meredith fell is a cheater with good intentions. (icheat) wrote in zombieslogs,
His touch was cold, but Meredith expected nothing less from something that was supposed to be dead to begin with. Goosebumps immediately formed on her skin, eyes watching curiously and with a bit of shock as his gentlemanly manners so out of place, especially in such a state as the world was in now. His fingers lingered just long enough, brushing her knuckles briefly before he released her and instantly warmth flooded her fingers again. This particular vampire knew exactly what he was doing. How long had he been alive? He didn't have to rely on compulsion, when he looked into her eyes there was no power radiating from him, no attempt to bend her to his will. No, this vampire was experienced; he knew very well that he was an allure to a human all on his own.
"Well, those on my good side can call me Meredith and I think you qualify. I just want to save lives. Any way I can", she replied easily, truthfully, to his barge of questions. "I see myself as someone that can save lives and I don't want people to die. Not if I can do something about it. I'm a doctor, but it's much more than my job. It's my life." She took up her glass again and finished the bit of bourbon left inside. Gently, she set it back down on the counter and the bartender went by, automatically going to to refill, but Meredith waved him off. She'd probably had too much already for someone with a medical license, but here, was anyone even paying attention? Probably not.
"What about you? Besides warning lovely ladies of how much danger they might be, what else do you?" she asked quietly. The bartender came by and Meredith took another scotch this time.