Slayers of the Night || RP

Sarah had been smiling a reassuring smile at Alex when Jace cried out, making her face go ashen white. "Jace..?" she said after a moment, slowly turning around to look at him. By this time, though, he had already turned his face against the seat, so she couldn't see him. She couldn't even imagine how he was feeling, having seen his mother as.. As one of them. "Jace..?" she asked again, reaching out to touch his shoulder with a gentle touch, much like that of a butterfly. Her face showed her cautious worry, and though she was afraid that he would lash out at her, she didn't want him to feel alone.

Jace said nothing, even as people talked to him. His face, buried in the seat, quickly composed itself into a stoic, emotionless mask. Sitting up quickly, he sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, wincing a little. "Fine," he said, "I'm fine." With that, he shrugged Sarahs hand off of him, placing his hand over a particularly deep cut on his side. It wasn't life-threatening or anything, but it sure hurt. He didn't show it though, or hid most of it. "I think the people behind us want us to hurry, Alex," he said, looking into the boys eyes. His own eyes were tired, almost asking even, showing he was hoping for a change of subject.

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Will nodded, sitting gently into the car, using his right hand to reach over and close the door to the car. His left arm hurt, probably from that bloody dagger, so he wasn't really using it much. "Well, Daniel. Nice to meet you," he said, glancing at him through the mirror. With that, he started the car up and began driving, falling into a silence even as Lexi spoke.
"Well, Daniel," Lexsa said, turning in her seat to look at him, "We have a house, with one extra bedroom. There aren't really rules, other than we don't kill humans at home." That was about it, really. She didn't want them being caught.
"Or at all, really, unless they, you know, deserve it." Will chimed in.

Violet narrowed her eyes at Jace - not a threatening kind of gaze, but a thoughtful one - before sighing. "Alright, alright," she said, turning around. "I'll leave him to his own goddam psychotic problems." She was quiet after that. What a weird day, she thought to herself, dabbing at the cuts on her cheek. She stared at the blood that smeared on her fingers for a long moment before quickly rubbing it off on her pants. Everyone had somehow managed to escape with only a few cuts and bruises. That is, except Jace, but he had practically thrown himself at the vampires so he didn't really count in her mind.

"It's nice to meet you too," Daniel responded, unable to be impolite. When Lexsa explained the rules, he only looked at the ground. "I can assure you, there will be no killing done by me." He had killed many humans in his past to feed, and he hated himself for it. He only did it when he was starving and could find a particularly distasteful individual. At Will's comment, all he gave was a small, bitter chuckle.

Alex pulled into the garage, putting the gear shift into park before turning off the engine. The car was quiet for several moments until Nicoleta interrupted it. "Good work guys. Everyone head in, get themselves cleaned up." She watched Alex got out as well as the others, but remained where she was sitting. "Jace?" She asked, hoping to catch him before he got out. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

As the car stopped and silence fell over them, Sarah bit her lip, unsure as to what she should do. She looked up at the mirror, but Alex didn't return her gaze, so she quickly looked down once more. Finally, the quiet was shattered by Nicoleta's voice. "Thanks," the girl mumbled, sliding out of the car as Alex and Violet did. She was just about to turn and ask Jace if he needed help when Nicoleta spoke to him. "Oh," she said quietly, turning around before heading inside as well. Violet had already started cleaning her wounds in the kitchen, but Sarah didn't feel like it. Instead, she walked up the stairs to her room before sitting on the bed. She stared at the wall as she thought about how tonight went. All in all, they had done very well- they had taken out many Vampires, and even though they had all been hurt in some way, no one had died. That thought brought her back to her own shortcoming, which made her sigh.

Jace had been moving himself slowly, getting ready to get out of the car, when Nicoleta asked to speak with him. Great, he thought. "Yeah?" he said, looking at her with an intense gaze, as if daring her to say something. He knew she probably agreed with Violet, that she probably thought him mad, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything, really. Nothing other than killing Claudius, and now his mother.

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Lexsa listened as Daniel spoke, and when he finished lamely, she laughed aloud. "So, you're the self-loathing type," she said, her question more of a statement. She shrugged. "That's fine. We just needed to know that you weren't working for anyone," she said with a smile she walked to the kitchen where a large refrigerator stood, and, opening it quickly, grabbed a pack of blood. "Want something?" she said to Will and Daniel as she grabbed her own packet. She didn't need to speak in anything over a whisper, but she spoke at level volume anyway.
"Sure," Will said, smiling towards the kitchen, even though she couldn't see him through a wall. "You?" he asked, looking over at Daniel. "You should probably drink something," he said, looking the boy over, "Rough night. Oh, we have alcohol too." William looked Daniel over for a bit longer before deciding to ask him a question. "How old are you, Daniel?" he asked.

Sarah was sitting on her bed, looking at her hands, when the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She had the feeling someone was watching her, or at least close to her. Thinking it might be Nicoleta coming to talk to her about how she had preformed that night, she stood, walking silently to her door. Reaching her hand out, she pulled the door open, only to see it was a mostly naked Alex. The young girl couldn't help herself as her eyes roamed from his face down his neck to his chest. From there, she took in his broad, strong shoulders, moving down his abs to his stomach, following the lines until the towel hid the rest. By this time, she was blushing deeply, and quickly averted her gaze, looking at his face again. "Alex," she said, smiling at him. She didn't know why he was there, standing mostly naked outside of her door, but she was glad. Really glad, though she didn't know why. "Come in," she said, but didn't really wait for him to respond. Instead, she opened her door further and walked towards her bed, as if the thought of him refusing hadn't even crossed her mind. "You're hurt," she said, as if he didn't know that. She grabbed her own personal first aide kit and sat it on the bed, pulling a few things out. She looked up at him, a slight frown on her face. "Well, come on," she said, pointing to her bed. "We can talk while I fix you, then you can do me." Once she said it, her eyes widened a little as she realized how it had come out. "Um, I mean.. Then you can, uh, help me patch myself up," she clarified, blushing deeply once again. God, she was such a loser.. With that embarrassing ordeal, the girl sat on her bed, waiting.

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Jace was silent for a long while, thinking. Just as he thought she was going to leave, he spoke. "I was there," he said, his voice quiet. He wouldn't look at her, or anything other than his hands, for some reason. "I was probably only four or something. We were making chocolate milk when the sounds started," he said, voice void of emotion, eyes seeing the past instead of what was in front of him. "My mother, she hid me in the panic room that was built into my bedroom. She said we were going to play a game- I had to be silent, and see how long I could stay in my clubhouse. I couldn't come out until she or Father came to get me." He paused, his eyes growing troubled. "I was in the dark for a long time. I couldn't hear anything, and.. I thought.. I don't know, that she'd forgotten me. So I climbed out and went looking for her. She wasn't in any of the rooms I checked, but the light was off in the kitchen." At this point, his hands clenched into fists and his body tensed up. "I had to find my chair, my step-stool, so I could turn the light on. The floor was wet, but.. I thought it was just milk from before. When I turned on the light, though, it was red. Milk isn't red." Swallowing hard, he continued. "I was afraid. Really afraid, even though I knew I couldn't be. Father would have been angry that I was. I.. I needed to find my mother, so I walked to the bar. When I looked around it, she was lying in a pool of her own blood. Her skin was like paper, the color of death. She told me to run, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, even when he looked up from her throat. He smiled at me, all blood and fangs. 'Do as mommy says, Jonathan,' he told me. I didn't know what to do. I screamed. I screamed and screamed, until he picked my mom up and took her away. I didn't stop him, I didn't even try. I just sat down on the floor next to her blood.." Jace trailed off then, closing his eyes tightly. "I should have known he had changed her. I should have known. But, Father said.." Jace shook his head, clearing his mind. "Never mind," Jace said, his eyes opening to reveal the other, emotionless Jace once more. "I don't know why I even said that," he said before shoving the car door open, tossing his legs out. He sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth as pain shot up him, but he enjoyed the feeling. He deserved it.

Sarah could tell that Alex was rather uncomfortable as he came to sit on the bed next to her and her supply kit, but she didn't say anything about it. She would be uncomfortable too, if she was dressed like he was and in his room. Er, undressed, she thought, looking him over again. "Don't laugh at me," she said, but was laughing as well. What she had said had been funny, though it was an accident. When he said that he was fine, she gave him a 'don't even try getting out of this' look. "You're not fine, Alex. I can see your wounds," she reminded him pointedly. "You are naked, after all." With that, the young Slayer got out the items she would need, putting some rubbing alcohol on a pad before she started cleaning his wound. She was sure it hurt- alcohol burns- which made her feel bad. "Sorry," she said softly, her right hand gently helping him while her left rested lightly on his shoulder and chest. "Is that okay?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.

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Jace had seen the sympathy in Nicoleta's eyes, but it didn't make him feel good. It made him feel weak, as though he had been crying on her shoulder like the pathetic four year old of his tale. He had been trying to get out of the car when she jumped out too, quickly coming to his aide. When had it come to this? he wondered, When did I get so weak? He said nothing, though, just listening to her as she spoke. He could take it one of two ways- relax into her and let her help him, he shove her away. After much thought, Jace allowed himself to put a little of his weight against her. He was still in pain, after all. Jace glanced over at Nicoleta, really looking at her, studying her eyes for a moment before he spoke. "Thanks," he said finally, offering up a small smile of gratitude.

Sarah was glad that he had come over to let her help him, but she knew that it would. The Look always worked. "'Barely even scratches' by butt," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she continued to clean them, trying to be gentle even as he winced. She looked up at him, his eyes turning down to look deeply into hers. She stopped moving, unable to look away for a while, until he averted his gaze and spoke. "Oh, um, yeah," she said awkwardly, spreading some antibiotics onto some gauze patches before taping them over the worst of his wounds. "There, all finished," she said softly, smiling at him. She was still blushing a little from their gazing episode, which made her look down at the kit between them. "Alex?" she asked, her voice quiet, "Thank you. I mean, I know I already said it, but.. You know.. You saved my life," she said, blushing at the ground. "I just want you to know that I really appreciate it."

((I'll post for Jace after Kitteh.))

Sarah's large honey-brown eyes looked into Alex's hazel ones, unable to pull away, even as he spoke to her. She told herself it was just because he commanded respect, that it was normal, but she knew better. She was starting to have.. Feelings for him. She was smiling softly at him, and when he looked down to survey the job she had done, she looked at her hands, blushing. "Oh, joy," she said, sighing softly as he said it was her turn. Other than a few cuts and bruises on her face and arms, the only other two that were even a little bad were on her shoulder and her stomach. She had been being careful not to move her arm a certain way, and had done all she could to keep from straining her tummy, but she supposed it was a good idea for him to fix her arm up. "This is the only one," she lied, not saying anything about the deeper cut under her shirt. It stretched from her ribs, where it was deepest, across to just below her bellybutton. It wasn't bad, just that a female vampire had clawed her pretty good. She took off her shirt since he wouldn't be able to get at it through her long-sleeve shirt, though she was still wearing a dark tank-top under it. She bit her lip, looking at it though the corner of her eye. It didn't hurt too badly, but she had a particular hatred of rubbing alcohol..

Sarah winced a little once her shirt was off, nodding as Alex commented. "Yeah, it's a little sore," she admitted. She didn't complain more than that, though- some of his scratches had been as bad, or a little worse. As the alcohol began burning her skin, Sarah bit down on her lip, not allowing herself to flinch away from the searing sting of the liquid fire. "It's okay," she managed as he apologized, offering a small smile. When he finished and wrapped her arm up, she felt a little embarrassed, but it was nothing compared to how he probably felt, sitting almost naked on her bed. "Oh, uh, no. Nothing else," she lied, hoping he didn't see her stomach. She was embarrassed about it, and felt that it was a little poochy. She liked Alex, and didn't want to show him the fattest part of her body. It wasn't that she thought she was fat, or even ugly. She knew she was pretty. That didn't mean she wanted to flaunt her stomach, though, no matter how cute it might be. She thought she was home clear when he told her to lift her tank top up. "Darn it," she muttered, shaking her head with a sigh before she lifted it up. She had to lift it high enough so that the bottom of her bra could be seen, which made her cheeks darken, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she looked at what little she could see of her cut. "It looks worse than it is," she managed to say, though she wasn't sure. She couldn't really feel it anymore. That was good.. Right?