Who: Needy Lesnicky and Nora Gainseborough Where: Housing Projects What: Nora is curious about that blonde girl who doesn't smell quite human, so she investigates. Warnings: Some talk about feeding on humans, but otherwise safe!
Six hundred years had given Nora a lot of time to see the world, experience it in a myriad of ways. There were certain things she was privileged to have come across, like the halflings, born human with just a touch of Fae, who truly were the most delicious things to eat, like honey and sunshine and sex all wrapped up in the warmth of a body, full of blood pumping hot and sweet, like sin on her tongue when she finally was able to take a bite. You could smell it on them sometimes, the Fae part. The one she'd had in Vienna in the eighteenth century had smelled like a mix of jasmine and those first rays of morning making the flowers curl outward, reaching for that touch of brightness. It was intoxicating, because they always carried a little bit of the sun with them, something that all vampires yearned for, whether they admitted it or not.
At first, she'd thought the girl was some kind of Fae, some darker kind because that first whiff was all moonlit meadows, and a hint of asphodel, those flowers of the dead, mixed with the earthy scent of a grave. But the more their paths crossed, not directly even, the more Nora began to question what exactly the girl was. It wasn't Fae, she decided, lacking the pull and promise of sunlight. Yet, it was intriguing all the same, a scent that seemed to stay with Nora, taunting her because she didn't know what it meant. Like a dream she woke from, the details escaping her while the feeling remained. Which bothered her, of course, because Nora liked to know things, liked to be aware of what was happening around her.
The moon was high in the sky when Nora decided to find the girl, for obvious reasons pertaining to avoiding the True Death, because her curiosity had reached an insatiable point. It was easy enough, finding the place, but Nora hesitated, waiting in the shadows watching, like she would prey before the attack. Only this time, she didn't want to kill, to drain the girl dry. No, she wanted answers. The taste of blood would tell her nothing, except the subtleties of flavour that flowed within the girl's vein. What she wanted was knowledge, something to ease the flit of thoughts through her brain over what this girl was. Perhaps she was some Unseelie halfling stupid enough to be hiding among vampires who would eat her in a second if they knew she was Fae.