Mister Thirteen

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Her back still to Alice, Liza responded, a soft touch to her voice,"I know how you must feel. I know the impulsiveness that is coursing through your mind. But trust me, exposing yourself now is dangerous. Even if you handled the police, there's still the Inquisitors to remember. Remember that." Her final words shifted to a tone of slight annoyance.

Liza continued rifling her hands throughout the fridge, the soft clinking of jars and bottles could be heard from within.
Finally, after several minutes of rummaging through the fridge, Liza stepped back and gently pushed the door closed with a soft thump.
Though her back remained facing Alice.

"I'll see about getting you a change of fresh clothes in a few minutes, your also welcome to use my shower if you want. But firstly, right now..."Liza said,"you need to drink."

She casually turned to Alice.
In her right hand she held up a large plastic bag of blood.

It was like those that hospitals used, measurements were labeled down the side, though the bag was filled to the very top. The crimson red liquid was highlighted by the golden ray of sunlight that stretched through the window, making the tone of red sharp and prominent.

"You need to drink."Liza repeated.

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Liza mentally rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. This young woman just didn't get it.
She could not just casually continue her daily life as if nothing had happened.
The Inquisitors surely knew about her now, and they weren't known to show Vampire's mercy no matter how innocent they plead to be. Sure, Alice might have never harmed anyone in the past, but she was a Vampire now, a Nightborn, and life was just not going to be so simple anymore. If Liza couldn't make Alice understand, the newborn woman wouldn't last a week.

Liza sighed shortly out loud, she spoke,"Listen to me, the Inquisitors know who you are now. They will be hunting for you. Newborns like you are primary targets for Inquisitors. Destroying a Nightborn before they become truly in tune with their powers is an ideal goal amongst their ranks. They will be watching your store and your home, not to mention searching the streets, so will the police. Besides, lying to the police won't go over well. You couldn't possibly cook up a logical explanation."

Liza turned away from Alice and walked over to the fridge across the room, opening it halfway.
She reached both hands in, fishing around inside the lit up fridge, she continued speaking as she searched for whatever she was after,"My advice to you is simple; lay low here for a few days or so, give the heat time to cool off. I'll keep my ears to the street so I'll know when it's safe for you to show yourself again. In time, you might could approach the police and diffuse the search for you. We'll have to worry about that after the Inquisitors have toned down though."

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"It's not as simple as you think," Liza said, suddenly and sharply,"you can't just stroll on home like it's any other day."

She stood slowly, her hands slipping down to her sides as she did.
She looked at Alice with a sort of assertive yet sympathetic tone to her face.

She continued,"You say you fled from a hospital, leaping through the window to escape a deranged, murderous policeman, obviously an Inquisitor. You were then confronted and nearly killed in an alleyway by another man in ragged clothing with a crossbow. Tell me..." She said, stepping casually past Alice towards the far window,"how will you explain your story to the police? Their going to be looking for you ya' know?"

Liza stood at the window, absently gazing out towards the Brooklyn skyline from her quaint little apartment.

"Besides," she said, keeping her back to Alice,"let's not forget that the hospital discovered your Vampiric healing ability, granted they didn't really know what it is. It's a surprise you weren't rushed off to some laboratory to be poked and prodded by medical scientists due to your 'miraculous healing ability'."

Liza turned back to face Alice,"The police are going to be searching for you. Your home and your store will be their first priority places to search. What will you tell them? How would you explain jumping from three stories and surviving alone?"

Liza stepped toward Alice, now standing a mere two feet from her, her amber eyes were stern and her face hardened.
"Do you understand what I'm saying? You can't just go back to your simple everyday life just like that, Alice. Your situation is especially complex.
My suggestion; you lay low, here with me. You need to disappear for a while."

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"It's no problem," Liza said firmly,"really."

She walked over to the foot of the bed and sat down at the edge, resting her hands on her thighs as she sat. She looked at Alice with prying eyes, her curiosity obviously at at least a slight peak.

"Alice," she said,"if you don't mind, I'd like to know what happened. By 'what happened' I mean from the very start when you were turned. You haven't been of Vampire blood for long, your...psychological state is proving that. Has it been hours, days?"

None of it really mattered truly, though Liza was quite curious about the situation Alice was in. When you find someone in a situation like Alice was in, and in the mental state she was in no less, it's quite a conduit of wonder.

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Sorry for the delay, I was having trouble deciding how to start things off there for a bit.

Feel free to have Alice wake up at that moment or in an hour or two.
(Notice Liza at the fridge if you wait for longer.)

Considering the psychological and emotional distress as well as the basic exhaustion it makes sense that she has slept for over twelve hours is say.

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EPISODE 3:
A HAND IN THE DARK

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It was a warm, sunny day in Brooklyn, New York.
The otherwise gloomy little apartment was highlighted by a friendly golden ray of sunlight that shone through the window and etched across the floor. The apartment itself was silent and still, aside from a single sound, that sound being the short trickling of water in the bathroom sink.

Pale hands lathered and rubbed together as soap dribbled from them into the sink below, while a stream of water poured over them, cleansing them of the soap and bodily impurity they bore.

The young woman who stood at the sink, Liza Cook her name, looked into herself in the mirror while she washed her hands in the sink. Her reflected amber eyes bore into her as she absently looked into the mirror before her.
She withdrew her dripping hands from the sink and turned off the faucet, her mind adrift still as she dried them on a nearby hand towel. She turned to look at the small face clock that hung I the wall opposite of the shower side of the room.

Five minutes past four o'clock it said.

Liza turned and headed for the door, clicking off the bathroom light as she exited and gently pulling the door closed behind her.

She now stood in her apartment, a single large "room" that acted as her bedroom, kitchen, and living room. And then of course there was the bathroom, which was nothing fancy, a shower, sink, toilet, and a small closet all crammed into one small space.

None of this of obviously was new to Liza. What was new was who now occupied Liza's simple little bed which was pushed against the north wall of the apartment.

Alice she had called herself. Alice Lynch.
A newborn Liza had stumbled across in an alleyway the night before, where Liza found her at the mercy of an Inquisitor. A Vampire hunter. Liza's upper right lip slightly curled at the thought alone, not just from last night, but at Inquisitors in general. She despised them with a deep, burning passion. It was by sheer luck alone Liza had found and saved this disoriented newborn from the man who held her at deathpoint.

A slight frown dipped Liza's mouth corners as she looked upon Alice the newborn.
She lay stretched out on Liza's bed in a deep sleep, wearing only the hospital gown she had on when Liza had saved her and brought her here to her apartment.

Even now, Liza stood just feet from the unconscious newborn, gazing upon her.
The nostalgia was almost fracturing.

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Just checking mind you. 👀

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Ready for Episode 3 @LadyRunic?

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So I guess your next post can end Episode 2 with Alice following Liza down the dark alley.

I'm thinking we can pick up Saturday night or maybe Sunday and start talking about Episode 3. I myself need a short break as I feel a case of writer's block coming on and the old brain needs to recover anyway.

So then, we can wrap up Episode 2 with Alice following Liza off down the dark alley.

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"No, Alice," Liza stated, plainly and loudly,"I'm not going to kill you. Nor shall I feed from you now."

She stood still and unmoving, her amber eyes remained fixated on Alice, her stony expression was unchanging.
She looked down to her left at the dead hunter, then back around to Alice.

"Your lucky I came along, he would have killed you on the spot." Liza said.

She bent down and picked up the crossbow from near the man's limp hand.
She held it firmly in her right hand, casually turning it from side to side, examining it. After a minute, she pitched it back down with a clatter next to the corpse at her left.

She looked back to Alice and said,"I don't know what's going on with you, what you've been through, why your out here in a hospital gown, or anything..." she paused, exhaling lightly through her nose,"but I suggest you come with me." She said flatly.

She turned away, her back now facing Alice.

"It's not safe out here for you newborn. You won't last a day."

She turned back only slightly, looking over her shoulder at Alice, her amber eyes intense and assertive as they were earlier.

"Follow me, if you want to live, and if you want answers." She stated.