Mirabelle watched her, an approving smile appearing on her lips as Jane took the blood without question. She watched emption flicker in the human's eyes, watched every unvoiced question show themselves within her gaze. Mirabelle's cheeks held the subtle flush she gained whenever she fed and it made her look.. human. She placed herself back on the bed, her hands reaching to the back of her head. Deft fingers quickly laced golden locks together, pulling her hair back in a braid, tied with a ribbon at the end.
âI suppose questions aren't something looked well upon in this house, are they?" Mirabelle let out a small, breathless laugh and shook her head. She thought a moment before she answered.
âIt's how you ask your questions. You may ask what, or how, but never why. Asking what a mark does, is one question. Asking why I need to do it, is a completely different question," she murmured, crawling into bed in the space beside Jane. She moved to tuck her hand under the pillow, laying the side of her face against it as she thought, continuing to watch Jane. "One day, my dear, you will learn to ask the right questions." Her fingers played with a string coming from the pillow, a frown covering her lips while she gazed toward Jane, without actually looking at anything.
âVictory rides on the shoulders of sacrifice. Every movement we make every day has the potential to bring us down. We sacrifice love because we cannot allow it to make us weak. We sacrifice trust because the trust in the wrong person is deadly," she whispered, and her eyes finally came up to meet Jane's. "We may look young, but wisdom has no age."
Mirabelle reached over and gently wrapped her hand around Jane's wrist, her fingers lightly tugging at the bandage. Pulling it away, she revealed two red marks that looked they were a coupe of days old. They were not completely healed, but the wound was now past the threat of infection. With the amazing abilities that vampire's had, they could not allude death, or the death of their loved ones.
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