Marlene's POV:
The Wirral is looking boring as ever from way above. Of course for Lydia this would be an amazing sight, but for someone who has flew across London and Liverpool many a time, this sight is now not so special. I swoop down to my lovely abode and walk up the steps, now in human form.
But someone is in there. And they're sure as hell not welcome. From her hair I can tell that this is Lydia's friend Berry; A hindrance to me and my vampire acquaintances since the day she learned to be... well a pisstake frankly.
She hasn't found anything yet, still wondering around wide-eyed. I need a plan to get her out of there and I need it now. I let her see me and scare her but that would only leave her wanting more, I know her kind. No, I know what I'll do. This'll suck. But I'll have to do it.
Superhuman strength. One of the less talked about vampire abilities, but I'm just full of surprises. I crawl through a crack in the cobblestone, as a bat, and make my way through to the floorboards I so handily placed myself.
I know that there are 3 base pillars in the foundation of this castle that keep it together. I'm sure you're imagining a big castle; it is not. I make my way through the dark towards the first pillar and I strike it down, just like that. Well done me. Now to the next. And then the last. And then, with a sigh of relief, I'm done. But my work is far from over, the next part of this is getting out before the castle collapses in on itself and kills Berry. Whoops.
The rocks rumble threateningly, signaling the need for urgency right about now. I can hear Berry scream; I'm really counting on her making it out in time, if this quenches her hunger for the bothering of vampires then there'll be no need for murder. But if it doesn't.
I watch her stumble over herself as she runs and I can't help but giggle. Although maybe I should focus on myself, and the fact I'm homeless now. I could stay up all night but I spent the day with Lydia and I need to sleep. Lydia, that's a good idea isn't it. I'll fly back to Lydia's.
I hang outside her window in hope that she'll notice... and won't think I'm being creepy. Oh lord don't let her think I'm being creepy. Just before I start overthinking her beautiful face appears at the window. Her hair is tied up and a surprisingly colourful and enormous t-shirt hangs over her body. She walks past, before comically doing a double take walking backwards. She signals to me a message of, I'm guessing, "what the fuck are you doing?", and opens the window.
Lydia's POV:
What the fuck is she doing? I open the window. She flies in and lands on the floor, transforming quite amazingly into her human form. Her hair has fallen down now and she's covered in dirt. She uses her hands to comb her hair out of her face.
Lydia: May I ask?
Marlene: My castle collapsed.
Lydia: WHAT? What happened?
Marlene: I collapsed it.
Lydia: ...And why the fuck would you do that.
Marlene: Your friend Berry. She was in my house and I couldn't risk her having any proof vampires are real, it would put too much fuel in her engine. I've been hoping she would grow up around now and shun this hobby when she realises vampires aren't real.
Lydia: But vampires are real-
Marlene: And that's the problem. Listen, may I stay here tonight? Just until morning when I can collect my things, I promise.
This is a lot for me right now. I run my hands through my ponytail like I do when I'm thinking. She can't be seen by mum for many reasons so she'll have to stay in here, she also needs a shower and new clothes. I've never been pressured into thinking of something like this before.
Lydia: Okay. Go and get a shower, I'll find you some pajamas. I swear to God if you're seen by my mother next thing you know your head will be on a chopping block... or-or a stake through your heart or whatever.
Marlene: Thank you so much sweetheart, and by the way, decapitation does kill me as you'd guess from my head being off of my body.
Lydia: Don't get smart with me, here, clothes. Now get gone and QUIETLY.
She catches the clothes, smiles, and creeps off towards the shower. I'm not going to wonder why she knows where it is.
Lydia: Ay Díos Mío...
