Who: Lauren & OTA What: Arrival Where: Outside Fangtasia When: Early Afternoon! Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Lauren had to admit she was absolutely bloody terrified. This wasn't normal one bit even for her messed up existance, she'd stopped calling it a life after all, as soon as it had stopped being one. But this was weird even for her. She didn't think she was in Bristol anymore, hell it was too warm to even be England at all, and that sun. She'd woken up without her sunglasses in probably the sunniest place ever, in what looked like a parking lot of a place called...Was it called Fangtasia? Sounded like something Seth would have a hand in, but it couldn't be could it. No one knew about vampires or how long had she been dead. Who would call a bar something like that or why had she, having crumbled to dust in her sire and former lovers arms woken up perfectly healthy here. It seemed like only a few minutes since she'd begged Mitchell to stake her. She got to her feet, scared and worried and hungry. As ever she was desprately desprately hungry.
How much danger could she really be in in a place called Fangtasia? Being what she was, she'd flash the eyes and fangs, work out where she was and how to get back to Bristol. She had wanted to die, but now...maybe she still did but she couldn't ask Mitchell again. She couldn't do that to him a second time so maybe she shouldn't do that right away. Maybe she'd try, just once more to do without blood. For his sake. She'd always been weak, she knew that too. But maybe she could make something of herself.
Getting to the door she sighed, closed...of course closed. Why would something like that open when the light could hurt? What would be the point? All the same Lauren wanted to be indoors. It hurt her eyes, and she didn't even seem to have her sunglasses. Blood and sunglasses would make her happy.