Vampiric Interdiction

[30] She's Off

“Who is she? L‘l krea re fnikcuf kec!” Villahr stops pacing in front of the window, his arms folded over his frazzled white tee, stained with Korebon and what was no doubtably blood. Karolinna didn’t dare ask questions about how it got there. Most of it was hers, the the rest was a mystery.

Karolinna stayed silent, now sitting on the edge of her bed, looking anywhere but at her livid friend. She swore that several times she could see steam rising from his ears. Maybe there was. He was getting so worked up that the stress was bound to have wrung out perspiration, and when in contact with his skin — heated even hotter, what with his fury bubbling beneath the surface — their would surely be a reaction.

“Who is she?” he repeated.

Karolinna tilted her head gently.

“Lahr…”

“Is it a ‘he’? I’m not prejudice. I’m just as willing to turn him inside out too.”

The blonde was surprised by how thunderous his voice sounded. It was deep as it is when not anger-filled, but when powered by rage, it could be down right frightening. She knew he would never actually physically hurt her, then thougth back to the earlier blood-shed in the bathroom — well, not without good reason.

“Why are you immediately so volatile?”

“He’s got you risking your life to see him. Of course I’m going to be volatile!” Vilahr’s eyes moved rather obviously to Karolinna’s arm, which was healed now and smooth as marble once again.

Karolinna’s response was defensive.

“He’s not making me do anything!”

Something deep within the faelna’s gut objected, regarding who and what she was protecting, somewhere out there in those trees. This time she ignored it. Yes, Denaii was a vampire, and yes, it was engrained within his very fibres to suck blood from veins like a surgical needle harvesting marrow. But if he wanted Karolinna dead, he would have already made the attempt, and he’s had plenty of opportunities.

As much as the blonde would hate to admit it, she trusted Denaii. She trusted him enough anyway, to leave her stakes at home under her bed the last few late night trips to the pond. Her guard was still up, but at least this time she didn’t activate the electric fence.

Villahr’s bicep leaked silver fluid down the male’s fingers as without thinking he had protracted his talons into the top layer of skin. He didn’t appear to even notice as he continued to stare Karolinna down.

“He’s not making you do anything?” he repeated her words in a condescending tone that made the fare female antsy. She adjusted herself in her spot on the bed, ruffling the otherwise pristine sheets that must have been tided not long before by one of the maids.

“Inadvertently, he is, Karolinna.”

He talked to her like she was a child. Even more so these days. It made Karolinna see red. Granted, she probably deserved it. Okay, so she definitely deserved it. But nevertheless it didn’t make her any less miffed to hear the unfriendly tone, no matter how familiar.

“He doesn’t know I’m sneaking out,” she said, as if she thought that was an acceptable answer. It was certainly not received as such; Villahr’s face was turning blue, and he didn’t look at all convinced by her answer. Karolinna’s words flowed like water from a fountain after this point.

“Okay, so he knows! But he knows what I am, and he’s told me countless times that I ought not to be out. He’s not condoning this.”

Villahr circled around Karolinna’s desk chair once before stopping in front of it again as if he were about to sit. He bent his knees in preparation, but sprung back up just as the seat of his pants grazed the padding, and headed towards Karolinna again.