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Feronia Breen

Why does my heart hurt so?

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a character in “Living in the Shadows”, as played by Hitomi-san

Description

Feronia, has light blue eyes and soft pale skin. She stands at 5' 6" and weighs 120 pounds and is 17 years old. Her slender frame looks as though you could snap her in half. Her lavender hair that flows gracefully down to the small of her back with gentle waves and loose curls. She has scars around her wrists and ankles from being shackled and a few bites that have scared over along both sides.

Personality

Feronia, is very quiet and soft spoken when she does speak. She is scared of virtually everything. She's incredibly jumpy she hates spiders and lizards. Feronia, is not brave and his no courage any time she would start to stand taller her owner would push her back down. That's one of the reasons Feronia never speaks.

History

Feronia, was bought at a very young age as a gift to Loki a very deranged and scary man as a peace offering. Feronia, grew up the first few years of her life being fed on by everyone just about but her master. He didn't care what happened to her but for some reason always held onto her. Being locked in a room and never knowing who was going to walk threw the door or when you were going to get a tasty meal.

Once Feronia was 10 her master finally took an interest in her. At first she was happy he liked her and followed him around but after the first time he fed from her she feared him. He pulled her around with him just about everywhere teaching her to fear everything and most importantly himself. She had no one and nothing to protect herself with and any time she disobeyed her master a beating was to follow. Over time her scares have faded but the scars left on her heart may never vanish.

Feronia, was told to sit outside as her master Loki and Zane's father Alarick had a private meeting. Feronia had been on trips with her master where she knew he was doing wrong killing people in daylight even when he had her to feed on. Feronia, curled into a ball at the foot of the door waiting for their meeting to end. She covered her ears as the two men fought. She heard load bangs and crashes as things were thrown about the room. Of course Feronia started to weep to herself fear that master would take his anger out on her later on. Her sobs were weak from just being fed upon. Soon felt something warm and wet on the floor seeping into her clothes. Her eyes filled with fear she looked down to see red blood a puddle of it seeping towards her. Feronia jumped up and faced the door her blood soaked dress sticking to her legs as the blood ran down her legs. She wanted to scream but was frozen stiff with fear. She waited for the door to open.

With the opening of the door her life would be changed forever. The door slowly opened to reveal her master dead on the floor and Alarick standing above him trying his best not to get covered in the blood as he walked out. Alarick looked up and with a sinister smile Feronia's life changed.

So begins...

Feronia Breen's Story

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Zane sighed as he licked one last traveling bead off the woman's neck. He was a clean drinker, so usually he could stop the wound from bleeding too bad, but every once and awhile there was one last drop that wouldn't stay put.

He licked his lips as he leaned back, enjoying her taste, then frowned at Chech as the cat sneezed on his favorite little donor. Cat snot was annoying, but at least it wasn't thick. Still, he handed Rose a napkin and kissed her on the cheek, then was interrupted by Chech's meow. “I'm really sorry, Rose. But I can't stay.”

He turned away from her then, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair he had been sitting on and throwing it over his shoulder. “I assume you're going to follow me?” he asked Chech with a raised eyebrow. He really didn't care, he just knew he was about to get torn a new one when he got home.

He grabbed his glass off the bar, took one last drink just to get a little affect of the alcohol with the blood he'd so recently drank, then took off out the doors. He walked home, he didn't particularly mind it, and unfortunately enough it only took him around twenty or so minutes to do it.



Alarick Kostantine

Alarick cursed under his breath as he washed the blood off his hands in the never used kitchen sink. He had almost left that room out of the house plans originally, but there did happen to be one too many humans frequenting his home to quite do so.

Now, he was glad it'd stayed, it was really the only room he could use for this kind of activity.

Sitting at the dining table behind him was a small seventeen year old girl, with light blue eyes and lavender hair. She was meek, mistreated, and most likely damaged. He really couldn't think of a better pet for his son.

He sighed as the nights events came rushing back to him. It'd started out fairly normal: Fight with Zane, demanding he attend the meeting in a few hours, attending said meeting alone and looking like a fool, then...having to deal with some problems, namely Loki.

It was only an hour before sunrise and his damned son still wasn't home.

He scrubbed more angrily at the blood on his arms. He had known Loki owned a pet and he'd forgotten about it. The meeting wasn't supposed to go as it did, though. He'd actually had ever intention in keeping Loki alive but...disagreements were disagreements, and action had to be taken.

Loki had actually been his friend, but he was causing too much trouble. Their world revolved around secrecy, and Loki was like a walking, blinking sign of what they were with the way he was walking around murdering people.

Loki just wouldn't see reason. It was almost as if he was begging Alarick to kill him. And that was exactly what he did. Now, he was left with a burden—the damned pet. Except on the ride home he'd come to a conclusion: Zane needed to learn some responsibility.

He turned off the water as he grabbed a hand towel to dry his hands. Otherwise, he was completely free of any traces of the nights events.

The young pet, however, was covered in blood that was not her own.

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Feronia, jumped at every loud sound she could feel the aggravation in Alarick. She looked down at the table clinching her growling stomach. Loki was going to feed her after the meeting. Feronia peered threw her lavender bangs as Alarick dried off his hands. "I'm sorry." she whispered as quietly as she could. She felt as though she was a burden to everyone just like Loki had taught her. She was always in the way. Feronia's body shivered from the blood turning cold against her skin. She looked back to the table and waited for Alarick to give her orders.

Yes, it was true Loki was a serious threat to the vampire society but he was still Feronia's master. Though she didn't feel much remorse for the man. Loki had killed countless humans just for fun. His evil laugh still rang in her ears when she'd close her eyes. This wasn't the first time Feronia had been covered in other people's blood however, this time it was someone she knew. Feronia's blue eyes peered once more threw her lavender hair thankful for relishing her from Loki's power. 'I hope my next master is kinder....' she thought to herself. Then it hit her what if she wasn't going to get another master? Her heart started to race fear building up inside her. Her body shivered once more this time she curled into a ball hoping the fear and the cold would fade away.

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Alarick Kostantine

For a long moment Alarick just stared at Feronia, not quite sure what to do with her. It'd been a long time since he'd had a pet in his house, and even longer since there'd been a female around. He could hear her stomach growling, her heart beat racing, and knew she was scared. And cold.

He tossed the towel down as he crossed the room. One thing was for sure, she was too much of a mess now for Zane to even look at her twice. He grabbed the human by her arm as she started to curl into a ball, pulling her out of the seat. "We're going to get you cleaned up and fed. Presentable. Understand?"

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Feronia, jumped stumbling out of the chair at the touch of Alarick's grip. Alarick's grasp on her are was firm but not ruff. Feronia looked up to him after regaining her footing and nodded a yes. She followed Alarick to the bathroom where he stopped by a closet and pulled out a bag of clothes some more appropriate than others. He placed the bag in the room and pulled out a towel for her. "Get cleaned up and presentable." he said firmly.

She watched as he prepared the towel and clothes for her. She looked at the bag seeing all the different articals of clothing. How was she supposed to make a presentable outfit out of scarves and jackets? She nodded a yes to him and walked into the bathroom she paused before closing the door. She stared down at the door handle there was a lock on it. Should she use it? Feronia, reached down and locked the door with a single *Click*. She then turned her attention to the bag of clothes at her feet. She opened it and was relieved to see a skirt and a pair of jeans. She would try them on later. She then took off her blood soaked dress and placed in the bottom of the tub. She would do her best to clean it when she was in the shower. She fiddled with the water for a moment then turned on the shower. After twenty minutes the shower shut off and she stepped out drying off.

Soon after Feronia stepped out in a black mini skirt that on her came three inches above her knee. She'd taken a dark purple scarf and wrapped it around her chest covering as much of herself with it as possible. Half of her stomach showed and her shoulders were totally uncovered. She had found a black cotton jacket and tossed that on over it zipping it up to cover her stomach. She'd towel dried her hair and let it fall down her shoulders. She was shocked to see Alarick still waiting and was worried he'd be upset about how long she took and what she'd come up with to wear.

While she was in the shower she'd managed to get the dress almost blood free and she also but all the clothes back in the bag and tied it. She had to go threw almost all of the clothes and try on like half of them.

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Alarick Kostantine

The young pet was the jumpy type. He had no doubt that she had been abused by her previous master. Not that Alarick himself was against the tactic of using fear to control people or things, but sometimes he felt respect was a much better option.

However, with this certain pet, he doubted such a thing would ever be an option. Not that it matter, she wasn't his pet anyway. She was going to be Zane's, and Zane could do whatever he wished with her. So long as he understood the responsibility needed to own her.

Her shower was long, but it didn't particularly bother her given that his damned son was still not home. When she finally stepped out he eyed her with disinterest. He should have known the only female clothing in the home would belong to Zane's wide line of sluts over the years, but he was surprised she'd ended up somewhat modest despite the issue. He nodded to her finally, with a muttered 'very well', and lead her back to the living room where he sat her down on one of the plush couches.

Normally he would never allow a pet to sit on the furniture, but this was a special occasion.



Zane Kostantine

Zane nodded in agreement with what she said, it was only a simple meeting, but it was much more complicated than that. “The meeting was about Toxin,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Chech was one of the few people who actually knew he'd been behind getting the illegal drink on the market.

“I probably should have gone just to see what they were thinking to try do against it. Insider intel and all. But daddy dearest wants me to be the young poster boy behind the movement.” His nose scrunched in distaste at the very idea. “He's trying to salvage my reputation. I think it's too far gone.”

He looked down at her for a moment as her ear twitched. For some reason the movement caught his attention. “Trust me, I can slip out,” he muttered. There was no way he was going to stay home. He rolled his eyes a bit at the new nickname for their friend though and looked up at the sky. He was cutting it close. His skin was already itching, complaining that the sun would be up soon.

He shook his head in slight amusement as she suddenly formed into a wolf, then turned down towards his home. “Time to face the music.”



Alarick Kostantine

“I'm home.”

Alarick frowned at the sound of his sons voice, always so blank and empty. Boredom radiated from it. He looked back at the young girl sitting on the couch. “Do not move.”

Then he took a step forward and looked on as Zane dropped his jacket on the coat rack by the front door. His eyes flickered momentarily to the large wolf at his side. Yeuk. He ignored her presence.

“Where were you tonight?”

Zane looked up at him for a moment, then his brow furrowed as he stepped to the side to get a good look at Feronia. “Who's this?”

He could hear her heartbeat, a little too fast. She was scared...or nervous...probably both...

Alarick folded his arms across his chest. “None of your concern yet. Where were you tonight?”

“Out,” Zane finally snapped.

Alarick's anger raised. “You know how important this meeting was for you, Zane! How can I help you repair the damage you've done if you won't even meet me half way!?”

“I don't want to repair it!” Zane yelled. It was very, very rare for him to ever lose his temper. But something about his father just naturally pissed him off.

Alarick straightened up, his eyes narrowed. “You don't have a choice, boy. I will cut you off. You will never touch my money.”

Zane had already turned around, grabbing the jacket he'd just recently put down. He laughed at the words that came out of Alarick's mouth and turned around with an amused smile. “It's not your money, father. It's grandfathers money. And I'm not sure he would agree with that statement.”

Alarick froze. Zane had a point, and he knew his son had won. Zane knew it too, there was a large smirk on his face. The elder Kostantine had a soft spot for the youngest. Zane was like the child the old man had never had a chance of being. Carefree. Fun loving. A trouble maker.

After a few beats of silence, Zane's smirk only grew as he threw his jacket over his shoulder again and reached for the door handle.

“Where are you going?”

Genesis'. “Out,” he replied once again and pulled the door open. He only got about two inches before it was suddenly slammed shut again. His father had moved at Vampire speed, holding the door with his hand.

“Take your pet with you.”

Zane gritted his teeth. Pet? That's who the human was. “I don't want a pet.”

“Too bad. Maybe she'll teach you something.”

His eyes narrowed and then flickered towards the window again. Nineteen minutes before sunrise. He shoved past his father, looked at the girl sitting on the couch, and said angrily. “Well get off your ass and come over here. You best hurry too.”

Normally, he would have been nicer. But he was on a tight time schedule. If the little bitch was slow he'd never make it to Gen's on time.

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Feronia's heart raced and she jumped every time the men yelled. When the door slammed it took everything out of her not to stand. When Zane looked over at her for the last time her eyes settled on his frame. 'This is my new master....I hope I don't anger him.' was her thoughts before he yelled at her “Well get off your ass and come over here. You best hurry too.” Feronia, jumped up off the couch and hurried over to Zane's side being careful not to trip or break anything as she did it wasn't but a moment before she was beside him.

'I'll do my best.' she thought standing behind him. Feronia was going to put on a brave face or at least try to. She wanted her new master to like her. Feronia tried not to look at the floor but didn't want to look Zane in the eyes. So her gaze rested on his jacket. She'd follow him where ever he went and do what ever she could to make him like her. Even if her best would only make him tolerate her she was still going in the right direction and she wouldn't stop trying.

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Chech Yeuk


Chech remained at Zane’s side, her ears perked forward and alert as his father approached. For now her tail remained in a rather neutral position, and she looked on with interest. She hardly cared as to being ignored, it allowed her much more freedom within his household if he did.

Her gaze shifted over to the girl sitting on the couches, her mouth parting with a huff of air before returning to normal breathing. This girl would definitely be a new play thing- or at least far enough to gain information and see her breaking points. Fear radiated off of her, as well as the subtle scents of soap and a certain… rawness to her. It lingered on her skin, and Chech’s eyes narrowed.

She most certainly wasn’t vampire, and her posture ruled out being a donor. A half grin made its way onto her features, and the pure blood relaxed to her haunches. It was interesting, considering that Mr. Kostantine never allowed the likes of pets in his house, or at least hasn’t owned one for as long as she had grown- somewhat- close to him.

Her attention returned to the heated conversation, and Chech couldn’t help but chuckle internally a bit. However, when his father asked where he was going, the girl’s ear swiveled at Zane’s remark. A small snarl rippled through her throat at the sound of the door slamming so loudly and so close to the boy’s hand.

“Take your pet with you.” At the Kos’s remark, Chech couldn’t help but let her tail swish against the floor in high amusement. Her ears swiveled back and forth between the two as the argument continued.

But as Zane agreed to it, Chech let out a loud bark of laughter. The pet, going to Ginny’s? What a joke. What would she even do there? No doubt she’d be harassed to high heaven. Oh, she’d definitely be coming along.

Once more the wolf rose from her position and stood readily at Zane’s side, head tilted down and mouth open as she stared up at the girl on the couch. Her fangs protruded from her parted lips, eagerly awaiting the trip to Ginny’s house. But the girl quickly rose and scurried close to him. A warning growl slipped past her lips, and her tail stiffened as well.

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Zane looked down at the small teen for half moment, thanks to his telepathy he could hear her thoughts. She was trying, poor girl, and he appreciated that. At least she wouldn't slow him down. He looked up at his father one last time with a raised eyebrow. Finally, the older male backed off, and he ripped open the door, stepping outside.

He reached down to scratch Chech between her ears as his eyes shot towards the sky one last time. He was really pushing his time limit. He hadn't thought to expect there being a pet involved when he was timing things out.

He motioned for the girl to follow him, knowing that she would, then flagged down one of the limos. He would've rather taken a cab but...the limo's were tinted, and it was enough room to fit them all with breathing room.

He opened the door for the girls on his own just to prove to the driver that he was in a hurry, and followed after them, rattling off Genesis' address with strict orders to make it before sunrise. He sat back against the plush seats as he reached over to pet Chech once more. He couldn't help it...whenever she was in animal form he always had a tendency to want to love on her.

Well...that was interesting...He shared, using his gift because he really didn't want to talk out loud. His eyes swiveled over to settle on the human sitting in front of him. She was actually pretty cute in an odd way. Not quite his type given that...well, human wasn't his type.

They were in front of Genesis' large company building soon and it was really only then that he realized Chech was still with him. He groaned at that, but got out anyway because he was running out of time and his body was demanding he find some sunlight free shelter.

“You staying, or going?” he asked the wolf as he motioned for the damned pet to follow him. Such a burden...

He left the door open for her, giving her an option, she could either follow or take the limo wherever she pleased to go. As for him, he was backing up towards the building. The security knew who he was, and that he was allowed in, and just gave him a nod as he slid inside.

He knew it was a douchebag move, but he left the girls behind him, making his way down to Genesis'. The human wouldn't be hurt by sunlight, and Chech could very well take care of herself one way or another.

He knocked first, but he wasn't against letting himself in. Genesis was most likely asleep.

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Feronia, paused when the guards stopped her she started to reach out for Zane's shirt tail but pulled her hand back. She didn't know this master well enough to know what he wanted her to do. Did he want her to wait outside for him? Did he want her to ask to go in? What was she supposed to do? "Ummmm." she muttered looking over the guards arms. "Are you with him mam?" one of the guards spoke up. "Yes, but I don't know...if I'm allowed." she whispered. The guards were slightly confused and decided to wait to ask Genesis. They would wait for a response and if they didn't get one soon they would assume she wasn't allowed in.

Feronia, nodded at their explanation and leaned up against the wall it wasn't uncommon for her to be left outside of places but this time she had no idea what to expect. She stood there waiting patently looking at her toes. She was wearing her white flats from before they were still slightly damp from her washing them.

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Zane waited for about two beats of time before he realized that yeah, Gen was sleeping. No need to wake him up, especially since Zane could get in on his own. He turned around, but unsurprisingly the stupid little human wasn't with him.

He groaned as he slapped his hand on his face, then finally backtracked the way he'd come. It was late. He was tired. There was an extraordinarily comfortable bed in Genesis' room that he was more than ready to climb into and finally get some sleep. Gensis probably wouldn't be happy with him dragging her along but...what else could he do?

He went back to the front and snapped his fingers. "Hey you, whatever your name is, come on."

One of the guards looked down at him, they knew him pretty well by this point, and he just nodded dismissively. "Yeah, she's with me."

They let her come inside after that, and he grabbed her wist to drag her back down to Genesis' underground home. He opened the door silently, pulling her in then closing it behind them both.

"Look," he said, keeping his voice low. "It's late. I'm tired. In the morning we can deal with whatever situation we have going here. That couch behind you is the most comfortable damn thing you will ever lay on in your life. So go make yourself comfortable..." He was already stepping out of his shoes while he talked, not even looking at her.

He knew he was being a jerk but it'd been a hell of a long night. He looked up at her once he was barefoot. "And don't touch anything, okay? I mean, you can get up if you have to do something. Humans have needs and whatever. But just don't...mess with his crap. And be quite..." He stared at her for a moment, then the couch. "Want a blanket?"

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Feronia, just followed him trying not to be a burden. She watched and looked around as Zane explained where she was going to sleep and that she couldn't touch anything. This wasn't uncommon for her but one thing Zane asked caught her attention. "Want a blanket?" Feronia looked up shocked he'd asked her that. "Yes please...if it's not to much trouble." she whispered trying not to let the joy seep into her tone of voice. She'd never been asked that most nights she had a blanket but when ever it came to staying in other places Loki usually forgot. Before Zane could walk away to get a blanket Feronia took a step forward and looked up at Zane. "Thank you." after that she bowed to him and waited for him to turn his back. Once he went to get the blanket she slipped off her shoes and unzipped the jacket setting it on the couch over the pillow she would use.

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Zane was actually a little surprised that she took a step towards him. She'd been so shy so far he hand't really expected her to look at him alone...much less bow...

He just nodded a little as he tossed his shoes and socks by the door, then crossed the room until he found a nice blanket that seemed warm enough. Genesis owned nice stuff, and the black fur blanket he handed to the new pet was definitely nice. It kind of bugged him that he could hear her thoughts on the edge of his own.

Mistreated. That was definitely a good word to describe her. If he had to stay her master, he didn't plan on treating her that terribly. It was just...humans tended to annoy him. If they weren't offering up blood he really didn't want to have to deal with them.

"There," he mumbled. "Sleep well."

Then he walked off, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, tossing it on some random piece of furniture...

Time to get some sleep...

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Feronia was going to wish her master a good nights sleep but got slightly lost in the blanket when he tossed it to her. By the time she'd popped her head out of the black fur he was already down the hallway and he'd told her to be quiet. Feronia made it to were she'd touch nothing but the blanket and the jacket around the pillow and then laid down. She looked down the hallway and smiled. 'I think he's going to be a great master.' she thought to herself before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.

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Chicha’s ears swiveled as the limo stopped and Zane completely just departed to the front door. A small amused smirk alighted onto her features, and she rose from the cushions to hop down to the floor and then to the ground. She watched the pet carefully, still trying to figure out what she should do with it.

As Zane entered the building, she trotted over to the pet and looked up at her, snuffling at her skin once more. It was still rather hard to place, but she knew something was up with it. She shrugged her shoulders, and Zane reappeared, snapping at the girl to get inside. Chech grinned, her ears flicking back a bit.

Considering the odds and the relation between she and Ginny, she was most likely not on that list. But then again, what guards would say no to something larger than they were? Or something they couldn’t even see, for that matter. ’Don’t worry, I promise to be a good girl; until you wake up at least.’ She silently made a promise towards Zane, knowing full well he was out of range.

Without wasting another second, the girl shifted forms once more into that of a mouse. Eventually she would definitely need to feed- considering her metabolism was shifting so quickly- but for now she should be fine. She scurried through the door which was still open from the pet moving it, and scampered towards the next set.

Once successfully through, she returned to her previous wolf form and trotted along the invisible path of scent to where the pet was and Zane had been. She stood there, watching the pet in thought. ’Friend or bane, friend or bane?’ Chech pondered quietly on how she should react to this pet. Considering that she was so meek, Zane would probably become close to the girl, or at least good terms. So it was probably wisest not to make too much trouble with the girl. She blinked, walking over to the couch she was perched on.

Chicha put two paws on the couch and then hopped up carefully. She then shifted towards the body laying there under the furry blanket. She put a paw down behind her back and then shifted forward into a laying position. She rested her head gently on the girl’s shoulder and wagged her tail just slightly. She yawned largely before nestling close to the girl’s form. She remained awake for a few more minutes, watching what was happening around her. She would soon close her eyes though and sleep. And then find a ton of food when she awoke again.

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Feronia, could feel the wolf jump up beside her and cuddle close it was nice to feel another bodies warmth. Feronia wrapped a soft arm around the wolfs neck and petted her head softly. Feronia slid her arm down as to not make the wolf feel confined. "Good night." she whispered with a small delicate smile on her face. A few hours later that smile would be no where to be seen on Feronia's face. She shivered but not from the cold her heart raced. She was remembering all the killings she'd witnessed. The screams of the men and women before they died. Feronia, covered her ears but to no use she was still trapped in her nightmare. After a few minutes the girl went limp asleep once more no dreams no nightmares just sleep.

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Chech Yeuk


The wolf’s form tensed for a split second as she felt the arm around her neck, but she relaxed almost as quickly as she realized it was non-threatening, and actually rather… nice. Her tail thumped against the couch cushions, and her ears tilted back and forth about three times in an affectionate matter and pressed her muzzle a bit firmer into the girl’s hands as she stroked her.

As she spoke again, Chicha’s ears flicked forward attentively, and a soft whine shifted through her vocals. Once the girl dropped her arm, Chech relaxed notably, rolling just slightly so that she was laying on her side, and then curled to the point where she could rest the back of her head against the girl’s shoulder blade.

The wolf’s eyes closed, and her body slowed down until it shifted into rest mode, her ears still swiveled even in her sleep. She would awake to survey the room every hour or so, and once when the pet moved, her eyes flickered open to see she was struggling. The fur on her crown was pushed the wrong way from sliding back from the girl’s body to look at her, so it produced a somewhat cute look, though no one was there to see it. She merely looked at the girl, and made no move to comfort her. They would be on good terms as long as Zane had any link with her. But once that was gone, she would be nothing.

Chech fell asleep once more.

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Chech’s breathing was even and peaceful, soothing to her own ears even in sleep. She had finally decided that no harm was going to come and had finally just let her form ease into a sleep state, without a dream this time. Being an animal definitely had its perks- in so many ways that no ‘outsider’ could fathom. Outsider being the term used with those who were not shape shifters.

However, her ears perked up as the girl shifted and then spoke. ”Thank you for staying with me.” Her eyelids eased open to reveal her amber orbs, and she blinked a few times. She could tell by her internal clock and by her animals’ senses that night had fallen once more. The wolf immediately rose and stretched out beside the girl, having made no action towards her besides stirring. Once more she stretched out a bit, and blinked a couple times, her mind drifting off to more pressing matters and musings.

However, once that voice reappeared in the air, her attention rose back to the gal. ” What should I do now?” The girl sat down, her ears at a lax position. She had the heightening notion that the girl did not realize that she was vampire as well. Perhaps she did, but none the less. Chech’s upper lip curled up over her teeth, her large fangs, which any animal would never possess other than that of the ancients, were made quite apparent even in the dim lighting. However, the wolf made no move towards or away from her, and her mouth shut once more.

She made the action so that the girl would not be surprised when she heard her speak. “Sit right there and don’t touch anything.” She said with a light uncaring tone, obviously making a jape while still being utterly serious. “Zane should wake without much delay. Most of us work that way.” She hopped down from the couch and looked back at the girl with boredom. She inclined her head, and then trotted up one of the staircases into the upper rooms where windows and balconies were located for the purpose of night.

At one of said balcony doors, Chech rose up onto her back legs and let a paw come down onto the mechanism which conveniently happened to be a latch doorknob. She then settled back to the ground, and then stepped out into the cool night air. Her wolf eyes gazed up to the sky, and she smiled a wolfish grin before her form changed once more.

Chech finally returned to her human form, a content smile on her features, her hair resting softly against her cheeks and neck and such, with a framing around her face besides. As always, she had long sleeves on that went three or four inches past her hands. She was wearing shorts as well, and a bracelet of soft deer hide was on her left wrist. She placed both hands onto the railing and then pushed herself on top of it to sit there.

As was her custom, Chech parted her lips and sang softly to welcome the night. It was not uncommon for shifters to do so, as many of their animal forms were inclined to do it anyway. The song that she had decided to sing this night was ’Come Little Children’. The way she sang was rather sweet and pretty, only increased by the fact she was a vampire, and pureblood at that. In her tone, it wasn’t so eerie.

After she finished, Chech slipped off of the stone back onto the floor of the balcony, returned inside after one fervent glance back at the night-lit world, and then closed the door behind her to walk back to the room in which the was sitting in.

She was definitely not going to miss Ginny’s reaction to this new soul.

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Feronia had slightly jumped when the wolf spoke to her. Feronia had heard stories of shape shifters but couldn't recall ever seeing one before. Feronia nodded understanding her place. She watched as the wolf walked away and sighed. She was now alone in a place she'd never been before with people she's never met before. She sat there looking around the room trying to catch glimpses of the objects around her. She gazed down the long hallway once more this time seeing a woman in the walk way. Feronia smiled politely to the woman.

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Genesis could hear the slight anger in Zane's voice. The younger man my have not known exactly why he felt how he did, but Genesis knew. Even when he had been alive, the changeling had possessed an uncanny intuition towards how others felt, especially when it concerned him. Genesis also felt a slight jealousy run through him at the prospect of Zane gaining a new partner for the night, but Genesis had no official claim on the younger man and just shook his head to help right him of the thoughts.

Loudly letting out a breath, Genesis hoped to relieve the tension in the room just a bit. Quickly and with as much grace as a vampire was allowed, Genesis rolled over onto of Zane, one leg on either side of the pureblood. A boyish and seemingly innocent smile pulled at his features as he placed his hands onto Zane's chest. "Well, it's been such a long time since I've participated in vigorous activities." He muttered absentmindedly, running a finger up and down the younger man's chest. "I could definitely blame a certain someone for that though, it would appear that he's always distracting me and vying for my attention." Genesis leaned his face in close to Zane's, their lips only a breath away.

At the last possible moment, Genesis pulled back and moved off the younger man. "It's too bad that I have to find someone else to satisfy me though." His grin turned to a smirk, his back to the other male as he re-secured the tie of his robe. Without another word he left the room, heading down the hall to the kitchen area.

Finally reaching the fridge, Genesis opened it to look over the numerous bags filled with blood. Picking out the particular type he found himself craving, Genesis poured the contents into a mug and stuck the cup into the nearby microwave for twenty-seconds. Cold blood wasn't the best tasting while hot was horrible too, but after years of trial and error attempts, Genesis had finally gotten the science of microwaved blood down to his liking.

With mug in hand, he turned to his right. The kitchen and living room were designed in an open concept so he was able to clearly see Chech over the counter that separated the two spaces. What he had not expected was to see a scantly clad young woman with bright lavender hair taking up space there. Instantly the vampire was filled with fury, his mug crushing beneath his grip. With his mug in pieces and parts of it buried into the skin of his hand, the warm blood oozed sloppily onto the ground at his feet to pool into a small puddle. "What…the hell is that?!" He screamed loudly, his eyes narrowing dangerously on the girl.

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Chech Yeuk


Chech’s eyes refocused on the girl, a good natured smirk slipping onto her lips. “Forget about me already?” She said in a rather familiar voice, hoping the human would be able to catch on quick enough. With a shrug, she walked contently back to the couch. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned over the couch arm, her own arms crossed over each other as she peered down at the girl, a thoughtful expression on her face.

However, it was no surprise when Ginny’s scent began to get stronger- indicating that he was coming close to the room they were currently located at. She looked up with a bland expression at him, until she watched him open the fridge and her eyes widened fractionally. If she had ears at that moment they most definitely would have perked up at the thought of food. Blood wasn’t particularly her favorite, but she had to consume it every once in awhile. It was just one of the perks of being a shifter.

The spike of emotion quickly recaptured her attention, and a wry smile scribbled across her mouth, but when the mug shattered the smile somewhat shattered with it. She quickly swept over to him, slipping past the now-obstacle that was Zane and her right hand slipped past her sleeve to grab the boy’s own rather swiftly. She grinned mischievously and stole a quick lick at the blood dripping from one of his fingers. “Your sense of smell is getting crappy, Ginny~” She smirked with a coy look to her facials, dropping his hand and letting her hand slip back beneath the smooth fabric a bit.

“And what kind of blood is this?” Chicha asked as an afterthought, completely taking this situation nonchalantly. She stepped back, using Zane's body as a shield to protect herself from Gen attempting to hit her, and looked at him with an almost sullen look- a complete facade by any means. Her hands softly clutched Zane's arm, and she sniffed. "You should probably be getting a shirt on too, Zane. It's weird not seeing you at least somewhat covered up around here."

All too innocently, she traced her index finger from his chest down to his abdomen a small ways to indicate the area she was referring to. Chech then flashed him a cheerful smile, returning her hand back to his arm before shaking the appendage a little bit at Genesis- an action to replicate fending him off.

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