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Building 1 Hallways > Velvet's Room
Interacting with: @DragonydasTheria, @KuroFloozie Suzy
As Max scampered off with Iris, Velvet rolled her eyes at Theria's message to him, but by the time she spoke, he was off. Doubtless very uncomfortable by the whole situation. "Why bother calling a doctor?" Oh, wait, that was right; vampires of her caliber probably weren't a very common fixture in Umbra Rose, and she'd never been injured enough for Theria to notice, so she probably had no idea. They probably didn't know how formidable she was in the first place. Well, good a time as any to reveal it; she seemed worried and it might help to calm her. "I'm very old, little miss, don't worry. I could be bisected, eviscerated, decapitated, ground to pulp, and burnt to ash, and I'd be back in my crypt by the next morning. There's not a single person on this side of the Atlantic who could hurt me in any way that mattered as long as there's blood around, not unless they're a professional." Still, she shrugged. It's not like a doctor coming by would hurt anything, and Max was already gone. She'd be by regardless, so might as well humor her.
As she trudged up the stairway, letting Theria support her, she was immensely grateful that Suzy was there. She could feel the bloodlust bubbling up within her, threatening to overtake her completely at the exotic scent of the gorgon's blood. To drink until she was sated, with no regard for safety or decency. But the unnatural chill of the ghost's presence was so alien that she remained grounded enough to retain her presence of mind. She'd rather not be a statue today, and she'd already embarrassed herself quite enough. So, as blood continued to puddle on the floor behind her, she kept plodding gamely on. At least she hopefully wouldn't need to clean it.
After what seemed like an eternity, she at long last opened the door to Room 205. Computer humming away in the corner, great tomb of basalt-black stone. But the most important thing at that moment: her fridge. Halfway between a minifridge and a full size model, she flashed over to it almost faster than the eye could follow, displaying speed that she rarely did, and tore the door open.
...Literally, as the hinges gave beneath her desperation and the entire thing ripped away in her hand. But all she had eyes for, all she cared about, were the ten pint-sized bloodbags sitting there. Food. Salvation. All thoughts of decorum lost in her desperate hunger and lacking a functioning left hand, she tore them open with her fangs one after another, guzzling the contents so fast she nearly choked. The excess ran down her chin and body in streams, soaking what little was unsullied of her front entirely. An overpowering surge of warmth and comfort flooded through her as she drank her fill, all of her thoughts lost in the urge to consume.
By the time her hunger abated and she ceased her feast, eight empty bags of blood—eight entire pints, more than enough for two full weeks with mild sunlight exposure under normal circumstances—were scattered haphazardly at her feet, and she was standing in a pool of the stuff. Dropping her exhausted head and shutting her eyes lightly, she inhaled—held—exhaled a few long, slow breaths.
"Okay. Okay. I'm calm."
She wanted nothing more at that moment than to climb into her tomb, lie down, and sleep. But the doctor was still coming, and after the show she'd just put on, it would probably be rude if she arrived and found her patient asleep beneath her excellent security system: a thousand-pound sheet of solid stone. So instead of climbing in bed, she sat down on top of it, still taking those long breaths. It felt so good to not be hungry.
She blinked, looking down at herself and realizing for the first time just how much blood was on her now. Wiping down her hands as best she could, she walked over to her computer, turning on one of the monitors and opening a text document with font large enough that she could read it from anywhere, then returned to her stone seat. In case Suzy wanted to say anything. Then she let out a little self-conscious laugh. "Sorry you had to see me like that. Not exactly the picture of dignity, was it?"