Pam (i_wearpink) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-07-01 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, pamela ravenscroft |
Give and take (Pam/Baba completed)
Pam stared at the phone. It wasn't the one she was used to, but she'd learned it quickly enough. Apparently so had her maker as he was using it to give her orders. She considered for a moment throwing it at the wall, but tantrums did nothing when they went unseen. That and she wasn't one to throw tantrums, not often if at all.
She was to have a sibling. A sibling she had never met. One that was keeping her maker very busy in the making. As it was a very last minute thing, Eric had told, with the understood 'order,' her to inform Baba Yaga that he would be MIA for a few days. He did not say that she was to inform the witch what exactly he was doing, only that he was busy, which meant she had the very strong inclination to keep the why to herself.
The petite vampire didn't go immediately to find the woman - Eric had told his progeny where to find the small creature - because the bar wouldn't keep itself. She did all she could to stall the inevitable task of finding the witch, but soon, her work ethic of actually doing something had her out of the bar and racing to the library. It took her some time, zipping through the building, but she finally found the dark hard beauty surrounded by books. She blinked at the sight.
"Yes?" The crone had felt the blonde as soon as she entered the building. They had a strange connection through Eric's blood. Baba Yaga hadn't taken the time to analyze that fact. She'd accepted it for the moment. She'd test it later; for now, she'd continue her research.
"Writing a book? Couldn't find a child to eat, so you are poring over..." Pam picked up the closest book. The fact that she blinked showed how shocked she was. She looked from the book to the small woman who had yet to look up from whatever she was reading to the book.
"What?" The crone finally looked up. When she first came to the City, her lack of attention to her magic might have shown in the age of her face or at least her eyes, but she had grown used to the mask she wore. She had also started to feel like this young body was hers. It didn't feel like a shell, hiding the wrinkles away. Pam was staring, but it wasn't exactly from shock; she didn't blink if she didn't have to. This was her default setting.
"Why are you reading this?" Pam could guess.
"He told you about our situation, hasn't he?" The crone's head dropped for her to start reading again. The red stone glinted in the overhead lamp's light as she changed the page. She wasn't exactly talking about that particular part of their situation. "I am looking for the loophole. There is always a loophole."
"I see." Perhaps oddly, Pam did see. "He said that he would be busy. You do not have a phone, and you needed to know." The petite vampire watched the small creature flip a few more pages and realized that the pages weren't in English, or French, or any language with which she was familiar. So, the witch was willing to fight even in an odd way, and she was more intelligent than one might guess from those large "innocent" eyes. Pam actually smiled, and added, "He is making another one."
The crone looked up, blinking. "Is that what I felt?" Pam simply nodded. "I see. Do you have any details?" The petite vampire shook her head 'no.'
"It is some boy who was in a wreck. Eric doesn't care for how quickly he must act, but he wants the boy badly enough to turn him." With her duty done, she continued. "I should get back to the bar. I haven't fed." She wasn't asking for the woman's blood. She was stating fact.
"You shouldn't hunt there." Pam's lips thinned at the unwarranted advice. "Even if it is easy pickings." Pam's head lifted, and once more she smiled. So, the witch did recognize why Pam would want to hunt there after all.
"Why shouldn't I use it as hunting grounds?" She asked out of curioisity.
"Because, it's easy. Don't waste what you've been given on easy. At least challenge yourself with the location and the hiding of it. You should be descrete; there are people out there who would like to kill you and yours. But, do enjoy yourself. As I understand, you are no longer limited by rules that were ridiculous." Pam had made a face when the witch mentioned the killing types; she knew first hand that there were those who thought they could kill her and other vampires. Though, she'd prefer they kill the ugly ones with the foreheads. She nodded slightly at the witch's reasoning before turning as if to leave.
"Wait." Pam turned to see that the crone was looking at her again. "I will give you a little blood, only a little. Should last you until tomorrow. The sun is coming up."
"Why?" The petite vampire's eyes narrowed, and whatever the witch saw made her smile.
"Because...you are his. You are his, that makes you my concern." A beat. "For now." Those last two words didn't upset the petite vampire; no, they made her smile. The smile was shared by the crone.
Pam approached slowly and took the outstretched arm. Her fangs popped free, and she bit into the dark woman's arm, receiving a lusty sigh for it too. She glanced up to the witch's eyes, and found that they were covered with heavy lids and there was a strange little smile on her lips. Yes, the witch had been fed on often and in very good ways. She didn't make the feeding hurt; she didn't pay attention to the woman after the first taste. Her fingers clamped, and she pulled a little harder on the wound.
Pam didn't know how or when the witch moved, but she felt the small body wrap around her somewhat. She felt a small hand caressing her, and she didn't mind. If they had more time, she would have explored what else the small hand could do. She could already feel the coming of the sun, but she wanted to stay, to taste more.
"You should go." It was soft, breathy, and delicious. Pam understood somewhat why her maker wanted this one. She took a little more blood before biting her tongue and sealing the wound. The witch's cheeks were flushed, and if Pam didn't know any better, the witch looked like the ones on the television or the movies...as if she needed a cigarette. Pam smiled warily.
"Go." This time it was more of a command, and the petite vampire didn't think twice about doing as she was told. She raced to her sleeping place, feeling different without knowing exactly how right she was.