Week 19 - Wednesday Who: Ava and Caibre When: Wednesday Night Where: Isle of Bacalao Hotel What: Snack time!
Ava smoothed down the collar of her Prada coat as she walked up to the hotel doors, glancing back as the cab that had brought her drove away. She'd been diligently attending classes, but her little indulgence had made her crave. Fresh blood beside the bagged blood...it was no question. She didn't have the self control to be able to keep herself from fresh blood when it was readily available, well, readily available meaning she had to call and make arrangements to get the fresh blood from a somewhat unwilling host.
Maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Ava was certain, though, that she could handle a challenge. She brushed her hands down her coat and walked into the hotel, the doorman smiling politely at her as she returned the gesture. Her long hair was blond today, a method she liked to use when she was trying to be somewhat incognito, and she walked to the front desk, checking in and getting the key. The room was already paid for, so she didn't worry about that, and she took the elevator to the room in short order.
She was nervy. She wasn't even sure that he would show. After their encounter last weekend, she wasn't sure how he felt about being the blood bank for a wealthy pair of heiresses. She knew that Ana had to make her own arrangements, but still. She knew that she hadn't minded being a blood doll, but then, she also knew that she herself was pretty messed up. Finding her door, she slipped the key in and stepped into the sterile room, glancing around at the contents with mild interest.
It was a nice room, she'd made sure of that, but she didn't really care. Stripping off her coat, she tossed it onto a chair and then sighed. Walking to the door, she opened it to let in the fresh night air, stepping onto the balcony to survey the courtyard. Alright, she had to give the owners a little credit. It was a fairly nice hotel.
She waited, letting her hands rest on the balcony as she squeezed the iron gently. She hoped that she could control herself. Her professor in Bloodlust class (when she'd been able to pay attention in class, due to the fact that the man was ridiculously beautiful) had made it fairly clear that it was dangerous for young vampires like her, and most of the previous times she'd fed, she'd been in public or Saul had been there to stop her.
This time, she'd have to make sure that she was still careful. Hearing movement, she glanced over her shoulder and looked into the room.