Ren settled on the couch, his head tilted back as he closed his eyes, as if to push back rush of blood to his head, the already forming headache. By mention of tonight, he liftened his head, watching Sparks with attentiveness before he left. He stood, running a hand through his hair, trying to think but found no salvation to his headache. Camille flocked to him, hugging him and whispered sweet words in his head. He had every urging to snap her neck right then, to sip that sweet blood that was his love's. However, the words of Sparks plagued him and he pushed her away. It wasn't that he didn't want to drink her because he feared he would change her into a vampire, no, he could control that. The fear was that he might not stop. He didn't want to risk killing her, despite the pleasure, and refrained from doing so. Even if he could stop drinking her blood, he didn't want to think of her as a blood bag either. He didn't want to think of her as food.
And what Sparks had said...That they only bite for the sake of eating. Oh how it tortured him. Not only did it point out that he couldn't and wouldn't bite Camille but degraded Ren's own heritage as a vampire, one who was far from the ancestral line. It made him feel down right useless. But the anger was still there, just submissed. Humans, though thought of as cattle, had every fair right to live on this earth as they do. Why should they be the one submitting to the slavery that is vampiric nature? Humans have been degraded and downgraded for centuries by vampires, and yet they had every right to live and thrive as they did.
Ren passed Camille, who stood admist the mess, and climbed back upstairs to get his things. He pulled on his jacket and headed downstairs to put on his shoes. Sparks ran a boarding house across town and he expected a blood meal. Ren could care two flying cats to do so if it weren't for the rather destructive nature of Sparks and his bestial form. Owe his dinners...Ren would fetch him two gallons, so as to humble him, and decided to do so right then. He looked to Camille, who looked displaced and clueless. He sighed and went to her and her teary-eyed self, kissing her on the forehead. "Let me handle it for now," he spoke softly, as if to coo her to calm, "The door may be broken, I'll get it fixed right away and pay for it all, okay? If you want to sleep, go ahead," he gave her another forehead kiss, hugging her, "If Aidenn," he mentioned the book store owner, who was in his apartment in town and had yet to see the mess upstairs, "mentions anything about the apartment, tell him not to worry, I'll handle it." He let go of their embrace and gave a sympathetic smile to her who given a pout. He went for the door, climbing over the rubble before jetting off for the supplies.
Camille gave a breath of dismay, wiping her eyes. Sparks scared her and fascinated her at the same time. Deep in her heart she had hoped he and Ren could get along but Ren looked like he'd hold a grudge to him. She looked around the apartment, her golden eyes saddened little. The loft was a mess. Her mother...She hoped she wouldn't come home to see it. She decided in grabbing a sheet and fixing it over the door, uncomfortable in just leaving it there before going upstairs. She was tired and crawled into bed, the loneliness setting in. She hugged her pillows and fell into a troubled sleep.
[ I'll wait until morning now.
I have a whole bunch of s**t to do this week, Saturday I have a wedding to go to, and Sunday I have work, so I can wait. Move on without me, I'm more than prepared to catch up. ]
And what Sparks had said...That they only bite for the sake of eating. Oh how it tortured him. Not only did it point out that he couldn't and wouldn't bite Camille but degraded Ren's own heritage as a vampire, one who was far from the ancestral line. It made him feel down right useless. But the anger was still there, just submissed. Humans, though thought of as cattle, had every fair right to live on this earth as they do. Why should they be the one submitting to the slavery that is vampiric nature? Humans have been degraded and downgraded for centuries by vampires, and yet they had every right to live and thrive as they did.
Ren passed Camille, who stood admist the mess, and climbed back upstairs to get his things. He pulled on his jacket and headed downstairs to put on his shoes. Sparks ran a boarding house across town and he expected a blood meal. Ren could care two flying cats to do so if it weren't for the rather destructive nature of Sparks and his bestial form. Owe his dinners...Ren would fetch him two gallons, so as to humble him, and decided to do so right then. He looked to Camille, who looked displaced and clueless. He sighed and went to her and her teary-eyed self, kissing her on the forehead. "Let me handle it for now," he spoke softly, as if to coo her to calm, "The door may be broken, I'll get it fixed right away and pay for it all, okay? If you want to sleep, go ahead," he gave her another forehead kiss, hugging her, "If Aidenn," he mentioned the book store owner, who was in his apartment in town and had yet to see the mess upstairs, "mentions anything about the apartment, tell him not to worry, I'll handle it." He let go of their embrace and gave a sympathetic smile to her who given a pout. He went for the door, climbing over the rubble before jetting off for the supplies.
Camille gave a breath of dismay, wiping her eyes. Sparks scared her and fascinated her at the same time. Deep in her heart she had hoped he and Ren could get along but Ren looked like he'd hold a grudge to him. She looked around the apartment, her golden eyes saddened little. The loft was a mess. Her mother...She hoped she wouldn't come home to see it. She decided in grabbing a sheet and fixing it over the door, uncomfortable in just leaving it there before going upstairs. She was tired and crawled into bed, the loneliness setting in. She hugged her pillows and fell into a troubled sleep.
[ I'll wait until morning now.
I have a whole bunch of s**t to do this week, Saturday I have a wedding to go to, and Sunday I have work, so I can wait. Move on without me, I'm more than prepared to catch up. ]
