Snippet #2414899

Jennifer lay awake, shaken from her nightmares, her eyes half-closed and focused on the wall opposite her, senses wide open, taking in everything she could: the gentle heat (a combination of sunlight and Ace) spread through her body, the looseness in her limbs (nightmares and fatigue had calmed her muscles the moment she had laid down to rest), the quiet sound of life around her (creaking and settling of the house, animals and breezes outside, the gentle trill of a quiet song muffled by skin and cloth). She felt lazy, and empty; she felt dead. She'd felt dead for quite a while. Ever since she'd slipped that blade deep in James' chest, the hot splash of blood pouring over her hands, sobs and laughter mingling together in the air--

Yelp!

She bolted straight up, hand flying to her thigh holster and gripping a pistol before leveling it at...a young girl, flat on her behind by the door. Cocking a dark brow, she clambered from bed (leaving the blonde behind without a single thought, though his heat clung to her skin in a comfortable way) and stood before the other girl, peering down with sharp eyes, all previous show of weakness or fear that had been there the previous evening wiped clean.

She stared in silence for a minute, then two, then parted her lips and spoke. "Are you...alright? You fell pretty hard." Holding out a hand, she offered a hesitant smile (all smooth skin and inhuman teeth, too sharp to seem normal, her entire expression distant and foreign) and cleared her throat. "Let me help you up."

The young girl didn't seem a threat, though she wouldn't let that throw her. Sliding her pistol back into its holster, she tried to look as soft and pleasant as she could, less like a murderous animal beneath the shell of a woman, and more like...an older sister? A mother figure, perhaps?

"What time is it? I'd hope it isn't too late; I was hoping to do some training. Is that what...you were doing?"