Breathing is Boring...

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

The succeeding nights suddenly turned hell.

Sher can manage three to four days without drinking blood, but now, for no apparent reason she feels very thirsty.

Of course she did try and drank blood. Finish almost three bottles but it couldn’t sate her thirst still.

All she could remember was the girl’s blood.

That sweet mixture of perfection plus the sudden stillness of her mind, making her able to think well. As clear as night.

She’s beginning to understand what just happened to her, as well as the bond she made with that Bidder.

She was getting paler than usual. So, once again, she set out back to the town. Sher could feel the woman’s presence clearly and she felt that she’s approaching her flat. Few more minutes and she was standing outside the window of the woman’s place, waiting for the other to notice her.

She has to feed from her again. She has to.

Sher finally tapped the glass window. She couldn’t see clearly since it was covered with a curtain from the inside.

The calm and quiet faded after a few hours, coinciding with when the marks from the feeding began to heal, leaving Quinn in a rush of noise again. She hadn’t left her flat in days. The resounding headache had made her unable to function at all, like a high that she couldn’t escape from.

Food was lacking in her fridge, but she made do with what she had, shutting the doors and windows up tight to not let any light in. A small candle sufficed to not irritate her mind as much. Every new scent and sound was playing hell on her mind, overwhelming her psyche with the noise of the city outside.

Curled up on the sofa with soft soothing music in the background, she was disturbed from her thoughts by a distinct tapping on her window. Immediately, she pulled up the mental wards she had been relaxing, locking her mind up tight before she uncurled out of her nest of blankets, opening the curtains covering the window to see the vampire that had saved her a few days before.

Compulsion, perhaps, made her open the window and step back, retreating to her blankets again, looking at her expectantly.

"What can I do for you?"

Sher hesitated going inside. The sole of her boots were covered in dirt and mud and it would leave a mess if she were to step in.

However, due to her dire need to have this done and over with, she finally stepped in. Eyes fixated in the only person inside the room as her hand moved to close the window.

"You certainly know what I need from you." Her voice was an octave lower, inviting. "You felt it too, didn't you? That stillness of everything. The peace it brought you. And you wish for it to happen again... do you not?"

She moved quietly, and in an instant, there she was, sitting in front of the mortal. "I can give it to you." Sher's hand caressed the woman's cheek, hoping she would say yes. "As long as you give me what I need."

No darling. They didn’t. At least… not this time. And I’m just as glad to be here. Home, in your arms.

I’ll hurt them if they touch you. You know I will. *pulls her close into a kiss*

I know, my love. I know. Need not to worry. I am unharmed, alright? *kisses her passionately*

I love you, Quinn. I'm yours. Always yours.

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

Quinn watched her go, disappearing like she’d hardly been there, but the haze that her body fell into was enough to make sure she knew it had happened.

She stumbled to her feet, gathering them under her and using the wall for support to right her clothing, all projections from others in the street blocked out.

It was quiet, like a quiet she’d never experienced, especially in her own mind. It was wonderful.

She stumbled home on her own and dropped onto the sofa in her flat, giggling slightly to herself. If she would ever have an encounter with her again, that gorgeous vampire, she’d have to make sure that she thanked her properly, particularly for the quiet in her mind. But she doubted that she’d actually ever see her again. But Quinn could hope.

The succeeding nights suddenly turned hell.

Sher can manage three to four days without drinking blood, but now, for no apparent reason she feels very thirsty.

Of course she did try and drank blood. Finish almost three bottles but it couldn't sate her thirst still.

All she could remember was the girl's blood.

That sweet mixture of perfection plus the sudden stillness of her mind, making her able to think well. As clear as night.

She's beginning to understand what just happened to her, as well as the bond she made with that Bidder.

She was getting paler than usual. So, once again, she set out back to the town. Sher could feel the woman's presence clearly and she felt that she's approaching her flat. Few more minutes and she was standing outside the window of the woman's place, waiting for the other to notice her.

She has to feed from her again. She has to.

Sher finally tapped the glass window. She couldn't see clearly since it was covered with a curtain from the inside.

I missed you too.

I’m so sorry I’ve been away, beloved.

I’m just glad you’re home. They didn’t hurt you, did they?

No darling. They didn't. At least... not this time. And I'm just as glad to be here. Home, in your arms.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

I'm so sorry I've been away, beloved.

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"N-no? I wasn’t aware that I was following anyone…"

"Good then."

"Apologies for that, by the way. My name's Sherlock Holmes. Please, call me Sher, though."

#221silentwordsnotspoken

Oh? Definitely won’t say no to that, darling~

#thelostmuseofhistory #//Quinn so adorable and so beautiful~ :3

Such a lovely dancer you are, beloved.

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"S’gettin’ smarter then." John replies, down about five aspirin when he finds the bottle. He swallows them dry.

"No need to apologize. It’s nothing new." He murmurs, trying to keep still for a moment to collect himself.

After a pause to breathe, John’s wings stretch out, blood speckling the ground as he shudders.

Shutting his eyes tightly, he brings the injured wing around so that he can run his hand over the wound.

He may be able to heal others, but the curse for him is not being able to heal himself.

John’s hand darts out and grabs the kit, opening it in and putting antiseptic on the wound. He hisses but shakes it off..

"Our conversation was rudely interrupted. You were offering something earlier?"

"Ah yes. My proposal." Sher crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching him treat his wounds. "I need someone who I can trust to guard an important person. As we speak, I am sure that she's being watched by my kind. I can keep her under my protection but I'm pretty sure that it won't last long, they will harm her. Given that you have military experience and obviously, you are not human yourself, I was hoping we can make a deal out of your skill. Shelter and other necessities will surely be provided by me, of course."

Oh? Definitely won't say no to that, darling~

#221silentwordsnotspoken #//hmm.. she's in a pretty good mood

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"You're not following me, are you?"

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Sher only shook her head though a smile was painted on her lips. “Not a lot would say that. Not even any humans nor my own kind."

Placing her elbow on the counter, she then placed the back of her hand under her chin, amusement floating in her eyes. “So, you can’t wait to be in the area where you’re very much familiar with. Was it that difficult to find your place here with the civillians, John? What if I could offer you something, in exchange for a high amount money and a place to nicer than the room you currently occupy, would you take it?"

"I know folks who would take that deal in a heart beat." John says, lighting himself a cigarette. He inhales before puffing out a ring of smoke. John shoots an arrow of smoke at it.

"I know a lot of folks. But first I’m going to ask what you’re offering, and why are you are offering." John says, rolling his eyes, “Because it would be a sha- Watchit!"

His wing sweeps around, it visible to only the keenest of eyes and wraps around Sher, the knife lodging into his feathers. John’s face contorts in pain and his grip tightens on his cane. He’s standing now. Snapping the wing out, the knife flies across the room at the dart board. It hits the bullseye and embeds itself into the pillar up to the hilt.

Many people are up, either fangs or guns out.

"WHO THREW THAT?"

John heaves a heavy sigh as chaos ensues, panic and anger beating against his walls as people start accusing people.

"One night…. God that’s all I’m asking." He rests his temple against the wood work. John’s wing retracts like a shadow, blood dripping over the bar.

"What happened?" Avalon appears from the back room with Leon, the two looking confused but not particularly worried for John’s well being.

"Someone threw a knife. You mind dealing with it?" He gestures blindly at the fight.

"No problem." Avalon’s eyes go completely black and her claws are out. Leon grabs his tranquilizer.

John remains where he is, pain coming at him from all sides. “Fuck." Taking a deep breath in, he forces himself to stand up straight and grab the cleaner out from under the bar. He can already see a few of them eyeing the blood dripping from behind the bar.

"Sorry, gimme a sec."

John cleans off the bar before folding his wings tightly behind himself, and gesturing to follow him into the back room.

His wings cannot be seen in this moment, completely invisible. He looks like a normal man with a migraine. The only indication that he’s been injured is the blood dripping down into black shirt; soaking in.

John’s rummaging around the back room for some aspirin, at the moment, trying to ignore the intense pain coming from his back.

"My apologies. It’s been happening every night the past month I’ve been here."

Her eyes caught a glimpse of John's wings. It was the first time she saw one, moreover it protected her from the sudden attack. She turned quickly as she tried to locate the attacker. She knew someone there did the treason. It was silver blade.

It would cause a serious injury for her.

But John took the blade, causing the man to be injured.

When the little girl came back from the kitchen with a man beside her to take charge of things, she followed John. She could see the blood soaking through his shirt.

She was curious what would John's blood taste like. But of course, she knew Quinn's was much better.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. That knife was made of silver." She explained. "If I'm not mistaken, it was solely intended for me." A smirk came out from her lips. "Though I was the one who should apologize. You got hurt in the process."

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

It was oddly enticing, the soft trail of her own blood, sliding down the vampire’s lip. It made Quinn want to lean over and smear it against her lips and then lick it off-

Where had that come from?!

The thought was surely not her own, body almost drunk on the high that she got from being fed on, but this was so much more satisfying. It felt like the missing piece that she’d been searching for had finally been found.

"You can hear me," she said quickly, fingers pressing over the bite marks in her throat. “When I project. No one else has ever been able to hear me." The brunette leaned back against the brick, slumping down slightly. “Don’t apologize. Honestly. I repaid my debt. You saved my life, I saved yours." Quinn smiled hazily, her mind quiet for once."And besides, it was very enjoyable. Nothing to apologize for."

{If you fuck as good as you just drank from me, you have an open invitation to my bed anytime, whenever you’re hungry.}

#thelostmuseofhistory #//what the bloody hell was that all about Sher!!#//but of course #she'll be back. XD

Sher's face went unabashed, made her words gone into scrambled unidentified ones. "W-What?!" Was this girl even for real? She shook her head. Of course, she was a Bidder. In exchange for blood was either a profit in terms of money, or body.

She finally began to stand. She wasn't that strong enough to heal but at least her hunger's been sated for a while. "Again, I'm sorry, but you misunderstood my intentions. I simply just cannot allow new Takers to behave insolently like this. And yes, I can hear you. As much as everybody's thoughts." She made a circling motion using her finger to emphasize her point.

Once again she shook her head as she mentioned how the girl saved her. "No. You shouldn't have done that, in all honesty." But of course, the girl didn't know what she'd done. She had no idea what they've just done. Her confusion on what to do next was starting to take a toll on her. "I'm sorry... but yes, thank you. Thank you for giving me your blood. I really hope I won't see you again."

And with that, she was gone.

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"Hmm…" Sher uttered a murmur of gratitude as John gave her one stick. As her slender fingers reached for it, placed it on her lips and lit it up using her own lighter in silver plating with folded wings as a design.

Puffing out the smoke in the air, she made curled her lips. “So you’ll be away again? I’m afraid I’ll miss you already, John. You seem the type to take care of people. Maybe that’s why they ask for you instead of others. Given that you’re also once an army doctor, maybe it’s just in your blood to serve~"

"Very clever, that deducing mind of yours is." His warm smile is still on his face, although his eyes seem to be seeing the sand already. Shaking his head, John pours himself some soda and drags his own barstool up to help ease off of his leg.

This job could be exciting, but it was also exhausting.

"Well, I can’t really afford London, sadly. Not with the money I have. Shipping out every chance is my only shot at not having to figure out what to do with my living quarters here. I’ve got a room upstairs, but it’s not much and this place gets too loud." He sips his drink.

"I ship out in a few weeks, voluntarily. The desert is much quieter."

His prosthetic leg clicks as he tugs up his trouser leg to adjust it.

"I’ve had to pull strings to get back into the army, lately."

Sher only shook her head though a smile was painted on her lips. "Not a lot would say that. Not even any humans nor my own kind."

Placing her elbow on the counter, she then placed the back of her hand under her chin, amusement floating in her eyes. "So, you can't wait to be in the area where you're very much familiar with. Was it that difficult to find your place here with the civillians, John? What if I could offer you something, in exchange for a high amount money and a place to nicer than the room you currently occupy, would you take it?"

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

Instantly there was a difference. Quinn knew it, she could taste her own blood in her mouth, the taste thick on her tongue as her mind raced.

{You’re not a Taker, are you?}

The world narrowed down to the silence between them, her heart thundering in both of their ears, feeling both the sensations of feeding and being fed on all at once. There was so much different about this that it made her head spin, knees going weak until she collapsed, dragging the vampire with her.

Quinn’s mind had gone quiet, the insistent press of the emotions of others surrounding her faded until it was simply just the two of them. Alone in their own bubble of quiet.

#breathingwasalwaysboring

Their positions turned as she kept feeding her blood. She could feel her mind getting lost in that sweet taste that she was sure she haven't tasted not even once in her existence. At the time, that was all she can focus.

It made all those bloods that they drink seemed tasteless. Was this the reason why Takers love to feed straight from the flesh? It's intoxicating and perfect. Though blood tasted perfect, this was entirely different.

Nobles as well as Takers can read human minds, they use their charm to invite, to lure them to oblivion and soon enough, their death. But the peculiarity on Sher was that she can never shut it off. Her mind continued to flow freely with thoughts and information that can never seem to shut off.

Yet that one bite.

That one bite blocked those thoughts, those irritating noises...

For once, her mind kept still.

It was... no doubt...glorious.

Though when she heard that certain voice in her head, she opened her eyes, finally gathering her thoughts about what she did. Carefully, she pulled back. blood trickling from the corner of her lip.

{I'm not.} Her eyes went wide upon realizing that her mind spoke that her own mouth. {Very obvious by teeth alone. And obviously, you don't have any idea about me too, to offering yourself just like that to someone like me.} Running a hand through her hair she spoke, eyes still glowing. "I'm... I... My apologies. I shouldn't have.. I shouldn't have done that. I'm.. I'm sorry."

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"I can definitely keep my hands on my pockets, love. Need not be upset about it." Sher teased at the girl. “However, if your Daddy would want to play, I won’t mind~" Then she laughed at her own joke. “Fires are really hot and scalding."

As the girl went to the kitchen, she chuckled. “How adorable your little girl is." Sher looked at the kitchen hoping to see the little one on rage once again. “She’s like a kitty. Well a kitten who’s older than you. Though, may I have a stick if you won’t mind as well?"

At John’s last words, she nodded. “Oh yes, she’s been hmm… three decades or more? I do remember this place as once a small house from a wealthy family. Parents were slaughtered and the boys were sent to slavery." She shrugged. “I’m actually ordered not to get in contact with your kind. As what they say, we should never spoil our food. Though I like your drinks so I might end up being a regular. As long as you’ll be the one to serve me, of course."

John slides a cigarette over to her on a chipped ashtray. “One of these days I’m going to get a crystal one, just like the queen." He muses.

At her saying that he should serve her more he smiles.

"For some reason, everyone always asks for me. Even with my sparse schedule. I’m only here when I’m not in the desert. And that’s only for a few months at a time."

"Hmm..." Sher uttered a murmur of gratitude as John gave her one stick. As her slender fingers reached for it, placed it on her lips and lit it up using her own lighter in silver plating with folded wings as a design.

Puffing out the smoke in the air, she made curled her lips. "So you'll be away again? I'm afraid I'll miss you already, John. You seem the type to take care of people. Maybe that's why they ask for you instead of others. Given that you're also once an army doctor, maybe it's just in your blood to serve~"

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

Though Quinn knew very little of the vampire world, what she did know was that the woman who had saved her was no ordinary vampire. She was terrifyingly beautiful, even covered in all of their blood, and she winced with every kick and stab the dagger made against her pale flesh. The one night that she felt fine enough to come down to Haven Street without a weapon for protection would be the one night that she’d be attacked. Irony at its best.

Watching him turn to ash was certainly rewarding, though really, she’d done very little of the work. The vampire had done everything and immediately, Quinn knew there was a life debt to be repaid there. She watched the other stagger and hit the wall to slide down it and she made her way carefully over, eyes on bright blue ones. “You saved me again," she said quietly, hand still pressed over the open marks. “You should drink and heal yourself."

Pale lids fluttered closed as the vampire lost too much of the blood in her system, and Quinn crept closer, removing her hand to wipe a bare trickle of her own blood against red lips, one hand curving to the back of her head to bring her mouth close to her neck, knowing that instinct had to take over.

It just had to.

#thelostmuseofhistory #Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat?#The Beginning of Everything

Sher appreciated what the woman was trying to do, though she shook her head. "It's really not that easy as it see--" Her words stopped in mid-sentence as the blood from the woman's hand touched her lip, her tongue automatically tasting it. She knew it was on purpose. After all she was trying to help her.

She blinked as she swallowed, the taste of blood lingering on her tongue. And she wanted more...

She wanted more of her blood.

But she knew it wasn't supposed to be this way. Nobles are not allowed to feed straight from the human flesh. It's one of their heavy rules as a Noble.

Yet her thirst was starting to take over so easily since she couldn't even remember the last time she fed.

"I..I c-can't.." She breathed but her fangs were slowly appearing once more as the woman brought her lips to her neck. She could hear the woman's heart beating, that fresh blood rushing to lively throughout her body. Her eyes glowed once more and it seemed like her thoughts and her system had finally shut down when once and for all, she defied the rules as her own need took over.

She bit her.

Can Curiosity Really Kill A Cat? || thelostmuseofhistory

Quinn was hardly the damsel in distress type, but being choked from behind by someone much taller than herself made it difficult to retaliate. She’d never had an issue before, but Haven Street was now not as much of a haven as it had been before.

Her neck bled freely as she watched the woman take down her attacker, and slid her arm around her neck, the ease of which she was lifted off the ground surprising her. “Thank you," Quinn mumbled quietly, clamping a hand around the marks in her neck.

Behind them, the man stood, cracking his neck quietly as he slipped a dagger from the inside of his coat, smirking at the gleam it had before he rushed on them, launching the blade into the other vamipre’s shoulder. "That bitch is mine. I paid for her," he hissed, twisting the blade of the dagger into the wound before yanking Quinn away from her by her arm.

"There are rules about this sort of thing," she spat, kicking up at him to try and free her wrist. “They’ll kill you for this!"

The man only laughed, momentarily distracted by the ridiculous notion of his own death. "They’ll never find out," he sneered.