Don't Leave Me Here ::Open::

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Could killing your victims' families bring you nightmares? Maybe not, but Amethyst wasn't paying any attention to the cries of children as she dropped their father's body on the ground in that deserted alley. There were at least three children there huddled in a corner looking at their father's limp body. The oldest was probably thirteen years old, male. Five years younger than Amethyst herself. The youngest being around two or three.

The eldest came running toward her at full force while she looked at the body. She was faster than the boy as she turned and let the kid keep on running til he figured out that he wasn't running into anyone. She turned to see the other two, the middle child, maybe ten, was holding the youngest as she looked on, scared.

"YOU MONSTER! You'll pay for his death!"

Amethyst turned to look at the boy, coming back to hit her. Of course he was closer to her now, but she didn't move from her location as she waited for his slow poky butt to catch up with her. She stood there watching him as he took off running into her. He hardly moved her as she stood there. The boy was weak as she grabbed his arms, holding them tightly.

"What's this, boy? Me, a monster? I highly doubt that. Your father was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Her voice was cold as she threw the boy at the brick wall. She watched as he hit the wall hard, falling to the ground trying to catch his breath as he started to get up again only to fall back. She smirked at him as she walked over to pick up the toddler, a boy. She threw him up in the air like he was an airplane.

"You'd make such a perfect little heir."

Raise the boy up until he was at the perfect age and then turn him. Would be perfect, right? She thought it was. She played with the toddler a bit more, hearing the gasps of the girl hiding behind rubbish as the elder boy managed to stand up and run to the entrance of the alley. She turned to face the entrance, looking as if she just saw a ghost.

"Help! HELP ME! There's a vampire down there! She killed my dad and is going to take my baby brother! HELP!"

Fear struck Amethyst as she stood their motionless staring at the boy. Her only fear was vampire hunters coming down at alley. She could see a dark figure coming toward the boy as she started to move backward. She only hoped her fear wasn't right. She didn't need a vampire hunter on her hands...

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: moi
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: simple plan
COSTARRING: open
TAKING PLACE: the streets
WORD COUNT: 454
OUTFIT: too lazy to find one
NOTES:
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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Blood arched through the air, and following it was the ring of a sleek sword cutting through the air. A blonde woman with a stern expression stood with her back to a man standing on his feet, facing the opposite direction she was. The woman waited a few seconds, looking nothing less but expectant, and then the man—or rather, the vampire—fell to his knees, then collapsed on the ground, his torso hitting the ground long before the rest of his body even started to tip over. Blood pooled in the gap between his waist and his hips, and Carmen closed her eyes with content before giving her katana one more swing through the air, ridding her blade of what blood was left on her sword. Her shoulders had bruises on them from the fight, but they were slowly fading as she walked away, slipping the katana into the scabbard attached to her back.

Carmen slipped her hands into her pockets and hunched her shoulders slightly as she walked, passing under one, two, then three street lights before disappearing into a dark alley and not emerging on the other side. Across a roof top the blood could be found, leisurely walking along and hopping over an alley way in a blur to reach the next building. She was heading back to the loft that she and Agito lived at after a night of training. Carmen had gotten bored of training alone, but Agito was busy, and for the past few weeks she had been testing and practicing on live people. The vampire she had just killed had been a bit tougher than some of the others, but that just meant she was getting better. Carmen had been following a young woman to her home, hoping that someone would attack her, and the vampire had. He had merely picked the wrong woman to attack that night.

Suddenly, Carmen caught scent of fresh blood. She froze in place and looked around, her eyes narrowed and her senses on edge. She had been turned nearly a year ago now and had regained some sort of control on her urges to feed, so the scent of blood didn’t bother her any more or set her senses on fire and drove her crazy. It made the back of her throat itch slightly, but she could ignore it. It had only been two days—or nights—since she had last eaten, so she had no urgent need to feed off anyone. However, she knew that where there was flesh blood, there was some creature probably killing someone who didn’t deserve it. Stupid fucking immortals and their carelessness toward morals. Carmen dropped down into an alley and popped out seconds later on the other side, walking down the streets with her hands still in the pockets of her jacket.

“Help! HELP ME! There's a vampire down there! She killed my dad and is going to take my baby brother! HELP!” came the cry from someone who sounded to be like a prepubescent male; his voice cracked in the middle of his plea like someone who’s voice was changing—though it could have been from fear. However, Carmen stuck with her analysis, and as she rounded a corner, following the scent of blood and the direction from which the cry had come from, and she saw a young lad—he didn’t look any older than twelve or thirteen—running wildly from an alley, right for Carmen. Hope flashed through his eyes as he saw the young woman walking toward him, and Carmen crouched down slightly as he came at her. Her arms open. Desperate for a friendly face, the boy ran straight into her arms, and then turned to point. “Vampire! I mean it! She killed him!”

Carmen stood and pushed the boy behind her, her brow furrowed and her lips tightened into a thin line. Nothing but wild animals, immortals were. Now Carmen understood why Agito preferred to feed off them. Perhaps it was a habit she should start getting into. Give some of these fuckers a taste of their own medicine. “I believe you. Stay here in the light,” Carmen muttered, spotting the vampire down the alley with a small toddler in her arms. So that’s what the boy had meant when he started going on about the vampire going to take her brother. There was a small girl in the corner as well, trembling and whimpering to herself. What else could she do? Carmen drew her sword and walked toward the blonde. “And what are you going to do with a toddler? Feel bad enough for killing this childrens' parents that you’re going to kidnap the youngest? Vampires make me sick.”

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---------STATE Finished
---------VOCAB 787
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER I couldn't help myself. XD Needed something to do with Carmen. If you wanted something else, I don't mind stepping down.
---------COSTAR Amethyst.
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

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That little shit... Did he not see what his father was trying to do? Amethyst was quickly thinking of what she would do after staring at the boy for what seemed like a lifetime. Considering she had been minding her own business until that boy's father dragged her into the alley nearing trying to rape her in the process with his children present. Trying to steal whatever money they could get from her. And now this fool had a woman helping him. Another vampire. Great... Someone stronger than herself to kick the shit out of her. Just wanted she needed...

“And what are you going to do with a toddler? Feel bad enough for killing this childrens' parents that you’re going to kidnap the youngest? Vampires make me sick.”

"No. The boy wants you on his pity list because they were trying to rob me and their father was trying to rape me in the process of stealing anything I cared on me. And I don't see a mother around here to care for them. I was going to take the youngest and make sure he got a home where he wasn't living on the streets."

Simple enough. She could see the elder boy coming down the alley behind the woman. Clearly not listening to directions the woman told him. She was trying to make sure the youngest wouldn't turn out like his elder siblings or his father, living on the streets stealing from people as they walked by. It was a cruel life and maybe the vampire would leave her alone considering Amethyst was practically defenseless against the woman. She still held the boy who seemed to have gotten himself comfy on the her shoulder by resting his head. Clearly the woman would understand. It was her word against theirs. They were filthy and their clothing were rags.

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: moi
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: simple plan
COSTARRING: carmen
TAKING PLACE: the streets in an alley
WORD COUNT: 310
OUTFIT: to lazy to find one
NOTES:
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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

It was strange, not hearing some snide comment about how she was a vampire, and how little she should care what she did to the humans. Carmen narrowed her eyes slightly when the first thing out of her mouth was not an insult. Instead, Carmen got an explanation. “No. The boy wants you on his pity list because they were trying to rob me and their father was trying to rape me in the process of stealing anything I carried on me. And I don't see a mother around here to care for them. I was going to take the youngest and make sure he got a home where he wasn't living on the streets.” Carmen raised an eyebrow at the blonde vampire. She seemed rather convinced about this fact, but Carmen was more surprised that she was being so defensive. Most vampires would have just asked why she cared and then told her to fuck off. At least, that was how most of the vampires she ran into were like.

Carmen could hear the child’s footsteps behind her, not heeding her command. Carmen’s arm flashed backward and her body was standing at a slight angle faster that the eye could follow, and the boy gasped. He now had the tip of her scarlet-handled blade at his throat. His hands were up in a defensive position, and Carmen didn’t bother to look at him. “I thought I told you stay put. But since you’re here, tell me if what the leech says is true,” Carmen said, her voice calm and contained, even though she was pretty miffed at the actions of this vampire. She was not one to attack unless she got the whole story, and if this blonde was telling the truth, well then she didn’t want to know she killed some innocent vampire. Well, she probably would have gotten over it a couple minutes later; it just meant less competition for her and her surrogate sire.

With her eyes still on the blonde holding the toddler, Carmen waited a few seconds, and when the boy hesitated for longer than five seconds, her head snapped toward him and she gave him a stern look. “Well? What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she demanded, her tone sharp. The boy winced slightly and swallowed, though met her eyes. Carmen narrowed hers. “N-no! Sh-she just came at my dad! And she said that she was going to make my brother an heir! And she told me that my dad was in the wrong place at the wrong time!” he insisted with fervor, his shoulders shaking with what could have been fear or anger. Or perhaps both. Carmen would have been pretty ticked off and frightened—well, actually, no she wouldn’t have been frightened at all, just plain pissed—if someone had randomly attacked and killed her father. Well, at least that’s what this boy seemed to think. Carmen was no cop, and she didn’t know why she had to listen to both sides. . . this girl was a vampire, and all vampires were vile and deceitful creatures.

The tip of her blade was still pointed at the boy, and she turned back to the vampire girl, her expression still stern and cold. “I tend to like humans better, vampire. Their word against yours, and so far you’re not coming off very well. And you are in the middle of New York. Of course you wouldn’t be able to find their mother around her, because she probably is back at their house. Or box. Wherever it is they live,” she spat crossly, her sword lowering and her body turning to face the vampire fully. “Just because you can’t see someone doesn’t mean they’re dead. There is an endless amount of possibilities and you cannot go around assuming shit like you are some brain-dead monster. I understand that we vampires need to feed. . . but children, leech? I think that small one would be better off dead than in your hands, no matter how much nice clothes and food you would be able to give him. If what you say is true and the children are lying, I’ll let you off, but I won’t let you take that child.” Carmen meant business, but her stance remained relaxed, as if she wasn’t ready to fight.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 723
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Rawr
---------COSTAR Amethyst
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[rowan kestrel amber]

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Putting the child down, Amethyst looked to the woman. She could see the fear in the boy standing behind her. As if her word was better than his. What kind of monster was she? These children were without a father. And that man ruined it for them. Grabbing her off the sidewalk and expecting her to not fight back. She won fair and square and yet this child had to ruin everything by yelling to the world what was going on in the alley.

This woman could easily end her miserable life. Maybe it would do her good, but maybe it would be better to die at the hands of her sire. For god knows he had been wanting to kill her for being lousy. She wanted to prove herself, but of course he wasn't happy with anything she did anymore. She was never good enough to his standards. She was never good to anyone. Always being pushed around like a sack of potatoes, slapped whenever she said something wrong. Why couldn't anyone understand that no one was perfect?

This boy probably deserved to not have a father. It wasn't like she could go back to her biological father. He figured she was dead by now. Being gone for how many months? Why she was dead. She wasn't human anymore. No one would accept her anymore. So what was the true point of living. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at the children. What could she possibly do? Run away like a coward. Be chased down like cattle? That's all she ever was. Cattle to a vampire who wanted an heir. And wanted her to have an heir so that he could kill her and raise his grandchild. It was terrible.

Watching the younger boy, she saw his sister come and pick him up and run back to her corner. These kids had nobody. By just looking at them, they didn't have anywhere to go. By taking the toddler she could give the boy anything that wouldn't make him a thief. She could possibly take all of them in, but why? Why not just take the younger ones and be done with it? Leave the elder child to fend for himself since he clearly ruined her chance in giving his younger brother a better life.

"Take them. Let them rot on the streets. I was going to take the younger one and teach him not to be a thief like his elder siblings are. Look at them. They're in rags! Why should he be living like this? Their father ruined that chance for them. He lost his job and then went stealing from all the women he could pick off the streets with his children sitting there helping him steal whatever they could find on each of the woman they picked up. They took everything from them. Their credit cards, cash, social security cards.

"Why should their baby brother have to live in that kind of mess? These two are in state to take care of a growing three year old. He won't make it during the cold freezing nights. Think about it?"

She was trying to put it through the vampire's thick head that this wasn't right. And that maybe she should of just let Amethyst take the child anyways. What was this woman going to do with these children when Amethyst walked away? Leave them here or take them with her. She knew these children weren't going to make it much longer at the rate they were stealing. They would be locked up and forced into foster homes before they knew it. Separated forever.. Was this what this woman wanted for these children?

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: moi
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: simple plan
COSTARRING: carmen
TAKING PLACE: the streets
WORD COUNT: not counting
OUTFIT:
NOTES: if something doesn't
make sense, sorry, i was too fasinated with the computer
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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

The younger vampire—though of similar age physically to Carmen, Carmen had learned from Agito how to tell a new vampire from an older one—set down the small child and his sister ran up cautiously and stole him back like some skittish rat taking a small crumb out from under the nose of a hungry cat. Though, that was the relationship between vampires and humans. . . it was just one big game of cat and mouse. With the small child out of harm’s way, Carmen let the sword drop closer to her side, and then in a swift movement she had the sword back in its sheathe, and her hands resting in the pocket of her jacket. At least the woman had sense enough to let the child go. She had been half-expecting some sort of speech, and that was what she got. Some sort of sob story about how they lived off the streets and stole from people. How long had this woman lived in New York? Carmen had been in New York for her entire high school career—cut short by her forced change.

Carmen glanced from the children to the vampire and back again. It was not a lie that the children were disheveled and looked like vagabonds, but they were young yet. And the vampire obviously did not understand where Carmen stood on the whole vampire thing. “It is not the fact that I think where they live now is good. I will just die before I allow a leech to raise a human child. . . a child with better choices out there. It was not my choice and I am ninety percent sure that it wasn’t your choice either to become what we are, and I’ll be damned if I let you take that choice from someone else!” she said, her fangs flashing and her voice raising. Carmen was just glad that they had fallen into the less populated and more Harlemn-ish part of town. There were less people and less chance that whoever heard them talking would be taken seriously when they told anyone about it.

“They deserve a proper home, yes, but they won’t get one from a leech, and there is nothing wrong with living in a foster home. They can be adopted together. When I was human that was how I lived, and it was better than anything else I could have gotten at the time,” she said. She knew just the people to talk to about them, and though she had always been bitter toward the families she had lived with, it was only because she wanted more than any real kid would. She was too much for them to handle because she had been trained in combat at young age, and she had always been in a bad mood after watching her mother and little sister die at the hands of her father’s best friend. Her father had abandoned her after that incident, and so Carmen had grown incredibly bitter toward the families. She knew she had a father out there, and that he had just ditched her. These kids most likely no longer had a family.

Carmen looked over her shoulder at the frightened, young teenage boy and then back at the vampire girl. “Of course, your other option is to kill these two older ones, and let me take the toddler to the foster home I was shuffled around in. These two will grow up hating vampires, and then they’ll become hunters, and as karma would have it, they would hunt you down and kill you,” she commented off-handedly, scuffing the soles of her Vans against the rough pavement. “The people I know are good people. A small child like him—and even the little girl—would get picked up easily. That boy—” Carmen pointed to the child behind her. “is at a tough age, but with his siblings he would be able to go. Unless you decided to kill them or risk the chance of them becoming vampire hunters and killing you. And others. Unless you just don’t care at all, which is a great possibility. Vampires don’t seem to care about anything.”

Carmen wondered briefly what Agito would think about what she was doing right then. They had different views on things, it was not an unknown fact. But they got along quite fine for the most part. Carmen’s bitter nature and sharp tongue seemed to grate on his nerves every once in a while, but they usually got over whatever animosity they held for each other through a sparring match. For the most part, living with her surrogate sire was making her a more amicable person. Obviously not toward this blonde vampire, but Carmen was still a fairly easy person to anger. She might not have been angry enough to lop the woman’s head off, but she wasn’t going to let that vampire get away with taking the small toddler anyway. If she had a problem with Carmen taking them to a foster home, then Carmen would probably just have to put her in her place, a feat she was quite capable of.

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---------STATE Finished
---------VOCAB 863
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Haha sounds like fun. XD No problems.
---------COSTAR Amethyst
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[rowan kestrel amber]

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"What gives you the right to take the boy in? Or any of them? I was forced into this mess or it was my life that would have been taken in. Nearly six months ago I was I kidnapped from my home in Georgia, but vampires. And yet I'm nothing like them. Their father attacked me. And I did the only thing that came to my mind at the time. It was either be stolen from them or do something to get up off.

"Do you think I actually enjoy this? I was going to give the boy a home where he could grow up and learn what's around him instead of him being ignorant of the world around him and what's out there. I don't care if those two become vampire hunters. They'll just know that they better be careful or someone is going to kill them before they get the chance to do anything."

Amethyst was trying to be reasonable here. Of course she was just trying to get the child. To have him grow up to the certain age she thought was reasonable and then turn him and then give him up to Heinrich. But of course she wasn't going to tell this plan to this woman who seemed to think that it was her responsibility to take the children somewhere. What was up with that? Considering that boy needed to be slapped for letting out that there was a vampire down the alley in the first place.

Of course she wasn't paying any attention to the girl behind her to notice that the girl had a baseball bat ready to take aim to hit something. Though it was a bit too late for Amethyst turn around when she felt a smack on the back of her head as she crumbled to the ground. The elder boy was smiling with delight. And had that look in his eye like had something up his sleeve.

"Well maybe we should kill her. She killed our father. For nothing. We weren't even going to steal from her. She was just walking into the alley when daddy was trying to get us settled." The boy was telling a lie, but he doubted the woman would catch on that he was telling a lie. But he was right about maybe killing Amethyst. After all he didn't want to go to any stupid home, and he doubted his siblings didn't want to either. He felt perfectly fine living on the streets. They had been doing it for months and he felt like he could do whatever he pleased. Now to just deal with the vampires.

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: moi
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: simple plan
COSTARRING: carmen
TAKING PLACE: the streets
WORD COUNT:
OUTFIT:
NOTES:
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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Carmen narrowed her eyes as the vampire pleaded her case, spewing out some sob story of being kidnapped or some shit. . . . If she thought Carmen would give a rat’s ass, she was wrong. She might have had a point about the small one growing up without knowing about vampires and the works, but Carmen felt that there was more to it than that with the vampire. There always was, and Carmen had always been good at picking out liar. A hurried tone, a desperate excuse, it was easy to call when she heard them all the time from the people she beat, trying to explain to her what they were doing after she proved to be more than just a pretty face and a lost little girl who didn’t know what she was doing. Sometimes they’d try to make up excuses, other times they just ran away, and every once in a while they’d be unconscious and couldn’t do anything. Most of the people she’d given an ass-kicking were humans or young vampires, but she had always been exceptional at fighting.

“What gives me the right? The fact that I could kill you right now and just do it anyway. I’m simply trying to give you an easy way out of this. The older ones are old enough to decide if they want to remain vagabonds or if they would like to move to a better home, but they can’t take care of the small one and again, I’ll be damned if I let a vampire raise him,” she said simply, taking another step toward the vampire. If she stepped aside, then that would be end of it and no further action would have to be taken. Otherwise, Carmen would just have to move her, and though relatively easy by the looks of the vampire and the fervor for which she argued with Carmen, it would take effort and Carmen didn’t want to waste any more energy on this blonde than she already was. She had better things to do than to beat the living out of her. Like get home and meditate. Agito got irate with her if she didn’t meditate every day, and if she was going to live with him, she might as well just do it. It made her more calm, anyway. She didn’t seem that calm, but if she hadn’t been meditating, the vampire in front of her would have been down already.

Behind the other vampire, Carmen could see the young lady walking behind her with a bat. Carmen didn’t say or do anything, figuring that the other girl would just know about it and do something, and was just waiting for her to get closer. However, the girl took a big swing and hit the vampire in the back of her head, and she was down and out in seconds. Carmen watched her crumple to the floor, and the sword came to hang at her side, her head tilted slightly as she looked at the unconscious vampire with a mixture of pity and disgust. Honestly, any self-respecting vampire would have been able to know that was coming. It wasn’t like the girl was quiet about walking up behind her. The boy started to speak and Carmen looked behind her, not bothering to lift her sword to defend herself: the boy was just speaking and none of them seemed to hold any hostility toward her, nor were acting like they were about to aggress her. She felt no need to defend herself—not that it would be that hard for her to defend herself against a bunch of human children.

“Well maybe we should kill her. She killed our father. For nothing. We weren't even going to steal from her. She was just walking into the alley when daddy was trying to get us settled,” the boy said, his voice expressing just how much he disliked this vampire for killing her father. Carmen shrugged and lifted her hand, sliding her sword into the sheathe attached to her back before walking toward the alley and the place where the female had left her little brother. “You think I give two shits what you do to some vampire I just met? Though she doesn’t seem like she’s worth killing. Of course seems to me like someone will eventually kill her anyway,” Carmen muttered with abandon. Carmen cared for no one but herself, and more recently Agito, and she didn’t know if these people thought she cared about the unconscious vampire, but Carmen didn’t. She just met her and was unhappy with her.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 769
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER She's an awful person.
---------COSTAR Amethyst
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Streets
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones