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Anna frowned at her friend, though she wasn't upset by by the statement, just more so wasn't calling her and Lucio that much. She then remembered Verna and Lucio dancing - a moment of jealousy picked up. She leaned forward on the counter, her elbows pinned in place against the wood, her hands were rubbing her eyes. She wasn't exactly the best at lying, so staying quiet instead of protesting what was said, was her only chance at survival against Verna's witty self.
As she was about to speak, her eyes widened with the recognition of the voice. She bit her lower lip, and lifted herself off the bar, turning to see Lucio walking towards them. Her stomach tightened with anxiety, and suddenly it felt cramped in this giant Inn. "Good morning Lucio," she let out a toothy smile - and then looked away to Verna as she approached with his drink. Verna was just slyly smirking, she shook her head and turned away from the two after serving him. Anna opened her mouth, licking the bottom of her teeth. Her hands on the counter, she laced her fingers together and let out a breath.
She hadn't completely formed the questions she wanted to ask, there were so many. Of course, she should probably tell the person that she is developing feelings for, that she has a blood thirsty creature waiting to be awakened coursing through her veins. But, she hadn't properly found a way to tell him. The only upside was that her father told her how it was activated, and it was something she didn't have the stomach to do. Kill somebody. She never would, so she'd never change. Anna was confident in knowing that.
Turning around and placing her back against the bar, as to not catch Verna's eye again, she crossed her arms. "Well, I trust you've been well," she started and laughed a little, "I don't understand how you're so calm". At this point she turned back towards the bar, leaning forward and bending over the bar, her arms propping her up. She placed her face close to Lucio's, whispering almost "There are some things I'm interested in knowing". Anna stated, her eyes locking with his. She needed him to know how serious she was about it.
"How you were so calm, the mayor, why he attacked me..." her eyes had broken from his at this point. She was shaking her head, her gaze fixed onto the counter top. Her hair loosely hanging around her face, she brought a hand up and placed a few locks behind her ear. The dimly lit inn made the scenario more dark, ironically. Things that were just fantasies merely over 48 hours ago, were now alive and not beautiful. In any sense. As scared as she was, she was intriguied.
When her father broke the news in the shed, she almost went hysterical thinking he was playing an awful joke on her. He led her down below, to a room that sent an instant sense of fear, pain, and secrecy raging through her. Her father had never looked so defeated before, simply stating he never wanted you to know. Anna hadn't said a word as her father explained the room. He then explained the curse, then moved to the shackles. She had sobbed, and even screamed a few times - which probably was hysteria at those points - in the denial of her new identity. Her father calmed her the best he knew, which was a long embrace, and more talking. He told her how nobody in the town knew, just the family. Of course, Cassandra didn't know - but her father explained that if she had a similar situation to Anna's, he would tell her then. She had spent a long time below the shed with her father - mainly she couldn't stop crying. It wasn't until she actually made it back to her own bed after bathing, that she went to sleep - and woke up in a calmer mindset.
Her father lied for her, saying she wasn't ill and wasn't to be bothered today. Anna was surprised by this, but needed it. She spent her day mainly sleeping, and assessing everything. Questions now reeling in her head, of course she had heard myths. But Lucio probably knew the truths of the tales. But his appearance in the town also had her wondering some things.
Anna leaned a little more closer to him, "did you come here, to kill Alphonse because he was a vampire? Or was it pure coincidence you were here. And knew about vampires". The question was elaborate, but she had a lot of time to think in the day she hadn't seen him. "You were so calm, like you've done it before..." she leaned back a little bit - and then loosely brought a hand towards her chest. Acting like she stuck a dagger into her heart, "Are you a vampire-"
"Anna, dear, did you want anything?" Verna came over, cutting Anna off. She leaned back, and sucked in her lips - making a popping sound as she released them. "A wine, please," she watched as Verna nodded and walked to grab it "hunter", she quickly finished. Her smile was probably confusing, a synical smirk she bit on her bottom lip still maintaining the smirk, her fingers drummed against the counter. Verna placed the cup in front her and she took it, taking a sip and then looking back to Lucio. Awaiting his response.
As she was about to speak, her eyes widened with the recognition of the voice. She bit her lower lip, and lifted herself off the bar, turning to see Lucio walking towards them. Her stomach tightened with anxiety, and suddenly it felt cramped in this giant Inn. "Good morning Lucio," she let out a toothy smile - and then looked away to Verna as she approached with his drink. Verna was just slyly smirking, she shook her head and turned away from the two after serving him. Anna opened her mouth, licking the bottom of her teeth. Her hands on the counter, she laced her fingers together and let out a breath.
She hadn't completely formed the questions she wanted to ask, there were so many. Of course, she should probably tell the person that she is developing feelings for, that she has a blood thirsty creature waiting to be awakened coursing through her veins. But, she hadn't properly found a way to tell him. The only upside was that her father told her how it was activated, and it was something she didn't have the stomach to do. Kill somebody. She never would, so she'd never change. Anna was confident in knowing that.
Turning around and placing her back against the bar, as to not catch Verna's eye again, she crossed her arms. "Well, I trust you've been well," she started and laughed a little, "I don't understand how you're so calm". At this point she turned back towards the bar, leaning forward and bending over the bar, her arms propping her up. She placed her face close to Lucio's, whispering almost "There are some things I'm interested in knowing". Anna stated, her eyes locking with his. She needed him to know how serious she was about it.
"How you were so calm, the mayor, why he attacked me..." her eyes had broken from his at this point. She was shaking her head, her gaze fixed onto the counter top. Her hair loosely hanging around her face, she brought a hand up and placed a few locks behind her ear. The dimly lit inn made the scenario more dark, ironically. Things that were just fantasies merely over 48 hours ago, were now alive and not beautiful. In any sense. As scared as she was, she was intriguied.
When her father broke the news in the shed, she almost went hysterical thinking he was playing an awful joke on her. He led her down below, to a room that sent an instant sense of fear, pain, and secrecy raging through her. Her father had never looked so defeated before, simply stating he never wanted you to know. Anna hadn't said a word as her father explained the room. He then explained the curse, then moved to the shackles. She had sobbed, and even screamed a few times - which probably was hysteria at those points - in the denial of her new identity. Her father calmed her the best he knew, which was a long embrace, and more talking. He told her how nobody in the town knew, just the family. Of course, Cassandra didn't know - but her father explained that if she had a similar situation to Anna's, he would tell her then. She had spent a long time below the shed with her father - mainly she couldn't stop crying. It wasn't until she actually made it back to her own bed after bathing, that she went to sleep - and woke up in a calmer mindset.
Her father lied for her, saying she wasn't ill and wasn't to be bothered today. Anna was surprised by this, but needed it. She spent her day mainly sleeping, and assessing everything. Questions now reeling in her head, of course she had heard myths. But Lucio probably knew the truths of the tales. But his appearance in the town also had her wondering some things.
Anna leaned a little more closer to him, "did you come here, to kill Alphonse because he was a vampire? Or was it pure coincidence you were here. And knew about vampires". The question was elaborate, but she had a lot of time to think in the day she hadn't seen him. "You were so calm, like you've done it before..." she leaned back a little bit - and then loosely brought a hand towards her chest. Acting like she stuck a dagger into her heart, "Are you a vampire-"
"Anna, dear, did you want anything?" Verna came over, cutting Anna off. She leaned back, and sucked in her lips - making a popping sound as she released them. "A wine, please," she watched as Verna nodded and walked to grab it "hunter", she quickly finished. Her smile was probably confusing, a synical smirk she bit on her bottom lip still maintaining the smirk, her fingers drummed against the counter. Verna placed the cup in front her and she took it, taking a sip and then looking back to Lucio. Awaiting his response.