Slayers of the Night || RP

Alex sighed when he saw Sarah's stomach. "It must be pretty bad then, 'cause this looks horrifying." The gashes from the female vampire looked awful, but Alex figured with some cleaning and maybe a few stitches, Sarah would be good as new. "I think you're going to need some stitches." Alex told her. He began to clean the deepest area with some rubbing alcohol. "Luckily for you, I'm an expert stitch-er." It was true, out of all of them in the house, Alex was probably the best at stitches. Maybe even the best when it came to medical attention. His mother had been a nurse before she met his father. After they married, she became the Lamia Confectores personal nurse. Until that is she left to live in the city after the new generation had taken over. As Alex cleaned Sarah's wound, he couldn't help but noticed how amazing her body looked - at least her stomach area look. That was the good thing about Lamia Confectores girls, they had the best looking bodies. His cheeks burned when he realized what he had been thinking, although he didn't know why. Sarah was an attractive girl, it was okay to admit that right? Alex reached for the stitch kit inside the first aid kit, pulling out the needle. He threaded it, before going to work on the slayer's wound. All the while he made sure to focus on what he was doing and not on the little bit of Sarah's bra that was showing. After a few quiet minutes, Alex cut the stitch strand and finished up on his patch work. "There." He said as he whipped his hands on the side of his towel.

Alex shook his head at her apology. "You weren't a baby. Slayers never scrim right?" He teased with a wink. Teasing? Winking? Whoa... this was new for Alex. A lot of things were new for him that day. Alex never had conversations with the others let alone teased with them. Maybe new was a good thing. "Can I get dressed first?" He asked when Sarah asked him for a favor. He was well aware of the fact that he wasstill basically nude in her room.

((Sorry that was pretty bad))

Alex got up, taking his things with him. He headed out the door and down the hall until he reached his room. About five minutes later, he slid back into Sarah's room wearing nice fitting jeans and a maroon sweatshirt from some college Alex had never heard of (it had been a gift from one of Alex's uncles on his mother's side). "So there's something you need help with?" He asked as he walked slowly back over to the bed. He didn't sit back down, but he stood beside the female slayer, his hazel eyes staring down at her.

It had taken Alex a few minutes until he actually realized that Sarah was only in her bra. His cheeks reddened. "Ah, um, so sorry." He stammered before turning around, forcing his eyes to stare at the blank wall facing away from Sarah. First it was Alex nearly nude and now it was Sarah. He didn't understand why he felt so uncomfortable and embarrassed. From the moment he got home that's all he had been feeling. To be honest, Alex was feeling way more than just uncomfortable and embarrassed, he was experiencing emotions he wasn't use to. Emotions and feelings he couldn't quite name. He could hear Sarah's struggles coming from behind him. Alex opened his mouth to say, but it took him a few moments before he managed words. "You okay? Do you want me to leave? Or help? Or something?"

((Haha it's all good.))

Alex slowly went over to Sarah and helped her pull (down?) her shirt. He could feel her discomfort and tried not to think about the awkward tension between them as he helped the slayer dress. He didn't say anything when he was done, he simply took a step back giving her some space. Alex sighed running a hand through his dark locks. His hair was getting long, he would need to get it cut soon. "Anything else I can do for you?" He asked. He knew her side must be killing her.

Violet let out a snort. "At least you're not being sarcastic for once," she said, squatting next to the chair with needle and thread in one hand and an acohol-laden cloth in another. "I'll have to make sure you're hurt more often." She gingery pressed the cloth to his wound, keeping her eyes focused on her work. She didn't look at his - actually very buff - chest. Of course he was buff. Everyone here was buff. Violet was buff. Even innocent, won't-even-cuss Sarah was buff. "Don't frikking move, or I'll mess up," Violet warned as she started the stitches. At first she tried stitching with only one hand, but when she accidentally pulled too tight all of a sudden, she placed a hand on his bare chest to steady herself. Awkwardness emanated from every atom of her being. She wished she had just gone up to bed when they got home. Finally, after seemed like forever, she was done. "Hopefully I haven't caused too much internal bleeding," she said as she wrapped some gauze around his chest.

Daniel looked at Lexi for a moment, intruiged, taking the bag with a small "thank you". He tossed the bag between his hands as he listened. "Oh, I never would have known," he said to Lexi. "You have more of a handle on all this than I ever did." Despite their calmness, however, he just couldn't get over Will's answer. "But... born a vampire?" he asked, incredulous. "Meaning you've been around so long you can't remember or you just... woke up like this?" How was that even possible, to have no memories of being a human?

Alex nodded in reply. He figured that, that was his cue to leave, however he made no effort to do so. The funny thing was that he didn't want to. This was weird for him. Alex craved for solitude, but here he was in Sarah's room wanting her company. Was he looking for her to be a friend? Was he looking to connect with someone in the house? Have to stay tuned for that one folks. After a few awkward moments of just standing there Alex spoke. "Well, I guess I better leave then. If you need anything else I'll be in my room." With that Alex turned and headed out of the slayer's room and down the hall to his own. He closed the door gently before slowly scanning around his room. He had a few clothes on the floor near his closet and a bunch of books and papers out on his desk, but other than that his room was practically empty. It was boring and dull. He had lived a good majority of his life in the house, but he had never put any personality into his room. Not like he had anything to put up. Alex was indifferent when it came to music and the last time he'd seen a movie was over three months ago. He did read some, but he didn't have any favorites - none that are mainstream anyway. Slaying was his life. There was nothing else to it but that. Alex sighed before heading to his window. He opened it before climbing out onto the roof. He laid down, laying arms underneath his head, treating arms like a pillow. The boy blinked his hazel eyes as he watched the blanket of stars above him. That was the good thing about not living in the city. You could always count on a starry night. That was something Alex looked forward too after a long night of slaying. He let of a long breath, letting his worries slip away.

Nicoleta sat at her computer, typing away to their sources. When she was done, she read back through some emails from the past day, still confused as to what had happened at that night. It didn't make sense. Her sources had told them to go west, but the rave at been in the east. The sources were always right. They had never been wrong in the past. But why were they that night? It was just so strange. The blond sighed, leaning her head against her hand as her elbow rested on the smooth wooden desk. Maybe she was just overreacting. People can make mistakes right? But her sources were former Lamia Confectores. Lamia Confectores never make mistakes. Nicoleta had some investigating on her hands. Yet another thing to add to her never ending to-do list. What she really needed to do was talk to Jace. Get him to spill the dets. on how he knew about the rave. She knew she would get nothing out of him now; she had to give him some space to (somewhat) recover. Nicoleta moaned feeling a headache coming on. She had a lot of work ahead of her.

Sarah hadn't wanted Alex to leave, and that scared her a little. She had always liked Alex- he was cool and collected, the best Slayer she knew, next to Jace. She thought that those two boys were probably about equal, and that they must not be as human as everyone else, the way they fought. She hadn't been attracted to him, though.. Had she? Sure, he was good looking, his voice as deep as his eyes, but.. Sarah shook her head a little, sighing softly. She didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't date him, anyway. That wasn't allowed, as far as she knew- dating within the team. Sure, the LC's dated, but never within groups. It would cloud judgment, make you sloppy. With that, Sarah walked to her door, pulling it open before going down the stairs, not bothering to stop when she saw the three other members of her team. She needed air, she thought as she pulled the door open, closing it briskly behind he as she walked out into the night. She headed down the little path to the orchard, sitting on the small stone bench. The house was still well within sight, and she could even see Alex's window, though the shadows there blocked all else from view- she could just make out the glassy pains of Jace's room next to the other boys, but that was it. With a soft sigh, Sarah looked up, her gaze peering through the trees up at the starry sky, the large white orb among them shining a soft light upon her face, making her smile. She felt better now. She blushed a little, the ghostly memory of Alex's touch flitting across her making her shiver a little.


"Yeah," he said a little playfully, "But that was my favorite." Still, the boy had tossed the shirt, but had gotten into trouble with his caretaker when she saw his face. "Yeah yeah," he grumbled, slowly walking towards the living room. He had to hold onto the chair, then the wall, for support. He paused in the doorway, not looking back as he spoke. "Hey, Violet?" he said quietly. "I know I talk a lot of shit, and I annoy you all of the time, but.." he paused, trailing off. "I dunno. Never mind," he said, shoving himself off of the wall with a grunt as he kept going. "Thanks again," he mumbled to her as he made it to the couch, basically collapsing onto it. He would only let himself rest for a moment, he told himself. Then, he had to get out. He had to go see someone, go do whatever it was he did at night.


Lexi listened to Will, saddened all over again for him, for his lack of human life. Lexi's had not been pleasurable, but at least she knew what it was like. She remembered her heartbeat, the blush that filled her cheeks naturally and not just after she had eaten. She remembered running through fields until she was too winded to continue, burning muscles and a throbbing temple. She could still taste delicious foods like fruit and chocolate, though their memory paled in comparison to the taste of blood. She remembered all of it, but he, her friend, he would never feel these things. He would never truly live. It broke her heart for him. Forcing her gaze away from him, she turned around, knowing that she had been watching him with sad eyes. "Will, don't drink that way," she told him, her voice warning even though he was her senior. She had noticed the look Daniel had shown.
William could feel Lexi's eyes on him, and he knew the sadness in them would break his heart if he looked. He looked up in time to see her turn away, thankful that he hadn't caught her eye. "Sorry love," he murmured, setting the bottle down on the end table next to the couch. He was still in pain, his arm hurting something awful. "I think," he started with a slight frown, "I'll go to bed. You two.. Do whatever," he said with a half-smile as he stood in a fluid motion. "I'll see you later." With that, the man turned and walked down the hallway to the very last bedroom, opening the door before going inside. He pulled the curtains closed before pulling his metal blind down over the windows, securing himself from the sunlight so he would sleep well. He turned then, getting into his bed without bothering to change out of his clothes, only taking his boots off.

Violet felt like she should help him, even stepped forward to, but she stopped when he got to the doorway. She didn't respond to him, only stared at him with a blank expression. Was he... trying to apologize? Her heart melted for him then, her grudge eroding the tiniest bit. When he was gone, she left, feeling more confused than she had in a long time.

Daniel watched Lexi, saw the look in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking - that Will would never know how it feels to really be alive. Daniel remembered his own life, almost 300 years ago, and how it was filled with overwhelming happiness and laughter. He remembered his friends and his family and his love, the parties at his uncle's and fishing in the bay and the moonlight on the streets of Boston. But he also remembered those he knew killed in an instant in the war, and the rest withering away to dust as he left them behind. He waited until Will had left before speaking. "Is it really better," he asked, that faraway look in his eyes, "to have had a human life and loose it then to never have had one at all?"