07-01-2014, 09:34 PM
Rose listened intently as the human explained the whole ordeal, and nodded understandingly as she talked. Just great. There had been a conflict, and the result was Red lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood while Bell tried to heal him. Sometimes the supernatural beings could get a bit out of hand. They weren't exactly experienced with human contact, and many were a bit fiesty, annoyed...angry, even, when talking to humans because they didn't understand humans very well. From her experience, though, Bell had an extensive knowledge how humans and usually liked to toy with them. He only got worked up when something happened to Red. After all, those two shared a pretty deep bond.
The vampire shuffled into the kitchen and opened up one of the overhead cupboards, and grabbed a plain white mug. Besides the cups in the cupboard and the large stock of human drinks in the refrigerator, the rest of the pantry was embarrassingly empty. Half of the residents of Castel Nosferatu had no need for human food, and the other half survived on fresh meat and blood. They even hadn't bothered to stock the kitchen with human food to create a facade just in case someone accidentally stumbled in, which was probably a mistake on Rose's part since she was essentially in charge of all the supplies for the supernaturals. Very few of them could pass off as human, and Rose was sent out every one or two months to get the essentials, like toothpaste, shampoo, and toilet paper.
Rose shut the cupboard quickly, hoping that the human didn't notice how empty everything was. It would be way too obvious what they were...if she hadn't figured it out already. "Oh yeah," She suddenly remembered the guy out in the hallway, barely alive. She looked at Bell. "There's some guy in the hallway that's about to die. The insane one that lingers around here a lot." Rose brewed herself some coffee, and turned around to be hit in the face with a disgusting odor.
She covered her nose and made a face. What was that smell? Walking over from her spot in the doorway to the source of the smell, Rose found the mangled carcass of a deer laying limply on the linoleum. Knowing that the werewolf would probably finish it later, she stepped over it and walked towards Red. Bell was still busy tending to his companion's wound, and the werewolf looked like he was in pain. "Are you ok?" She asked, a concerned look on her face. Rose knew that Red was a good person inside, but sometimes his instincts got out of control.
Hearing the human blame Bell for initiating the situation, Rose sighed. "I assure you, we're usually a friendly bunch." Oh wait, that's right. She was a human. Rose wondered how she had gotten to the castle in the first place. Did she stumble across it looking for help, or was she actively seeking supernatural creatures? The vampire decided not to ask, just in case the human was a hunter of some sort. A bullet or two in the chest was not high on the list of Rose's priorities.
After all, she didn't want to be rude. Vampires tended to play around with humans either before they killed them or let them go, so that was probably what Bell had done. With her arms crossed, Rose glanced at Bell and gave him an exasperated look. She was used to blood, but the sight of him licking the vargulf's bullet wounds was pretty sickening, even for her. "You didn't to play with her, did you?"
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