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"You ouldn't happen to have an bags og blood around would you/" he asked feeling a bit embarrassed at having a craving for blood. "I've quit on hunting humansfor blood I get it from animals and if it's donated in bags from where I'm living at the time."
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"Surprisingly... I do have blood laying around... I'll use some in my potions sometimes as an aid to help figure what went wrong. Doctor's have different methods, but I find this one works." She started searching in cupboards till she found some she started using. "It's not in a bag, but it still works." In her hands was a jar as big as her head. She had many jars around that size deep in her cellar for when needed.
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"Just a cup should do then, thank you." he says grateful. "I don't really like animal blood, so I try as hard as I can to ration my human blood supplies as much as possible."
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"Good to know." She poured a cup of the blood out from the jar into a cup and placed it on the table. Then she took care of the boiling water as she placed her undone dishes into it instead after grabbing a cup of it ahead of time. She made her self a cup of black tea and set it next to the blood before sitting down. "I'm hoping it'll be okay. Been in there for a while... It's from the medical clinic's dead patient."
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"I'm sure it's fine, it's better than hunting it myself, or drinking animal blood." he says wrinkling his noise at the thought of animal blood. "I don't really like it, but if it stops me from hurting humans, right?" he asks her grinning at his way of not hurting as little beings as possible.
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"True I guess. Guess you don't like hunting them. Is there a reason for that? Fear? Regret?" She wasn't sure and had other ideas why, too. "There's a limited supply of human blood out there. Though There's always a way..." She paused sipping her tea. "You... You may thinking this as odd and maybe inhuman, but... I get my blood from a deceased body... The towns' people first bury them then I come along during the early of night and dig them up. Then quickly drain them before morning comes then rebury them..." This was hard for her to say. She knew it was inhuman, but there was no other way to obtain human blood that didn't require asking.
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"It's because I don't like it, all of it, not being in control of my actions, that are based on the simplest instinct, to hunt and feed, even then I can feel exactly wht they feel throughout the whole time, and then I feel bad for taking a loved one from someone, especially when they are complete strangers to me, it's regret, some fear, and the need to not be feared, but liked."he answers remembering the first time he hunted a human, it scared him, the whole time he was trying to gain control of himself but he couldn't, he shivers at the thought. "I find it more human then killing the living for it, and people won't notice." he assures her.
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"I read about that kind of thing in books. Always wondering what was true about it and what wasn't. I always thought that maybe it was true for some vampires... The books said all vampires killed because they liked the suffering. Made them happy, but I guess that's not the case..." She paused sipping her tea again as she looked at the jar of blood with guilt and sadness in her eyes. "Sometimes I feel guilty about taking other peoples' blood, but I know they won't miss it... I'm more afraid of being caught stealing it... Even from the family of a friend..."
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He goes to sit with her, not liking being the only one tanding, he sips his blood and looks into the cup thoughtfully. "It is true for some vampires, they're, I don't even know how to describe them other than they give vampires like me a bad name, and reputation."
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"Seems like one of those fitting in things teens have to deal with. Or something. Though, sometimes it's good to be different and not care what others say or think. Unless there's a threat attached but even then..." She sipped again. "I don't care what people think of me. I have the same feelings they do. I'm pretty much like them except for one difference. Magic. Something they fear, but shouldn't." She smiled.
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Being with Tejina made him more and more human by the second. He took a couple more sips of blood, then gluped a bit, he didn't realize how thrist he was. "Yeah, your rightit is good to not care what others think about you, just as long as people like you for who you really are, the others don't matter."
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"Exactly. The others really don't matter. But even if they are mean to anyone whose different doesn't meant they're all bad. Somewhere deep inside they may have some good within them..." It was back to memories for her and the blood she stole from one person, a friend, who'd died during the night. This friend wasn't alone...
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"Yeah, I've heard a lot of names, monster, blood sucker, demon, they never really got to me, I ignored them and feed on some leaders of groups who wished my death, which now that I look back I'm not too happy about, but it was satisfing at the time, feeling there terror be their demise, they're suffering surge through me, it was horrifyingly satisfiying. That's why I never want to drink from a live human again, too much pain involved." he says, not remembering the faces of the leaders, not wanting to.
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"The worst nickname I can think of is outcast wench... The others escaped me over time if there had been." She sipped again finishing off her tea. "When my ancestors lived here, it wasn't really what was said however... It was more about what the people in the town did to them. A lot of threats that became real... Mostly involving death... And in the most horrible way possible. Burning at the stake, fire thrown at houses, chopped off heads." She shivered at the story from her memories. "Sometimes after death there was a dismantling of bodies. It was related to haunting after death I guess. But still..." This was the first time she ever told this to anyone besides any close human friends she had. She fought the urge to cry.
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He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know what you mean, I've seen too much death myself, friends and people i didn't even know, they died for caring for me." he says frustratedly. " don't people get it?" he asks more calmly.
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"That sounds a lot worse... Seeing it happen. I've been told about it by books and my parents... That was... Before the town got them... That's the only one I've seen besides friends I met as a child who didn't understand the situation at the time." She still fought tears, but one slid down at the next thing she said. The town... They made me watch the execution... It was horrible... They would have killed me, too, but I somehow escaped into the woods where they'd never find me again... So for seven years, I've been living here... Maybe they don't understand..." She was looking down at her lap now as tears fell on it.
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He hugs her gently. "Yeah, not a pretty site, nd stays with you for the rest of your life, but it's what you do to honor the people you lose that's important." he says trying to comfort her. "I know how you feel believe me, but I've taken pain in silence so long now, I can't cry."
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"Been trying. Was told never to cry by my father with whatever happens. As if he knew something like that would happen someday... Even though they'd told me it was long gone. The tradition... Maybe they thought I was too young to know the truth with me being nearly nine and full of hope and energy..." She was frustrated at that as her hands were now clenched into fists on her lap within the skirt of her dress.
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He wanted to pull her into a hug and tell her that it was okay to cry, it didn't mean much, just meant that you were upset and needed someone to talk to. "Maybe, I don't know much about that so I wouldn't know what to say, but I do know that if I could cry, I would, there's so much that I have built up inside me, and no one who cares much to help me, I deal with it as i need to, I've survived this long."
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"I've been training myself not to cry for years... Witches are supposed to be strong... According to my late grandfather anyway... They don't cry. But sometimes I can't help it... It's worse sometimes... Like now..." She paused wiping her teary eyes with her dress. "A hostess shouldn't be crying in front of her guest. She needs to stay proper even if the feeling's there..." She believed that... Usually when she's happy, others are as well. She remembered that from long ago when she still had friends.
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"I don't mind it, I've never been completely proper myself, well according to society now, I'm used to the society from centuries ago, and even acording to that some people could argue my properness." he says smiling gently.
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Tejina wasn't so sure about that. Her family's been maintaining the same proper ways over centuries. She'd been trying to keep up with that when a thought hit her. Improper behaviour earlier. "Guess I'm not all that proper either. The females in my family would have never been caught climbing trees when they were my age whether they wanted to or not. Whereas me... I like climbing trees and can get away with it." That brought a smile back to her face as she seemed proud of what she could do.
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"You see, it can be fun being improper." he says chuckling. "I've always loved being as close to the sky as possible, it's nice, and the views I've seen that way, are just breath taking."
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"I like watching the stars, and sunset from my rooftop." It wasn't very high. Just shy of seven feet. "I'm never up early enough to see the sunrise unless I need to pull an all-nighter the night before for some reason. I'm also working on climbing one of the tallest trees out there, but I'm a bit afraid of heights. I'm thinking that may help concur it." The tree was around maybe twelve feet. It wasn't the tree she'd climbed earlier. "Once that's done, I'll be able to do a lot more."
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"If you want I can go with you, I've climbed trees a lot, and I've gone to the top of many." he says. "And maybe knowing that someone is with you will make you less afraid."
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