Even for something that wasn't so.. eventful, but a simple, easily explained story, Asta was still mystified. Ana had so much more of a story than she did. Ana was threatened, and turned, she was "drowned", widowed.. And Asta was asleep in a bed and woke up her hungry boyfriend. Out of the two stories, Ana was definitely the winner.

"Oooh," she said, her eyes wide, and her mouth becoming o-shaped once more. Asta looked like a small child, very interested and entertained, more than just a little amused by the story. "Did you ever see John again?" Well, it was plausible, she supposed. Maybe one day she had stumbled upon him, but she supposed that she hadn't. "That's much more exciting than my story, and you were a part of it either way." Ana lived an exciting life, where as Asta only lived. Living, even though dead, was something that Asta could never take for granted. Not now.

"A few times," Ana admitted. "I couldn't just leave everything I knew behind. I visited, to check on Mary and make sure she was being taken proper care of, and I guess it was inevitable that I saw John once or twice." She saw the look on Asta's face. "Oh come on, now, you know I'm old. It makes sense that I have a few stories to share. Besides, it was 1692, people were pretty much insane. There was something wrong with the rye harvest, I think, that's what did it. Abigail was hallucinating." She was referring, of course, to the infamous Abigail Williams, the girl who initially started the hysteria.

"Either way," she said, completely ignoring the fact that Ana had began to discuss Abigail Williams. "You just seem like you've been so many places, and seen so many people.. your experiences are just so much more.. fulfilling in comparison to what I have. I'm sure that yeah, maybe one day I'll get something exciting to tell of, but you, you've got that." And then she began to refer to the 'old' comment. "And if you're old, then I am ancient. You don't look a day over twenty five." And she only chose that high because there were a few young looking twenty five year olds.

"Ana," she concluded, "you're gorgeous, and exciting, and smart, and you're not a virgin who has no car." Well damn.

"What, I look that old?" Ana teased. "Or rather, that young? I must say, I look good for being three hundred and thirty-seven." She stretched a bit. "Don't worry about it for now, Asta, really. You won't be able to have very many experiences until you hit the hundred-year mark regardless. Trust me, that first sunrise... You won't forget it." She grinned. "Now, while I can't fix that first part... It's easy enough to get you a car if you want one. I can see you driving a Camero, or something similar."

"Oh God," she said, a look of mock-disgust appearing on her face. It wasn't the fact that she had suggested a Camero, no, it was more of the fact that Asta had a feeling that Ana was going to suggest that she pay for it for Asta, and Asta was not going to allow that to happen. It would be very nice, but no. Never.
"If you're sitting here thinking that you're about to purchase me a motor vehicle, then well, you are sorely mistaken." Nope! Not happening, not at all.

"Do I not get to spoil my own fledglings senseless at least once?" Ana asked innocently. She didn't consider France to be spoiling them. That registered as a necessity to her, not as spoiling. "Sweetie, you'll have the rest of your life to buy your own things. At least let me get you the car you want."

"I should be working on my own, I should be doing things myself." But she had forever to do all of those things.. Things such as get a job, a car, fall in love.. she just had so much time. "I hate to waste your money, Ana," she said softly, a small pout coming onto her face. "It's not fair for you to do everything for me, and me not do anything for you."

"Asta, sweets, I'm your sire, I'm supposed to take care of you for a while, at least until you're fully on your feet," Ana replied. "Michael would probably have kept me until I was two hundred, if he could. I made him let me go, but the idea is the same. Besides, it's just a car. You'll outlive the thing by centuries, if you're careful."

Why was Ana so good at making a point?
"I suppose that's right.. but Ana, I feel like I've been such a pain thus far. I mean, is there anything that I can do for you?" she asked. Did she really even need a car? She walked almost everywhere, and it kept her healthy, but she supposed it would be handy if she ever had to go out of town. Why would she have to leave? Well, at the very least, maybe Asta could do some chores for Ana, or run errands. She'd find some way to become useful.

"If you feel that strongly about it," Ana replied, "then let me get you the car and you can pay me back for it when you can." Ana wouldn't miss the money much, and Asta would have a car if she needed it. "I have a car here," she added. "I keep a spare change of clothes in it, and a sealed envelope of money, just in case. It's that pretty dark green pickup out in the parking lot, the one with the little bat decals on the back end."

Bat decals? Asta laughed just a little bit at the thought, but as far as Ana's plan was concerned, it sounded just about as perfect as it could possibly be. Asta would get her job, and pay Ana back, though she had a feeling that Ana would find the most new and expensive care out there.. ugh.. She would do her best though.
"Alright," she said with a small smile. "I'll agree to that one. I will pay you back, and no saying that I don't have to later on! I need to learn how to manage my money the right way!"

"Alright," Ana conceeded. "I can agree to that." Of course, she would get Asta a good car, rather than whatever cheap, junky thing that the fledgling would ask for, thinking she was being merciful on Ana's wallet. "Just don't forget that you have as long as you need, alright? It may take you a few jobs, but you have forever." She grinned. "How did we get from talking about my turning to talking about getting you a car?" She carefully ignored what they were talking about beforehand.

Asta laughed as she finally noticed that they had indeed gotten off of track. Asta always seemed to do that anyway, always having been easily distracted by more interesting subjects, or by something else that seemed to be appropriate to speak of at the time. "I have no clue," she stated with a giggle. Hopefully the time spent together was a success. She was secretly hoping that by everything they'd discussed, either she'd helped to lessen the emotional distress, or at least distract her from it. It seemed like a decent enough idea.

Ana smiled at her a bit. She knew what Asta was trying to do, and she appreciated it. The girl time was exactly what she needed. Leaning over, she gave the younger girl a hug.

"Thanks," she said. She didn't mention that David would probably be able to be tracked down, if she thought she'd be able to find him.

Asta understood why she was being hugged, and with a smile, she embraced Ana as well. It felt good to actually somewhat come through for someone, Asta had never really done that before. It was just nice to think that for once, she had helped someone, rather than someone helping her. It was always someone helping her...
"I'm glad to have helped, Ana," she said with a soft smile as she pulled away. It was about that time that she noticed exactly how long Allen had been gone... it had been more than just a little while, and small nerves began tingling in her stomach, almost as if she was scared, or worried for him. She was.

((oh good, you caught my train of thought.))

Ana had noticed how long Allen had been gone, as well, though she didn't immediately jump to worry like Asta did.

"Give him a few more minutes," Ana murmured. "He might have had to detour around trouble." Well, that's what she hoped, anyways, though she knew better. Allen wasn't one to run away from a fight once it was started. It was right about then that she heard the sounds of someone stumbling down the hall, and she caught the scent of vampiric blood. That wasn't good. "Asta, get those bags of blood ready," she instructed. " And find some bandages. I think Allen ran into some trouble."

That was about the point that Allen stumbled heavily into the room and leaned against the doorframe. He was a mess. He was covered in cuts that weren't healing like they should have been, and he had a crossbow bolt sticking out of his shoulder.

"Fucker knew what I was, somehow," he ground out. "Goddamn knife hurt like a bitch..."

(I am so sorry for being gone so long. x___x I've been so busy lately, I haven't had internet time!)

Asta was quick to obey Ana, and she could smell him just before she heard him, and that was when she felt that unruly sinking feeling once more. She could smell the blood, even though it was not a humans, and she knew exactly who it belonged to. As quickly as she could muster, she had the necessary supplies, and she was to his fallen body just as quickly, tears already forming in the corners of her eyes. She had no idea what had happened, or what had done this, though it was clear that it was no animal. It had hands, and knives, it had skill and common sense.
"Allen!" Asta cried as she pulled him closely, and carefully to her body, sensing every wound. "Who did this to you?" She wanted revenge, but seeing this amount of damage changed her mind all too quickly.

Allen hissed softly when Asta agitated the crossbow bolt in his shoulder, as well as the cuts he got from the knife. He managed to make it to the couch and collapsed onto it, groaning a bit.

"Get this thing out of my shoulder," he said. He had no idea how the person had known what he was, but he knew that he didn't want to lead them back to Asta, so he'd taken a very roundabout route to get back, making sure he lost them.

"I knew there were some hunters in the area, but I didn't think they would be so bold..." Ana murmured as she started to bandage him up. She didn't touch the little bolt in his shoulder yet. Chances are, it was tipped in silver, so it would keep him from healing quickly. If she took it out and just left it, he would keep bleeding.

"Hunters?" Asta asked. She'd always read stories as a child, the ones that told of vampires and vampire hunters. Up until she met Allen, everything was myth to her and vampires did not exist. Now everything was possible, and a hunter was certainly no myth either.
Asta followed Allen to the couch, where Ana also stood. She looked down at him with her mind perplexed as to what exactly to do. She had no experience in this department, no real knowledge. Everything she'd thought to be true was a lie, so who was to say everything she'd heard about weakness was true?

Dropping to her knees, Asta knelt next to Allen, looking utterly defeated. Asta, with the saddest of expressions on her face, took Allen's hand. That was one thing that she could do, the sweetest gesture she could make.

Once Ana managed to bandage the worst of the cuts, she stacked a few cotton pads together to make a thick bandage.

"Hold him still, Asta," she instructed. "Allen, stay as still as you can. This is going to hurt like a bitch." Gently, she wrapped her fingers around the little crossbow bolt, getting ready to pull it out. Allen hissed when she touched it. Without warning, Ana jerked the bolt out and covered the wound with the bandage, putting pressure on it. As soon as the bolt moved, Allen jerked and tried to move out of reach.

But Asta was an obedient one, she was. As Ana had instructed, Asta pressed her hands down on either of his arms and pushed. One thing that came from her new life was strength.
As Allen's body jolted, Asta pressed down harder, keeping him where he was. The pain in his eyes and face were evident and she saddened from this fact. He was (like everyone else had been) the stronger of the two, the one who was more prepared for danger and pain. Asta was weak. She only showed it differently.

"It'll be okay," she said softly, a look of fear on her face. Despite the pain, Allen was still able to look rather savage, though Asta knew he'd never harm her.

Allen calmed down again once the crossbow bolt was out and the wound was bandaged. It had indeed hurt like a bitch, and still did. Oddly, he was starting to feel a bit hungry now that his wounds were dressed.

Ana seemed to sense this, because she went over and grabbed one of the spare bags of blood.

"Here," she said, handing it to him. "Break open a corner. You look like you need it."

Allen did so immediately, and felt a bit better once the blood was in his system. He settled back onto the couch, tired. He was more than ready to settle in for the day already.

"He's probably going to sleep soon," Ana said softly to Asta. "It's going to take a lot of energy for him to heal silver wounds, so he's going to need sleep and blood for a couple of days. I'll go out in a little bit and stock up so we have enough bags around here."

When Allen had visibly calmed down it was like a giant sigh of relief, especially (and mostly) to Asta. Of course he would be tired, of course!
With a worried expression still, she watched and listened intently to Ana, taking note that he would probably have more blood than usual. That was fine with her, and she'd bring as much as he needed her to. But Ana would help, Ana always did. She was truly a lifesaver.

"Thank you, Ana," she said softly before worming her way onto the sofa with Allen. For some reason she looked like a puppy who'd been hit too much, worried about its owner's next move, worried it would anger the owner. And Asta, with this same expression on her face, drew her knees to her chest and then hid her face. She wanted to embrace Allen and be sweet, but she also didn't want to hurt him. Aside from that, she was overcome with worry, and the realization of what exactly had done this to Allen. That she could be next. It only took a second to reveal a face that was on the verge of tears.

Ana saw that Asta was close to breaking down. The girl had been so worried and so stressed out in such a short period of time, it was understandable.

"Come on, sweetling," she said softly, helping her up. "Help me get him into the bedroom. He'll be more comfortable there." She knew Asta would probably protest, and added, "He won't be able to feel us moving him, he's out for the day. He won't wake again until sunset, at the earliest."

Asta sniffed a bit, violently wiping at her eyes to erase all evidence of her tears. There was no point in crying right now, at least not in front of Ana. She had to be calm, and strong for just a bit longer, and then she could worry.

To respond to Ana's suggestion, Asta nodded her head, sniffed once more, and then grabbed a hold of Allen's feet. The two women pulled him gently from the couch, soon enough trafficking his limp body into the bedroom. Asta dropped his feet onto her sheets carefully as she could before practically running from the room and into her bathroom. The sound of a faucet running could be heard with Asta moving around just about. Literally seconds later she emerged with a wet rag. "I'm going to clean him up just a bit," she said softly in Ana's direction, not like she was looking at Ana; her eyes were on Allen.