Snippet #2191037

Philomen Bellerose

Philomen gazed sorrowfully at Marcus. He was polite, but she could tell he wanted nothing more to do with her. It didn't hurt her necessarily, rather it evoked a strong sense of pity for the man. Like he had a serious illness but was refusing treatment for unfounded superstitions and fears of doctors and hospitals.

At the end of the day Philly wouldn't stop him. He was a grown man, capable of making his own decisions, even if those decisions weren't the best to be made. It was his health, not her own. His body, not hers. She really had no say in his treatment of it. So, instead of attempting to stop him or help him again she merely nodded, her hands folded in front of her and a soft frown on her face.

But she smiled when he accepted her offer. In a swift movement she took his hand gently in hers and led her to the room directly next to Luke's. On the way, they met Thalia. Philomen eyed her cautiously. Was she a vampire? She couldn't see any teeth apparent behind her lips, but she wasn't sure if they had retractable fangs like vipers or ones that stayed permanently displayed. Thalia seemed to look at them with as much caution as Philly displayed when she was looking her over. Both parties trying to decide if the other was dangerous.

Finally Philly backed down. Thalia was no threat to her or to Marcus. She smiled warmly and nodded. "Of course. We were just gonna lay down. You can stay with me in my room. We should be safe there." Luke was right next door. She heard Summer's voice behind the door as well as hers but didn't dare ask. Whatever happened tonight they'd be protected.

"I'm Philomen. You can call me Philly, though." She opened the door for the both of them and allowed them entrance. Soon though, her direct attention was centered on turning down the covers of the bed for Marcus before he passed out and slept on the floorboards.