“I used to be in charge of them when my family had some. I would absolutely love to take care of them. It would be wonderful,” was the response she got, turning her head to the side to see the pleasure in Jane’s face. Mirabelle couldn’t help but to return the smile, nodding lightly.
“I will tell Reiji about it tomorrow. I’m sure he’s busy as he always is.” Mirabelle glanced over her shoulder to the window. She moved off the bed and went to go stand near it, pushing the curtain to the side. She could see the beginnings of a sunrise. The horizon had the faintest glow as if it were a warning. It was a shame that something so beautiful could be so deadly. Delicate fingers played with the thick fabric before they put it firmly back into place, making sure that no light would slither through. Mirabelle knew what was coming; the threat of the sunrise did not fear her, but it was the nightmares that would plague her sleep when she would be forced to close her eyes. Not even tonight would she find the solace of her older brother and his teachings.
“I suppose I can... I can say yes. Just... May I ask why you think I need it?” Belle watched her place the comb down, studying her movements. Mentally debating her statement, she couldn’t exactly tell how she felt about it. The woman that sat there on her bed spoke as if she had much of a choice in the matter. As if ‘no’ was really an option. Was Mirabelle taking this the wrong way? Was the friendly approach the right way to go? Fear wise, she supposed it was. Situations were always easier to handle when there was a friend to rely on.
“You may find it wise, that in the future, you should do your best not to question me. I may look young, but I can assure you I am only doing what's best,” Mira started, pausing a moment to gather her thoughts once more. ”I have vowed to protect you, and the decisions made should not be questioned. Questioning leads to hesitations. And heasitations…?” Mira narrowed her eyes the slightest bit, only to relax once more, idly playing with the closed curtain. ”Hesitations lead to death my dear, or in my case – much darker places.” A stormy grey gaze steadied on Jane, watching her movement, taking in her reactions.
“A mark is something that is somewhat respected. They are unique to us. The imprint of my fangs will not match those of my brothers, or of another female for that matter. I guess with the vision of a human, they would all be the same,” she murmured. The next decision that was to be made was when she was going to mark Jane. Daylight was approaching, and Mirabelle could feel the affect on her body. Being a witness to Jane’s previous joy, she felt now would be the best time in case Jane decided she couldn’t wait.
“I make no promises, but my scent and my mark will keep you safe..er..” Mirabelle finally added for Jane’s peace of mind, moving towards her. The vampire took place behind the woman before removed the collar of the wardrobe, her fingers light as she undid the buttons. Nails lightly scraped her skin as she brushed the hair to the side, her left hand slipping to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of hair. She didn’t pull to hurt, but simply to position Jane’s head and keep her still. Leaning over, she placed her lips below Jane’s right ear. The pulse she felt under them made her eyes darken and a new lust spread throughout her body. Her fangs ached as if she hadn’t just fed while the rest of her body begged to make her bleed – needing the sustenance that her pulse promised.
Curling her lip, Mirabelle pressed her fangs in only enough to break skin. It was a clean break in an area next to the large artery, not puncturing into it. Mirabelle only drank what escaped past the skin, her tongue lightly pressing at the wound for more, but no sucking motion occurred. Mirabelle only took what was given without forcing more into her mouth. Her body screamed to bite harder, to sink her fangs in deeper and bask in the drunkenness of blood lust. When the wound refused to give her anymore, she pulled back and pricked the end of her finger. It would be a small drop of blood, enough to heal to avoid infection, but not enough to erase every trace.
“Here.”