"I'd reccomend ..." She pauses considering carefully..

"Some light blush as far as makeup is concerned, dont want too mcuh so you dont look tackty, just enough to hide minor imperfections in your skin"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 58):

Patricia is a little surprised at how pale Sadie's complexon is, pasty almost. She tactfully suggests some blush. With such dark hair and eyes, a more true red would be tasteful, and on someone so pale it would stand out too much. Sadie accepts her advise gratefully.

With serveral bag in tow Sadie had found her way to "Siren", a clothing store of a completely different nature from the last store. This one sold teen's clothing. Nobody even batted an eye at her enterance here, she was their normal clientele. Though most were also usually accompanied by a parent, they had the credit card after all.

Inspecting a pink strapped top adorned with kittens, she can't help but reflect that her fashions had been severely restricted during her life. She's actually sort of having fun. Small shorts and tightly fitting pants highlight the long skinny legs she hasn't grown into yet. She includes a few skirts, most of them frilly. Colorful hair bands, some with fake attachments, accentuate the look nicely. Most of the dresses are cut to look mature, so she avoids those. She takes a flowered country print dress however; it makes her look like some adorable bare-footed country dweller. She is used to wearing formal shirts under her tie and vest. She ademantly selects only tanks and cotton tee's, with varying themes and decorations.

What the staff in this shop does eye her over, is her ability to pay. Her parents had supplied her with a card with her own name which they funded, and no amount of i.d. checking would change that.

Sadie is forced to go back to her dorm room to stow her new wardrobe. She hopes Jen isn't there. She doesn't want to face her right now. Luckily, Jen is out tonight. Probaby partying or sleeping somewhere else. Sadie showers and changes into a one of her adult costumes. She would want to look mature enough to be moving into that house tomorrow night. She donned a skirt in fall colors that went to her knees, with button up shirt and angora cami sweater. She twists her drying hair up into a french knot. She looks at the mirror, pleased with the effect. Her 'sleep' during the day would look strange if she had observers. A girlish figure dressed like she's ready to give a lecture, curled up around a pink stuffed bunny. The dichotomy was ridiculous.

In midday she suddenly finds herself awakened she feels heavy sluggish every second is a constant struggle not to return to sleep

A young man and woman have sneaked into the room and the looks between them, clearly their about to make out.

The mans carressing her chin and she kisses him... you have to decide and feel you must choose fairly quickly as any second you might fall back into blackness.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 62):

Despite the lethargy, panic spikes through Sadie's mind. She is incredibly vulnerable. If she is sighted she may not survive the day, and if she does her true nature will still be revealed. Then she may as well meet the sun herself. It would be all too easy for them to spot her under the bench. She has to at least try.

The couple has gotten surprisingly close to her, distracted with each other. She won't have to move too far...but if one runs she doesn't think she can catch them. She's not sure how long she has. With as much speed as she can muster bursts out from the cubby under the bench. She is faster than a mortal still, but much slower than when she is awake at night. Gravity seems to pull at her every movement. She goes diretly for the girl's throat without preamble. The man is less likely to run in her opinion. Her goal is not to feed, but simply to kill. She tries to grab at the male's throat when she is already on the female (they are close together). She will rip their throats out as quickly as she can....if she can...and crawl into another cubby as far as she can get from the bodies.

Her first attack only does so well shes in a grapple  with the guy, the girls puzzled... not understanding whats going on yet... (OOC: he does 2 bashing to you, want to try healing it?)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 64):


Sadie bites at the man's neck desperately, trying to strike as deep as possible. If the girl runs, Sadie will have to hide. Running after her will just be too difficult, and she fears light will leak into the outter halls if she even makes it that far.

Mans just stupified... and barely struggles after she manages to bite him... Girls scared... "Let me go! Please I'll do anything..." she says terrified.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 66):

Sadie digs into his neck, tearing at veins and arteries. She drinks, but she is more concerned with opening enough of a wound to make him quickly bleed out. Her clothes are quickly becoming soaked in blood. She doesn't have the luxury of cleanliness this time.

She can feel the blood hitting her face with some pressure; she must have hit carotid artery at least. Even given the situation, the blood is somewhat intoxicating, and she is reluctant to release her grip. She considers trying to command the woman to forget, but she isn't sure she can maintain the concerntration in this state. She might fail to stay awake long enough. She can't see any way not to use brutal force. She throws her body at the woman , hoping for as much luck with her.

shes able to kill the woman, (and now has the "Wanton" Condition thankfully she succeeded on the detachment roll)

Both corpses are at her feet and shes able to hold on just barely

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 68):

Sadie stumbles, on each faltering step. She doesn't feel she can make it further away than her original hiding place. As she bends to enter the cubby her knees give out and she collapses into the small space. She is just barely able to pull her feet in before her vision goes black.

The room is still again, as the bodies bleed and cool on the stone floor. Some blood had been drained, but still more seeped out onto the ground. If anyone else comes to this room for any reason, the slaughter will be obvious. Though this scenario is unlikely, it still puts Sadie at risk, even if she doesn't know it.

Thankfully no one else comes in through the day the corpses are still there waiting when night comes and she awakes now what to do go ahead with move, tell anyone about the corpses?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 70):

Sadie awakens at nightfall. For a moment she forgets about the events of the day. Then her eyes fall on the corpses. Looking down, her shirt is stiff with blood all down the front. The warning her Sire had given her suddenly thunders through her head. She had killed against his wishes. Tears well in her eyes as she searches the old lab for a blade of some kind. She is stronger than a human, but some blade would be required for a job as big as dismemberment.

She finds an old scapel in a kit in the front drawer. The plastic case also contains forceps, a probe, sissors and thick metal pins. She obviously has no use for those.

The scapel isn't much, but she wields it with abnomal strength, ripping with her hands where ever she can. Still it takes her nearly three hours to just sever the limbs and heads of both corpses. She stuffs the bodies in cabinets by under the sinks on the wall, closing them tightly. The smell would eventually permeate at least this entire floor. Odds are nobody would discover the bodies for a very long time. Moving them elsewhere really isn't an option. Not only are they heavy, but she was likely to be sighted with them.

She looks down at her shirt with regret. She can't be seen like this. Ironically a soiled shirt was proving more dangerous to her than two dead bodies. She lets out a small laugh. She strips off her shirt, balling it up to take with her. She could leave nothing of hers here any longer. She almost can't believe her eyes when she spots a disguarded sweater. It must be the woman's. She slips it on. It's way too large, but it's clean. For a moment she has the urge to thank the owner, and surpresses a welling of guilt. These people had been innocent, and unlucky, but she knew she had had no choice but to put herself in dire risk.

She keeps to the darker areas on her way to change her clothes. She is clean, but the sweater is ill-fitting. She sees a few people in the building, but nobody notices her much. Jen is bent over a textbook in the small room.

"I'm moving out Jen, I thought you should know.". Jen looks crestfallen at Sadie's announcement and Sadie says quickly we'll still do things together.". She smiles "I want to go to more parties, and I can't go without my wingman." she says placatingly. She is serious when she says it though.

After much hugging and tears on Jen's part, Jen had been willing to say goodbye. Sadie would have to make several trips. She didn't own very much, and the furnature belonged to the dorm. Her pink bunny stared out the top of her first box.

The mans cleared a room, previously he kept books in it "Not sure where to keep them now" He sighs.

Its a small room Quite bare as of yet "Im sorry I only have so much" he admits.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 72):

The room had polished wood molding consistant with a study. An empty bookshelf stood against one wall. If the floor hadn't been hardwood she would be able to see the print on carpet where the desk had been. The walls were covered in wallpaper, like most of the house. It had been installed long ago, but now it had a charming antique look to it. There was no overhead light, but a lamp in the corner. The house must be old. The closet was small, as in most old houses. The closet door was the skinny iron type with a clear red glass knob that reminded Sadie of a gem. There was only one window, which was a relief. It would be easy enough to block with the bookshelf and a blanket.

Sadie's smile is easy as she replies "neither do I.". She had paid the first month's rent in cash, but she would need to know the man's name, Checks were so much easier."What name do you go by?".

He sighs "Eddie, Eddie Warner, I've been unemployed my entire life" sighs.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 74):

She looks at him matter-of-factly "Well technically you're a landlord now.". She sets the handled box down, taking out a few articles of clothing, her pink bunny, and a small stack of assorted books and notebooks. "I have more things to get. I'll be in and out for awhile." she pauses "oh, it's also very important you don't disturb me during the day for any reason. I stay up most of the night because of my medical condition. That's when I get things done. So I sleep very late." she shrugs "It's odd I know, but it works for me.". She smiles warmly, careful to make direct eye contact. Her gaze locks with Eddie, a neutral expression on her face "No disturbances during daylight.". She imbues the words with as much concentration and power as she can, still not sure of how effective she could be. She had failed before. Being left unmolested during her daily sleep was not only critical to her safety, but to Eddie's as well. She realizes looking at the man, that she really would hate to have to kill him. She might even consider letting him live if he discovered her secret and kept it. That of course went against the most important vampire law enforced, and her Sire had firmly forbid her from it. He might even kill her himself if that happened and she was caught. Eddie seemed to have a gentle and kind nature, despite his misfortunes in life. She felt he deserved her help and protection. She glances at him; yes, she might risk it if the worst were to happen.

After several more trips Sadie places her last load on the hardwood floor of her room. She has no mattress, but she plans on spending the days in the closet anyway, which luckily was carpeted. With some effort she had pushed the bookshelf in front of the window. It fit over perfectly, the back flush with the frame. She had stolen a roll of duct tape from Jan on her last trip, and she used it to seal the cracks between the bookshelf and window frame. She does her best to hide as much of the tape as she can. Eddie might object otherwise, and really, it just looked tacky. She could probably safely sleep just in the room, but the closet was a good extra measure. Out in the room just felt too risky. The bookshelf actually serves her well. She lines up her school supplies, texts and notebooks. Her clothes she hangs in the closet, shoes on the shelf above them.

Eddie is watching tv by the time she finishes. She sits herself on the second sofa of muted yellow. Eddie seems glad of the company, and to be honest, so is she. She had been very alone since the embrace. The only cohabitor in her world was her Sire so far. "Excuse me Eddie, I have something to do. I'll see you later."

She finds herself on the doorstep on her Sire's house. The guard at the gate seemed to know her face, and hadn't challenged her passage. She doesn't know if he'll be angry with her, but she feels she has to tell him what happened. She hadn't even enjoyed killing the two students who had crept down to her resting place. It had been a deperate act of self preservation. She remembers her Sire's words carefully. How many was a "bloodbath"? Would he punish her? She knocks on the door.

In reply to Sadie Jenkins (msg # 75):

(Am on tablet at library)

Once again she's seated down offered heated blood in an archaic goblet her sire waits a bit before  seeing her.

He sighs a bit


"I won't say I am not disappointed, did you think to scare them off or hide better, or command them to forget"

Asks sharply then sighs

"Dear, you need a slave, someone to mind your affairs during sunlight hours."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 76):

Sadie accepts the offer. She has enough trouble keeping herself fed, she wouldn't dream of turning away food. It's strange to be drinking out of something that looks like it belongs in a museum.

She looks down at her Sire's comment, answering "I would have been noticed trying to move to another spot. I was too tired to focus enough to command, and if I had failed I would have been defenseless when I fell asleep again.". She looks up "It felt like my only choice. I almost failed to kill them as it was. If I had I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

"I won't be as vulnerable now. I've secured a haven.". She thinks of Eddie's kindly face "Is that what you had told me about giving my blood to a mortal three times?". It would not be too difficult to get him to drink her blood once or twice, she might have trouble with three times. If he was bonded to her, it would be easier for both of them. She wouldn't worry about him growing suspicious of her habits or walking in on her during the day.

In reply to Sadie Jenkins (msg # 77):

Nods "Once that happens they are your thrall... Such a thrall should not be mistreated, or starved or beaten without cause, but, must never be allowed to forget their place"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 78):

Sadie loved the hunt, but the idea of torturing someone or mistreating them made her stomach sink. Especially Eddie. She had even thought of risking herself for him earlier. She wonders if her Sire delights in such pastimes. She responds "I will aquire a slave.".

Every time she saw her Sire she found herself feeling closer to him. She had hated disappointing him, even if she felt she hadn't had a choice. She felt dawn getting closer. It would take her time to get to her haven, and it was prudent to leave now. Without really thinking about it, she stands on her toes and kisses her Sire's cheek by way of a goodnight.

Sadie feels the sky will start changing color soon, though true dawn is still an hour off at least. Eddie is soundly asleep on the couch; the tv was still on. Quietly, she moves to stand over him. She tears open a small wound on her upper finger. She bites deeply; she would need a decent amount of blood quickly. She dribbles blood from Eddie's nose and into his mouth, pressing her finger. If she had to guess, at least two tablespoons poured into Eddie's mounth before he swallowed and woke up sputtering.

 She stands there calmly, but looking slightly concerned. "Eddie, you have a nosebleed.". She watches him walk quickly into the downstairs bathroom, inspecting his nose. She leans against the doorframe "Did it stop?". He replies blearily "yes, I think it's stopped.". "Well I'm off to bed. goodnight." she says warmly.

She wraps herself in the teal comforter from her dorm bed, tucked away below her clothes hanging in the closet. She had locked her door, but she was also relying on Eddie's obedience to her command, which she is not positive worked. She is surprisingly comfortable, not that it mattered much. She would sleep just as deeply whether comfortable or not. She hugged her bunny and faded out for the day.

He nods glad she sees sense...

He accepts the kiss stoicly, deciding to indulge her a little, after all, it would take time for her to learn the codes of ettiquite she must know.

You sleep through the day securely and only need 2 more nights to bind him to you, or look for someone else as your actual slave, as opposed to puppet?
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 80):

Sadie wakens in the pitch black of her closet. Soft bits of cloth brush her hair and face as she sits up. She turns on the light in the bedroom. She doesn't really need it, but it would look more natural. She had to remember to appear human around Eddie. Most of the wakeup routine is the same for human or vampire: shower, groom, get dressed, look for food. Sadie had eaten a lot yesterday between the shortened feed during daylight hours and the blood her Sire had offered her. She should always look, but it wouldn't be too essential for her to feed tonight. She notes how rapidly that thought had become common place.

"Hey" she says by way of greeting her landlord. She would need to create the illusion of eating. "I'm going to go grab something to eat. I hate cooking.". Without preamble she walks out the back door and down the driveway to the street. She walks around for half an hour, then purchases a juice smoothe from a jamba juice on the strip. The cashier gives her a strange look and suggests an iron 'boost'. This had been her only reason for leaving the house just now. She walks back in the direction of home. before slipping back in she bites her finger, bleeding what she thinks won't be noticable into the cup.

She enters casually "I got you a smoothe. I already drank mine. It's got an iron boost.". She hands it to him as if it isn't worth mentioning. Eddie accepts the styrofoam cup with a surprised, but pleasent expression.

He drinks pausing "It tastes a trifle odd, but feels really good very soothing."

he takes a few more sips

"your very thoughtful" He advises.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 82):

She acts unphased.'I've never tried that flavor." she says in an attempt to explain the taste. Eddie was beginning to enjoy having someone else in the house. He was glad she had mistaken this address for the one listed in whatever ad she had seen. Not only did he really need the money, but it eased his lonliness.

Sadie sits reading over notes and texts in the livingroom while Eddie watches tv. She enjoyed sharing the space with him. She might not have any classes until the start of the term, but there was no reason to fall behind. She stretches after a few hours, decided on a walk. She never knows if she'll run into a meal, and she had been sitting too long. Vaguely she remembers about the rumors circulating about a killer in the university area. Maybe she could find more out about that.

She sets out with no particular goal or destination in mind.

after 4 or so hours of searching, you see a guy, who looks like a stereotypical gangster, wearing a wool cap, and approaching slowly, but inevitably...