@MrZerkon @BlackPantherSasha O'Neill & Jean BelairSasha got startled by the sudden appearance of Alexander. She asked herself why the heck she had not heard him approach her, when she realized that he was a vampire. Walking without sound like staking a prey must have become a natural thing to him.
''Good morning Mr Sanders.'' She awnsered his calm voice.
''Nothing that I wish to bother you with has happened'' Sasha spoke saddened trowing a glance at her best friend who had now bruises on his neck, made by the man she loved by accident.
''but how are you doing this morning. Have you had a nice rest even though of the events that have happened yesterday. Also, I am a reporter for the daily montreal, I interview, report and write articles for them. If you ever have the time later on the day is it alright if I ask you some questions regarding you fleeing your home?''after she had heard his awnser Sasha rushed to her own room and slipped into her green Bustle dress. She thanked Jean in her mind for bringing the dress in the first place. The red ribbon she always wore went around her neck and tied in a butterfly knot, like it always had
''I guessed so Vladimir. But are you sure we can trust him? Sasha might be naive and trust a lot of people but I am not like her. I am even still a bit suspicous of you. I mean, we just have had this treath made towards Sasha and all of this sudden this guy shows up....'' Jean found the situation rather uncommen, his guts told him to look out.
''Anyway, I can cook, a bit. And only I can eat my creations'' Jean laughed akward as Vlad trew the deer legs on the kitchen table.
Just after Vladimir had left Sasha came fully dolled up into the room. It was a slight relieve for the girl that she was able to walk into a dress again.
'’ Vladimir!’’ she called out, only finding jean.
]''Vladimir is out hunting, he should be returning anytime soon’’ Jean spoke and Sasha got startled by him. How was she going to face him.
''M..Moring Jean'' Sasha stuttered. She was unsure on how to face him. Was he heartbroken, whould he be angry.
''Good morning Sasha, I hope you slept well. Well I guess you have'' Jean spoke with a soft yet sad tune in his voice. Yes he was saddened, but he never hoped for Sasha as well. She was safer with Vlad than she was with him. How ironic it might sound.
Sasha looked at Jean, seeing him stumble with the kitchen knife.
''Why are you cooking? I do recall the last time you cooked, it ended with a honorable cremation for the meat'' Sasha Joked soft, taking the knife out of his hands.
''Here, shall I cook?'' She offered and Jean gladly stepped aside.
''Lassy, if he hurts you. Tell me alright....we are still friends''A slight hesitation could be heard in his voice as he spoke. Sasha picked the hesitation in his voice up and smiled.
''Ofcourse, you will always be my friend and partner in crime'' She teased as she began with her cooking preparations. She had all day it seemed and lots of ingrediants. She could make soup for the lunch and tender deer meat for dinner. Like a bussy bee Saha began cutting small pieces to make soup of and Jean watched before he walked away. He still had to talk to the 'pup' as vlad called him. Jean found him and walked up to the vampire.
''Hey, my name is Jean Belair. I heard ya story from Vlad. Such a coincedence that you managed to find the one house within this dense forest to hide in''
After througogly searching the kitchen, Sasha found some salt and herbs. and suprisingly a dried garlic as well.
'' garlic agaisnt the vampires'' She grinned as she continued to cut some herbs and added them to the boiling water together with soom of the meat. Her mind traveled to last night. She was rather unsure of how the relationship was between her and Vlad. Yes they had spend a night together, but just in eachothers arms. Distracted by her own over thinking Sasha cut into her own finger and dropped the knife.
''auch, dammit'' She cursed as another search in the kitchin started, this time to first aid bandages. She found none so she used some kitchenpaper and wrapped it around her finger, the cut wasn't that deep as well. Now having added the last herbs tot he soup, Sasha only had to wait a bit. She decided to sit outside for a bit, waiting until Vladimir would return.