meredith fell is a cheater with good intentions. (icheat) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-04-14 18:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric northman, meredith fell |
who: meredith fell and open
what: a trip to fangtasia? why not.
where: fangtasia, of course.
when: a sunday night.
rating: tbd
status: open :D
Meredith Fell was not what anyone would consider a party woman. She preferred the evening with a good medical book, a cup of herbal tea or coffee depending on how many lab reports she had to skim through, and herself for company. However, color her curious and maybe a shade of crazy, but she wanted a chance to explore the Projects. Perhaps, she could even recruit a few more vampires to donate blood? It was a logical reasoning for a very not logical choice, especially since the young doctor was going alone and the Projects were more than proven to be a not so safe place. Still, Meredith had never been frightened-she'd held her own against a possessed Alaric and came from a line of vampire hunters. She could handle her own, but hopefully, she wouldn't have to tonight. Unarmed and quite vulnerable as an ordinary human, she stepped inside the pulsating night club with large eyes and a faint apprehensiveness.
Making a beeline for the bar, she sat down, not all too interested in the more vampiric options, and went for a cognac and eventually a whiskey. All the while, Meredith was painfully aware of her obvious status as human. Her heart beat gave her away, the sound of her pulse in her neck, an definite indicator of the warm blood beating through her veins, but still, Meredith lingered at the bar. Not all vampires were bad, she knew this, and maybe, just maybe, she could hook a few into donating for the prison. As it was, it bothered her that the Projects really had no medical clinic of its own here. Meredith wasn't foolish or naive enough to believe that all the occupants of this section of Everett were bad. They didn't want to live in the prison and the wilderness certainly didn't suit everyone-definitely not Meredith. They deserved medical care too. Still, they could go to the prison for medical needs, but a place here to offer services wouldn't be bad, would it?
Meredith took a small sip of her whiskey, shivering as it burned its way down her throat and lit a brief fire in her stomach before being stifled out. Maybe she could vouch the idea to some people and see what they say. Talking could do no harm, could it? The taste of the alcohol reminded her of Alaric. It bothered her to think about him, more so than anyone else she'd failed to save, and despite her apt control at locking down her regrets and sadness, anything involving the former vampire hunter always bled through more poignant and powerful than any other. Maybe it was because she cared for him? Could have loved him if given the chance? It didn't matter; he was dead. In the end, he became something he never wanted and it wasn't his fault. He didn't ask for the darkness, it just found him...like it found all of them and there was no escape. Lifting the glass, a silent toast to the fallen man, she downed the rest with strange ease for someone who never drank much of anything stronger than a tea.