Dani is a 100% sapphic goddess 😉 (actuallesbian) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-04-28 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | dani harper, sam evans |
Who: Dani Harper & Sam Evans
Where: Their shared house
When: The morning after THIS, Friday, April 25th
What: Dani has some mysterious marks on her neck
Status: On-going/closed
Warnings: Vampire talk? TBD
When Dani woke up Friday morning, the previous night was kind of a blur. She had slept soundly through the night, but she still woke up feeling exhausted. She shuffled off down the hall into the bathroom, really only half awake. She stopped in front of the counter, letting out a yawn and running a hand through her hair while she reached for her toothbrush with the other. It wasn't until she looked up and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror that she noticed the blood stains on her neck. Her eyebrows furrowed and she lifted her free hand, delicately touching the stained spot. The blood was dry, thank God, but she didn't understand where it could have come from.
She leaned in closer to the mirror and that's what she saw the wound that blood had come from. They looked like puncture marks. Spread just far enough apart that Dani knew without a doubt what it was a bite. It didn't take her long to connect the dots after that; this was too clean for some animal attack. And, if she thought about it realistically, an animal attack would have killed her. There would have been no way she could get away on her own. Something else had done this. Something with at least some restraint.
A vampire, maybe?
Santana.
But why didn't she remember it? A wound like this, she was sure she'd remember. Seeing Santana, she would definitely remember. In the short time she'd been here, she hadn't seen Santana once. She had died and turned nearly the second Dani had gotten here, and then they'd been trapped inside for a week by that freak blizzard. She had been aching to see her, but she knew it was best that she stayed away while she was still adjusting to this, to being a vampire. If she had decided she wanted to see Dani anyway, why couldn't she remember it? That was what was really killing her.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at the door. Sam. Sam couldn't see these, he'd freak out. He was close to Blaine, which meant he'd say something, and Dani didn't trust Blaine as far as she could throw him. Blaine had been the one to go to the hunters when Finn and Quinn had insisted he needed to back off. He could have gotten Santana seriously hurt or killed. Again. So as much as she liked Sam and thought he was a hell of a better roommate than the guy she lived with back home, she couldn't entirely trust him.
"You can come in," she called out, quickly pulling a washcloth off the counter and pressing it to the side of her neck. Maybe not the most subtle approach, but she was in a rush here.