Natalie can’t help but kick herself for missing her opportunity. Sure, she didn’t exactly want to be a Ventrue, but it wasn’t like there were any other options besides staying just a simple, mundane little human. It would've been simple enough to get Bertie to turn her too, even if he couldn't drink from her. He was enough of a bleeding heart that she's sure she could have walked him through the process if she came to him weak enough, but now that he's turned Ienzo the man seems determined to lock himself away for the rest of his days.
She huffs. She'd had it all planned out, too.
There's always Ienzo, at least, but he isn't quite as wild as Bertie. It's glaringly clear just from seeing him walking around at night that he's better about feeding himself, though whether that's his own self control or just being able to learn from bad experiences is up for grabs. She hopes it's the latter. It would make what she's about to do that much easier.
He’s not an easy man to find, especially when he doesn’t want to be, but Natalie manages eventually just by wandering. It’s a small place with not a whole lot of places to go, after all. Just a few minutes following the flow of the river (she’s sure that hadn’t always been there) and she finds him, sitting on the bank with the unnatural sort of stillness that only the undead can manage in this sort of weather and looking sullen. Bracing herself against the cold, she sits down next to him.
“So,” she says with a bright sort of sharpness, watching with some small amount of glee as he breathes in deeply and eyes her neck before forcing himself to make eye contact. What luck! She must fit his restrictions and have caught him between meals. This may actually be easier than trying to get Bertie to turn her. “How is vampirism treating you?”
Ienzo scowls and glares with an intensity that makes her glad that Nightmare isn’t the Ventrue discipline. “Poorly,” he says, sounding very tired. “I’m starting to understand why Bertie was so upset about it.”
Natalie frowns again. This really hadn’t been her intention. Bertie becoming a vampire hadn’t been her intention, much less him managing to somehow accidentally embrace anyone else. “I’m sorry,” she says, and she really does mean it.
“It isn’t your fault,” he says, starting to wave it off dismissively before pausing mid-gesture for thought. “Well, it is, but in ways that you likely could not have predicted. There isn’t anything you can do about it.”
“Oh? But maybe there is.” Pulling the scarf from around her neck, she leans in, watching the clouds formed by her breath in the cold night air swirl around him.
FILL (part 1/2 (possibly 3 but probably not))
She huffs. She'd had it all planned out, too.
There's always Ienzo, at least, but he isn't quite as wild as Bertie. It's glaringly clear just from seeing him walking around at night that he's better about feeding himself, though whether that's his own self control or just being able to learn from bad experiences is up for grabs. She hopes it's the latter. It would make what she's about to do that much easier.
He’s not an easy man to find, especially when he doesn’t want to be, but Natalie manages eventually just by wandering. It’s a small place with not a whole lot of places to go, after all. Just a few minutes following the flow of the river (she’s sure that hadn’t always been there) and she finds him, sitting on the bank with the unnatural sort of stillness that only the undead can manage in this sort of weather and looking sullen. Bracing herself against the cold, she sits down next to him.
“So,” she says with a bright sort of sharpness, watching with some small amount of glee as he breathes in deeply and eyes her neck before forcing himself to make eye contact. What luck! She must fit his restrictions and have caught him between meals. This may actually be easier than trying to get Bertie to turn her. “How is vampirism treating you?”
Ienzo scowls and glares with an intensity that makes her glad that Nightmare isn’t the Ventrue discipline. “Poorly,” he says, sounding very tired. “I’m starting to understand why Bertie was so upset about it.”
Natalie frowns again. This really hadn’t been her intention. Bertie becoming a vampire hadn’t been her intention, much less him managing to somehow accidentally embrace anyone else. “I’m sorry,” she says, and she really does mean it.
“It isn’t your fault,” he says, starting to wave it off dismissively before pausing mid-gesture for thought. “Well, it is, but in ways that you likely could not have predicted. There isn’t anything you can do about it.”
“Oh? But maybe there is.” Pulling the scarf from around her neck, she leans in, watching the clouds formed by her breath in the cold night air swirl around him.