4. Loss

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[Action -- After Nightfall on the 11th]

[A pale young woman wanders into the village, twisting her hair round her fingers compulsively. She's hungry.


She's STARVING.

A whimper escapes her lips as she collapses by the fountain, and she calls out weakly:]

Spikey? Love sundae? The jaws can't bite; the claws can't catch.

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[Drusilla has returned from death. Her DP is that she has lost the ability to go gameface and, therefore, to feed on victims using her fangs.]

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Very hesitantly, she took that offered hand, leaning heavily on his arm. She probably feels very light to lift, considering how starved she is and how slight to begin with.

"He was here, once; here, but now gone. And I'm pining. He'd be ever so cross with me."

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Hell's bells, she felt lighter than a little kid right then. Supporting her weight, I began slowly walking her toward the grocery store.

"This Spikey guy, is he a vampire too?"

Hey, figured if she told me about him, I wouldn't get suckered in again.

Not that I wasn't getting suckered in right now, but that was different, I was fully prepared for the eventuality of her trying to kill me.

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"He is beautiful, like a diamond. Smooth as glass. Not a nick in him, save just above his eye, and it fits right along the lines of my tongue."

"A vampire. A vampire, too."

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"... Noted. Pretty vampire guy with a scar over his eye. If I see him, I'll send him your way."

... Well, depending on what wound up happening to her, that might very well be true. With any luck, this one might be marginally more sane if he did show up anyway.

Not that I've ever had any luck.

I fumbled to hold the door of the store open without letting go of the weakened vampire and walked her through.

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"Your grip, sir, is not fit for supporting a lady. Your grip prisons me. Your grip vises me. It smells of metal chains."

She gracefully found her way into the shop and found her mouth watering at the scent of raw meat. Perhaps -- perhaps there would be pigs' blood. Ugh. Horrid stuff, not fit for a noble vampire like herself. How low she had fallen.