[IC] Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

[Crawkid]

She found herself looking from Connor to Marl, a look of horror overcoming her face as he spoke about her killing people and him killing her. her eyes and attention, though still have a hint of fear, looked over at Connor as he smacked the older gentleman (*cough*)and it dissipated a bit as she watched him.

The image was a bit clearer now to her. The young one loved her, but the old one hated her. She wondered if she did anything to him as she looked down at the cup of blood and swallowed again. She wasn't sure how to go about drinking blood for the first time..or,apparently, the first time she remembered. Eventually, she dipped her finger into it and touched it on the lip of the cup. One more moment's hesitation, and she licked the spot.

that one lick lead to another and then a sip, and several more, before she found herself drinking it down like water. Even after the most of it was gone, and she was caught in the vampiric feeding mindset, she licked her finger which she had dipped, and then returned to the cup, slowly licking the inside rim and savoring it.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor had seen Elizabeth drink blood plenty of times by now, so he wasn't as fazed as Marl was. Marl went muttering on about not natural. but he didn't do anything else about it, returning to the computer.

Connor sighed, and went to sit down, stifling a yawn. He wished he knew what he could say to Elizabeth to make this all better, to fix it all, but he couldn't. So he fell silent, looking down to the floor/ If Marl wasn't here, he might have done something.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, mussing it up more then normal, then looked at his hands. He was troubled, worried, and wanting to find out how to help her. He just felt like he was useless.

Eventually Marl left, and Connor was grateful for that. But that left him even more unsure what to do. He looked up at Elizabeth, hesitating, but he didn't speak.

[Crawkid]

She only snapped out of it and stopped licking the cup to death when she head the door close. She looked over at the door suddenly before noticing that the older one had left. Then she looked over at Conner, who was looking back at her...before looking down at the cup. For someone who said they didn't want to enjoy it, the cup was looking pretty clean. Almost with a sense of embarassment, she set it down and slowly walked over to him. She might have looked like she was trying to remember something at the very back of her mind, "....connor...?" she asked tentively, unsure if that was his name.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor looked up when she said his name, trying to remember if his name had been spoken. He didn't think so, and he watched her, looking up, watching her walk to him. "yes?" he asked softly, unwillingly letting hope drip into his voice. Was she remembering? Or had Marl called him by name?

He swallowed, and rose, hesitating, and taking her hands in his, looking into her eyes and refusing to look away. It was probably right then that Connor decided it didn't matter to him if she remembered or not, because no matter what, he could virtually drown in her eyes.

And that was probably the cheesiest thing he had ever thought, but he decided he didn't care. He smiled almost shyly at her, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes slightly, and the vague thought of cutting his hair slightly flowed through his mind, only to flow right back out as he waited for her to continue speaking, waited for any other sign that she remembered what was going on.

[Crawkid]

She nodded, almost to herself, "Okay...so that is your name..."

She watched him stand up and take her hands, soon becoming sucked into his eyes, and finding it hard to maintain her previous train of thought. "I wanted...to um...ask him...a..a..question" She said quietly, still being caught in his eyes. She stepped closer to him, finding that she desperately anted to just kiss him...but then his hair fell into his eyes and she blinked before smiling a little more familiarly and with love as she reached up with a sigh and brushed his hair away, "I'm glad you didn't end up cutting that.."

[MarshiestMallow]

It was that simple gesture that very nearly made Connor jump for joy, and he was pretty sure she would be able to see that, but Connor didn't want to get his hopes up. Yet he couldn't help that. Connor smiled, most likely goofily. "Dying it was the easier option" he agreed, "I do miss the dark brown though" he shrugged.

He replied the last few moments, "ask Him a question? Marl? Well, I'm sure he won't leave town without saying goodbye, you can ask him then. Or tell me the question, just in case you are asleep" he said, focusing on that, rather than how much he wanted to sit down with her, kiss her again...

He took a deep breath, and just enjoyed the fact that even though she didn't seem to remember everything, her gaze was familiar, and he couldn't help but smile again. "Speaking of sleep, we should sleep, considering it's mornings and neither of us have slept yet"he said, with a chuckle

[Crawkid]

She blinked, once again confused. How can they change hair color? Was it really easier than cutting it? Why did she feel like it was important that he changed how he looked? Absentmindedly, one of her hands went up to touch her hair, and she found that it felt curly. She had changed her hair from its natural state too...but why?

She decided to shrug it off...Connor seemed happy. But then, she felt like he loved her...so it must have hurt him badly when she didn't recognize him. She blinked as he offered to relay the question and she smiled, shaking her head slowly. "No...it is the kind of question one asks in person." she told him, and left it at that. Her eyes traveled to the bed, feeling her tiredness take a grasp of her now that it was mentioned.

"May I rest with you? or would that be unwise?" she asked him, looking into his face again, feeling a bit more familiar with it.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor watched her lift her hand to her hair, touching it, and Connor smiled, "I like your hair curly" it was true, he just hadn't really noticed the curl ones before, what with Marl virtually banging the door down. He felt like he just shouldn't get hopeful, that it could all be a mild breakthrough into whatever had happened, yet he couldn't help it. Whatever gonna did, he did it wholeheartedly. Like with training Bessie. That had been a long few months, and a constant sore butt from falling off when she shied and reared up, but it had been worth it.

Just like this was.

He shrugged off the question thing and nodde "alright, I'll send him a message later then to tell him you have a question" he said without thinking about the ImplecTions of more technology she didn't remember, but then she asked if she could rest with him.

He smiled, "we can rest together" he said "the beds are big enough for two" he said, "you can change in the bathroom if you want to, and there's the shower if you want to wash. It has a hot and cold tap, with "h" for hot and "c" for cold, you turn them on" he explained, unsure if showers had been around 300 years ago.

[Crawkid]

She looked at him, seeming mildly confused and then at the open bathroom. "Washing is acceptable?" she asked, but then looked kind of curious,"Did I wash recently? 'Tis not good to wash too often..at least...that what how it was. Have you vanquished the diseases from the water?"

She looked down at her hands, the unbandaged and cleaned one was somewhat dirty from being on the ground. She idly wiped that on a bit of her clothes.

If there were such things as cars and acceptable, disease free bathing in this future, she decided that she would learn more about this wonderful time. Besides, there might be some wonderful memories to be discovered over 300 years...and...about this caring young man whom loved her...and who made her feel good to be around.

(I feel bad for Connor for having to find this out about Elizabeth XP)

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor blinked, clearly thrown off on this. "Uh, yeah. We have fresh, clean water. It goes through a lot if filtering and some other scientific stuff. I'll get you a history book or something" he said, the. Stopped, wondering if women read or wrote back 300 years ago. He was sadly out of touch with that era, but perhaps he could surf the net and find out.

"The water is perfectly safe, and now we wash to prevent disease. And to be accepted in society" he said, "I'll show you how to work the shower later, for now, let's sleep. But first" he took the pink jacket off for her, not wanting her to stab herself in her sleep with a stake.

He took the weapons out, throwing them into his duffel bag, and hung her jacket over the chair nearby. He then pulled the covers up, "I think you'll find the bed nice and comfy" he said giving we a kind smile, waiting for her to get in.

[Crawkid]

Elizabeth decided that she would not wash that night, but perhaps later. This was later reinforced by Connor offering to show her. he also seemed willing to let her read and educate herself on what she's missed (rather, didn't remember) and this excited her.

She gladly slipped out of her jacket for im, watching with awe as he pulled weapons out of it. She must have gotten an interesting set of skills, she thought. Maybe it was needed for her to protect herself. But..yea...she wasn't human. and there were people out there that would kill her. It made sense now that she thought about it.She would have to be able to take care of herself. Obviously she had gotten good at it, to live as long as she had.

She almost squeaked in all her shyness when he made it obvious that they were actually going to use the same bed. She nodded, but quickly excused herself to the bathroom, changing into what appeared to be comfortable sleepwear. And she let her now curly hair out of its ponytail. Playing with it slightly, she came out and looked at him a bit before walking over and slipping under the covers with him. She was quite pleased, and vocalized it even, at how nice the bed was. It even prompted her to ease herself down a little to cuddle a bit with him.

"mmm~ what year is it?" she asked quietly, listening to his heartbeat.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor felt safer sleeping in his jeans and shirt then he did anything else while on the road, liking to be ready for anything, but since he had used his shirt to make a bandage for Elizabeth, he went to his duffel bag while she was in the bathroom, shrugging out of his jacket and into another shirt, taking his boots off. The work Connor did, and the fact he liked to keep himself fit gave him a toned body, which helped fight off monsters and other things that go bump in the night, while also putting an emphasis on cardiac and respiratory aspects as well. It had saved his life a few times. The shirts he wore were however typically baggy and loose, giving him freedom of movement.

He packed up while Elizabeth was in the bathroom, organising his weapons again, he made sure he had all he needed, and quickly washed the coffee mug out in the bathroom sink when Elizabeth was out, and set it to dry. Then he brushed his teeth, made sure the door was locked and all the curtains shut tight, before crawling into the bed.

Once more at the closeness of her, Connor's heart started to best rapidly, although whether that was instinct or something else, Connor might never know, however soon his heart had slowed to a calm, steady beat. When she asked what year it was, he replied sleepily "2014" and recited the date as well. Although he wasn't too sure if they'd even had 12 months in a year 300 years ago. Perhaps he should take a quick history lesson, but he had never thought to lay with a vampire who had no memory of the last 300 years.

[Crawkid]

She contemplated the date for a moment...or more like..she contempated his physique, only briefly taking note of the date. "More than 300 then.."she said quietly, shyly touching her toned chest and abdomen areas. "...1695..."

A little more touching before settling down more. When she was on the verge of falling completely to sleep, something came up that she had to tell him then or risk forgetting.
"Connor...Marl says the werewolf girl is fine.." she sighed sleepily and happily. She wasn't sure why, but knowing that the said person was alright made her feel like there was less to be guilty about. Right after that though, she was gone into sleep, and she started breathing as was normal for her during sleep.

When connor awakes, he may find her clinging onto him, with her mouth on his shoulder. She hadn't bit him...but she probably had been sucking on him like a human pacifier.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor was on the verge of sleeping when she said that the werewolf girl was okay, and he contemplated that for a minute. That meant that she hadn't killed anyway, and that Marl hadn't killed her. Marl could have done that, on the basis that the girl might one day kill someone, but he hadn't. And Connor would be eternally grateful for that.

The fact that Elizabeth mention that...well, it could be a breakthrough or it could just be a vague memory rising up. Either way, he was happy she had told him that, and he slowly drifted of the sleep, grateful. He dreamt, and it wasn't a nice dream.

He woke with a scream on his lips, and a cold sweet on his forehead. His uninjured hand went to his neck, to the bite, and he closed his eyes. Then he realized that Elizabeth was sucking his shoulder and he looked to her quizzically. He was pretty sure she hadn't bit him...she was his sucking on his shoulder. He blinked, amused. He knew it was probably early afternoon, and not wanting to wake Elizabeth, he carefully moved away. He grabbed clothes to change into, and headed to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He was pale and almost sickly looking and he swallowed.

He turned to the shower, showering for a long time, the water on as hot as he could stand, hoping the heat would give him some colour as he thought about the dream. Connor's abilities in the supernatural were virtually just sensing when something was around, but sometimes he did have dreams.

And this one had been incredibly strong and vivid. The only reason he could think of for that made him shudder, and he decided not to contemplate that. When he had finished showering he dried and dressed, heading to his laptop, glancing over at Elizabeth, and began to search the his trot of the last 319 years.

[Crawkid]

Elizabeth hadn't wanted to let her comfortable giant hug-and-suck toy go...but seeing as she was asleep, she was pretty easy to get away from. Once he left the bed, she rolled into his spot, where it was warm-and,coupling that with the comfy bed and blankets, she appeared to be quite content when he next looked to her. Her dreams, while being fairly heavy on the vampire theme, weren't entirely unpleasant-unlike his had been. Probably because he was involved.

Sometime later, she arose out of the bed and -appearing half alseep, went about her business as if she never regressed. She went to the fridge, picked up a blood packet, heated it up in her cup and stirred it gently before grabbing the notebook with his internet/computer notes in it and silently reading it, sipping her blood.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor smiled as she slept, appearing comfortable. He looked back to the computer, a cup of coffee next to him, and he had reluctantly put his glasses on, looking through random pages and making notes, right up until Elizabeth woke, and went about her morning ritually as he saw it.

He leaned back against the chair, watching her heat up the blood and go about as if nothing had happened. He continued to watch her, bemused. "So, 1695?" He asked, as if birthing had happened, his voice was soft and quite and he tried to keep it even, although he was still troubled by his dreams.

"It's nice to see you know the microwave. I was fearful I'd have to spend a well teaching you everything again" he said, closing his laptop, and takin his glasses off, rubbing his eyes, which were lined with shadows

[Crawkid]

She nodded, sipping her blood again. "Yes..that is the year that I remember." she also kept her voice quiet. But she smiled slightly, nodding as he mentioned her knowing about the thing he called a microwave. "Yes...I have no idea what it is or how it works...but i know to put blood in it and push certain areas to make it warm. I also feel like i should be reading this strange book, though I have no idea what the written words mean. Just like i feel...as if we should be going somewhere soon.." She was still using her accent, not remembering all the teaching she went through to get rid of it.

She looked at him, appearing concerned. "You look unwell."

[MarshiestMallow]

"It's my notebook. My...journal of sorts" Connor said, nodding as she explained why she was using the microwave. He supposed some things might come back slowly over time. It still saddened him that a week of their lives, what had happened was just gone for her. "It's got all my notes on certain supernatural beings and, you asked me how to use a laptop so I wrote some notes for you" he said, rising and going over to her.

He shrugged off her concern over his appearance "just a bad dream, that's all" he said trying to sound reassuring. He nodded "we are heading to Salem. It's the last place I can think of for the medallion, to make you human again" he said , "we will be there in a few days" he said, "and leaving when it's dark enough."

He looked outside by the peep hole, seeing the lights on in Marls room, but turned away, returning to sit back down.

[Crawkid]

She would have asked what a laptop was but she found that what they were doing, where they were going, and Connor's haggered appearance meant more to her than whatever it was.

She plain out hugged him when he finally came to sit with her and seemed to be staying that way, "I am sorry...I feel like it will get dangerous now...and I should have my memory so that I can help...but..." she trailed off looking down, but still hugging onto him. She listened to his heartbeat, not hungry enough to e overtaken by her thirst because of it. She found herself surprised that she wasn't more hungry, actually, but didn't voice it.

[MarshiestMallow]

Connor blinked and returned her hug, keeping his arms around her when she didn't pull away. It was oddly comforting, and he let himself relax against her, absently stroking her hair, careful not to pull on it with it now being curly. If he could, he would simply stay there with her like that forever. But he knew they couldn't. He pulled away slightly at her comment on danger.

He have her a slight smile "it will only be as dangerous as it always has" he said "we can stay the night here, and I can instruct you in the various weapons I have. That way you can know how to fight, until you remember" he offered, thinking that one more day wouldn't hurt staying in this town. It might throw off anyone was following them.

For once, his heart didn't beat faster at her touch or nearness, for which Connor was grateful. He stared at her, but looked up at the sound of footsteps by their door, tensing but the footsteps soon faded. He let out a soft breath, and looked back to Elizabeth