“Ah, Adele,” she said simply, before waving a hand. “She’s free to talk about whatever she likes, I simply wanted to know. There are others who know who’d be less… kind about what is something I can’t change.” ( Though she could revel in it less ). Still, there was some interest to this situation. “But, do tell, how on Earth did you manage to get her drunk?” she asked, brows knitting together with some confusion, commingled with curiosity, “She sits at the bar, drinks lemonade and proves herself a distraction to Eli while she waits for him to be off-shift whenever she comes by. She doesn’t drink.”Â
It was remarkable really, how well Olivia continuously handled the bits of information. Never once had the girl completely lost it, never once had she accused Renee of lying or reacted by attacking her for providing information that didn’t jive with any pre-existing notions. Here, the initial response was a faint nod and a stupid question, by Renee’s view, though she would answer it all the same. “Depending on which version of that kind of creature you’re looking at… sort of. Some representations are more accurate than others. I’ve always been fondest of Carmilla, for whatever that’s worth.”
“It’s not really about survival per se, it’s about what form of existence.” She sighed then, trying to figure out how to most easily explain. “Look, I told you, didn’t I, Olivia? There are costs to being what I am. Immortality doesn’t come for free, not when you get it by making a deal with a demon. What it comes to is either I drink human blood or there’s consequence. Honestly, I’m naturally inclined to want it, there’s a physiologically drive to keep myself as I am in a self-preservation type way. A transition to something… inhuman in appearance isn’t beneficial and there’s a need embedded in me to try and prevent that. I go long enough and it starts to become very… unpleasant.”
"Like who?" She asked first of all. “Aside from Belial and Adele I mean.” Olivia doubted it was something she went around broadcasting to the world. Then again, a Saint did already know, perhaps the woman didn’t care. If anything, the blonde was just more relieved she hadn’t caused something to stir up when it shouldn’t and Adele was in the clear. She smiled faintly at the comment about getting her drunk, not caring how it probably made Olivia sound. The girl had needed some fun after the disaster that had been that Potluck of hers, her moping around the bar had been testament enough. "It's a really long story, but basically it comes down to her maybe thinking a Gold Rush was just some type of lemonade. She loved them enough that she just kept ordering them anyway and I'm pretty she gave up caring after a certain point."
“The… lesbian vampire that pre-dates Dracula?” She questioned with a slight frown, trying to relay off what she could remember. Olivia could recall doing something about it at school, but that was all that seemed to have stuck with her up to this point. ”So not like twilight then? And here I was thinking they might have actually named the mom after you.” She had no clue why she was joking really, the idea of Renee drinking people’s blood was definitely anything but. It was simply like a defence mechanism, a default setting while she processed things that sounded too bizarre to be true in her opinion. Â
Olivia simply listened as the woman tried to explain herself, not feeling the need to comment until she had finished. “It’s… kind of like an addiction then? Just one you can’t get help for.” She mused aloud, more a confirmation or sorts for herself that something she needed Renee to actually acknowledge if she chose not to. A silence fell over them for a few moments before she spoke again. “Have you ever seen what you’d turn into?” Was the question even relevant? Probably not. She didn’t know why she’d said it the second it left her lips, but she simply seemed to be coasting right now; trying to fill up some of the empty space it took her to actually come to terms with what this all meant. Renee drank human blood. The very same blood running through her veins right now. She was curious as to how the woman managed to keep that from affect her at all. “How do you control it?”  Â
