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back so soon?
Who: Nic and Saoirse
When: Very late/early, while the cops are still at Heme
Where: Heme

She could still taste his blood on her tongue. In the moments when Saoirse wasn't being asked to repeat her story, either for the cops or one of her elders, that was where her mind went.

Her injuries had mostly healed, leaving not even a scar. Saoirse couldn't say the same for her clothes. They looked like the clothes of a stabbing victim alright, rather bloody and her tanktop being held up only by one strap. But she was fine. Though fine was a strange word for it. She still felt slightly predatory, though that too had mostly passed. She wanted to go out and find this man and finish the job - more out of thirst than the desire for vengeance at the moment, but really, it was about fifty-fifty.

Nic hadn't been planning to return to Heme on Thursday night, but this time it was for business, rather than pleasure. A vampire attack, even if it was in self defense, was the sort of thing that put everyone on edge. The human police force was weary of trusting the vampires, and looked to Nic as he entered, whispering amongst themselves. This was when he felt singled out-- not human, not vampire, not anything that people were used to dealing with. In this case, they wanted his thoughts on the matter, which meant interviewing the victim. He would have preferred to see Saoirse again under more pleasant circumstances.

"I thought weeknights were supposed to be quiet," he said, smirking a little as he stepped towards her. The other policemen cast a glance towards him and frowned. Nic was dressed slightly different from the rest of them, his uniform solid black, rather than the blue and gray. He slid his hands into his back pockets, preferring to keep things casual as he let his mind seek out her own.

Saoirse wasn't all that happy about a few of the cops treating her like she might bite their head off, like she wasn't, you know, the victim, but she'd mostly ignored it all. Nic's voice pulled her away from her thoughts and she gave a small smile. "Back so soon?" She shrugged, gesturing vaguely around the room. "Well, aside from a table breaking it was mostly quiet." Until that part where she'd started screaming in laughter. She couldn't help it.

Nic raised a brow and gave a glance towards the table, catching a little thought about the laughter that had followed. A broken table wasn't a reason to call the cops. He needed to probe and wasn't excited about it. "Back on business," he shrugged. "Not as fun. I've gotta ask you some questions pertaining to what happened. Mostly, I just want you to run through what occurred. Try to include as many details as you can think of."

Saoirse sighed deeply and nodded, even if this would probably be the eighth time she'd told the story. "We were pretty dead - no pun intended - so I told the others to go ahead and go home and I'd close up. I was half done, my back to the door, when someone came in, and said their friend had left their purse behind. But I knew pretty quick he was lying - I could hear his heartbeat, and there are subtle changes when someone lies," she explained, though he probably knew that junk already. "So I flipped -- ah, that is..." Oh jeez, she hated explaining flipping perspectives, even to other vampires. She had never tried to explain it to a non-vamp before.

"My line, we can change perspectives. In our heads," she said. "Um... do you ever play video games? Shooters, survival horror, anything like that? Where you can flip between a first person view or a third person view? Like there's a camera on the ceiling or something. Well I did that." She did it all the time, actually. The first few times it had disoriented her at best, and freaked her the hell out at worst, but she'd come to love it, and even rely on it. It was a lifesaver at work. Being able to see everything that was happening at the bar while only physically looking at one person. "So I saw him coming in, and he had a mask on, and a weapon. And then things... escalated quickly."

He didn't hear her heart beat, but Nic knew she was speaking the truth. His focus was both on her words and on her thoughts, the little things not said and the feelings that swam within them. "Like third person perspective, fly on the wall sort of thing?" Nic asked, wishing he could see it himself. The telepathy didn't reach that far, though, so he did his best to imagine it. "He attacked you first then?" Nic asked, though he assumed that was the case, as it had been reported as so. "What kind of a weapon? Are we talking loaded gun or wooden stake?" Or silver, or garlic, or something crazy along those lines. Who knew with a nut like that?

Saoirse nodded as she imagined it, running over it all in her head again. "It was a silver knife. He left the damn thing in my shoulder... one of the blues bagged it," she said, nodding her head at one of the cops by the bar. "He advanced on me, and I swung a chair at him. From there..." She frowned as she played over it again in her head. Instinct had taken over, thought really not being so much of the process. "We fought, and he ended up stabbing me in my arm." She looked at her arm, but of course it was already healed. There was still a small smear of blood, though. Vampire blood was thick, it didn't wipe away so easy. "I ended up biting him." For the first time ever. She damn near shivered as she thought about how it had felt, how it had tasted... Don't think about it. "And he didn't taste human."

Nic sunk into her thoughts, almost able to picture it perfectly himself. Every word she spoke was the truth, and that held a higher quality image back in her mind to correspond with the words coming out of her mouth. He bit his lip as she mentioned biting her attacker, and wondered how she'd gone so long without biting someone else. He couldn't ask that though. Not right now. Nor could he explain why he knew giving in felt so good. "How did he taste?" he asked. "If he's not human, then it should make you feel... different than how you might feel after drinking from a human. Are you hot? Cold? More awake or anything unusual?"

Those were the questions her elder had asked, and unfortunately, questions Saoirse didn't have an answer to. She looked up at Nic and shook her head, smiling weakly. "It was very odd. I don't know what he was. I feel... pretty normal." She hadn't experienced a ton with different bloods, though she'd certainly had the option. She'd tried elementals and enjoyed them, but she mainly stuck to fae blood. "It doesn't really make sense. If he was like, a merman or something, I wouldn't know the effects - but he'd know what he was. And that was the thing. When he shoved me away I... ah... well, kind of taunted him. He had to be a hunter, but how could he hate vampires so much if he wasn't even human? And that stunned him. His temperature shifted, his heart reacted... it freaked him out. He threw the knife at me and then he took off running. Otherwise, I think he would have stayed until one of us was destroyed."

"He could be a carrier," Nic suggested, using a term that he'd grown up with, but wasn't really common as far as the news reports went. Necromancy had carriers, passing the curse along, but not always showing up in each generation. He was sure there were other things that had them as well. "Maybe his mother was something, or his grandfather, or someone that's given him a different taste, but not anything that's shown up in himself. Did he seem to have an issue for vampires specifically, or did you get the sense that this might be related to all supernatural beings?" He knew it wasn't a perfectly phrased question as far as interrogation went, but he was curious about her opinion. She was the only insight they had into the attacker, and if they could understand his motives, it would be easier to catch him before it happened again.

Saoirse tilted her head to the side as she thought about it. She didn't really know much about carriers, or how that could work. Once she got back to the house her elders were going to have her sample every different blood type they could get their hands on, and maybe that would help, but she wasn't really looking forward to it. She was going to be a wonky person to be around for a little while after. "I don't know," she finally admitted. "It was a very quick encounter. I have no way of knowing if his beef is with vampires or supes in general. I just know that I sensed his horror when I said he wasn't human. And it was horror." And at the time, she'd enjoyed the fuck out of it, up until she had silver buried in her flesh.

"Bastard deserved it," Nic muttered. This time when Nic smirked, his eyes went black with it, a flash of his darker humor brought to life through his eyes. They had a bad habit of doing that, lighting up all wrong at the wrong times. Worst of all, he didn't know when it happened, though he'd been told it occurred most often when he was angry. A moment later they were back to normal. "I don't think there's anything I can ask that hasn't already been asked, but thank you for going over it again with me. They feel better when I get a chance to ask questions." He could confirm the truth; she hadn't done anything that another human wouldn't do... except they probably wouldn't have bitten, but that was easy to ignore under the circumstances.

Saoirse didn't miss what happened with his eyes, and for a moment she couldn't help but stare in fascination. Again she was back to wondering as she had been earlier, what the hell was he? She wanted to ask that again, and why they wanted him to ask, but she recognized that this wasn't the time. "Sure," she said easily. "I'll help however I can. If I figure out the blood type I'll give you a call."

Nic gave a glance over his shoulder, then smiled casually back at her. There was really nothing else they could do but write up the police report and see what came up. "Great," he said. He wanted to ask her more questions, but he could do that tomorrow night, when he wasn't being watched by everyone he worked with. He would have felt better if there had been other SET members around, but they weren't needed here, so he was just with the blue shirts. "I'll still see you tomorrow night, right? Are you okay?"

Saoirse looked away briefly and chuckled dryly. Okay was an interesting word. She was still kind of wired. She'd pulled herself back under control, but she hadn't wanted to. Even now, she would have quite liked to go let loose again and indulge her most primal natures. All of them. "I heal fast," she said, trying to ignore those thoughts as she shrugged. "No harm done. Still kind of angry, and wondering what the hell the news is going to make of this."

"If you want to spar sometime, let me know," Nic grinned. His comment was based more around what he'd heard going through her mind, but it still made sense based upon what she'd actually said. A little play fighting was always a good way to work off some steam... she just wouldn't know what he could do to go up against a vampire. For a normal human, it would be a rather stupid idea. "The news doesn't need to know you bit him. If we can avoid the media getting ahold of that piece, it'd be much easier on everyone. If they do, however, it's still self defense, and it works in favor of vampire rights. At least, it could. You never know how they'll spin it."

The offer made her curious, and was more than a little amusing. And at the same time, made Saoirse wonder about him all the more. What race could spar with a vampire? A were, obviously, but there was no way he was one of those. "I have no intention of anyone outside of my line or this room knowing I bit him," she confirmed. "And maybe I'll take you up on that some time."

"It'd be interesting," Nic said. He had no idea how it would go, but interesting was definitely a truth. She'd either find it intriguing, or she'd despise him. Who knew. "I've got to go match up details with what they've got, write up a report and all that. Do yo need a ride home or anything?" Nic reminded himself afterwards that the guy had attacked her, not her car, though maybe she'd feel safer with an escort home after all that. He wasn't sure about the protocol at this point.

Saoirse smiled faintly and shook her head. "People from my house are here, I'll head back with them," she said. "But thank you. If that's all you guys need from me... I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Assuming she wasn't all out tripping balls from the things her elders were going to make her drink. This should be interesting.