It was beautiful, no mesmerizing, that steady rhythmic beat that came from that pulsating, glowing lime green mutinous glob. She could have watched it expand and contract for hours. What was this miraculous palpitating creation made of? Would it welcome her touch? Of course, it would, in fact she was so certain of that. She was never surer of anything and that very thrilling high of that blood coursing through her all but parched veins. The closer the ashen haired vampire got the closer it felt like she was to divinity. That globule green heart was like a beacon to her soul, one she hadn't even been aware of until this night. She had to touch it, for a brush of a moment her whole world seemed suspended in a tantalizing breath just before those fingertips reach out, tentatively at first. Sebastian was all but background noise as his cry of her name falls upon deaf ears, his attempt to grasp her attention all but overshadowed in comparison to... this glorious heart globule magical entity! At least.. until it exploded, all over them, coating the duo in a thick vile substance of whatever was inside of it, as though it threatened to adhere to their skin entirely. It was then that the glamour had been violently decimated, right before her wide teal eyes, that rug had been pulled right from under her feet.
Shock had encumbered them both, suspended there in disgust and utter surprise, whilst her hand drew to her face to scoop some of that awful substance from it. She could hardly help that drawn out sigh, that sludge was not so easy to remove. Especially not from her clothing. It was painfully apparent that this was nothing but a nasty little trick. Petra moved slowly, dripping with goo and humiliating to now face that unimpressed companion who had looked the equivalent to a drowned rat. She faired not much better beneath that terrible lime-green muck, her face distorting into pout that mirrored the very despair that she felt in that moment. How miserable this was and how quickly that high of having fed in the first time in forever had been swallowed wholly. She whimpered, that very sound as pitiful as she felt, before claiming how warm she felt. It was such a strange sensation to feel upon her usually cool flesh.
Was it the effects of that goo? Sebastian seemed to suspect much of the same. "What kind of substance could do that?" She mused softly, not entirely expecting an answer. She attempted to scrape some more of that vile goop from her form, flinging it onto the floor by her feet. It was useless trying to rid herself of it here and it was then Sebastian suggested they get cleaned up. The offer in itself was more appealing than even finding another vein to feed from. Her hand reached out gently, her movements filled with an awkward guilt as that hand began to rub her other arm in a soothing touch. How strange it was to find out that the very touch seemed to....hurt, which in turn prompted a slight shudder to her form. Both sopping wet vampires walked back toward the mansion, spirits entirely diminished and unyielding expressions on their face. That walk was nothing short of silent misery.
That sullied mood made the woman completely oblivious to the grumbled mention to the perplexed guards. They truthfully hadn't been gone all that long to truly justify their disheveled state. Clearly something had went wrong very... very quickly. It was witnessed in their judgmental, concerned faces, those lingering looks at her direction had made it clear that she was to blame in their eyes. How Petra hardly cared of much in that very moment besides her own misery, not even those guards seemed appealing like they once had before.
What she would have given to bury her fangs in their neck before they left and now, that desire all but squashed. It was the chastising tone of the other vampire's velvet voice that grew her almost guiltless appearing eyes to draw toward him. When was the last time someone scolded her!? That frown deepened and yet that culpability that gripped her. "I have touched enough for one night.. Thank you." The woman sounded nothing but disappointed. That despondent sigh soon followed, her head felt funny, like baby spiders marched within her skull, filling it with cottonlike cobwebs.
Once inside that mansion they were soon greeted. Petra's attention had soon snapped toward that skittering beast that all but slid upon that tile, nails dancing and pattering against the polished surface of marble or whatever expensive surface the floor was made from. That commanding voice slid through entrance, that sound all but echoing upon the walls as Sebastian called for someone. But what was more notable to her was how happy that hound was to see its master! How loyal. Her eyes widen as she took in the look of undiluted love, as that big rottweiler wiggled his little tail in sheer glee, his mouth parting in what seemed like a canine's smile. "Maxwell.." She repeated softly, allowing the name to trace upon her lips. Repeating it after her vampire companion had said it. "I thought animals hated our kind.." She uttered out loud, the realization settling within her chest. It was then that an attentive man, soon followed the excited dog's approach. Petra almost felt the need to cower, hardly liking the way she was feeling and in a stranger's presence which only brought on a sense of discomfort.
There was no indication that Sebastian felt the same, that command easily leaving his lips. He spoke with such an intense commanding voice, that anyone would be forced to listen. Petra's wary glance of Charles was interrupted as she all but stared at the other vampire like he had all the answers to life itself. In but an instance, once Sebastian had uttered his commands, he turned to disappear up the winding staircase before them to his own quarters. A shower and new clothes did sound appealing.. But it was this Charles she seemed wary of. When he turned unexpectedly toward her in attempts to lead the woman to a spare bedroom upstairs. It hardly made much sense why she hissed at the man, flashing her fangs at him like he was some kind of threat. He hardly earned such a reaction.
The tan and black rottweiler seemed to look at her with a perplexed look upon his face, his tail still moving back and forth sitting with an adorable lopsided expression. With a reluctance and shaking her head to rid herself of that feeling, she followed him, her teal eyes boring into the man as though she hardly trusted him. Perhaps it was that strange warmth that emanated through her.. Could it have been the librarian blood she wondered? Her skin grew increasingly heated as time scraped on and yet she remains ever cautious of the undeserving, gallant Charles. Once arrived to the empty bedroom, she could hardly imagine what the master bedroom looked like if this was a mere spare in its pristine condition. Her gaze examined that room, her eyes narrowed upon Charles who easily flipped on the lights which brought a warmth to it, then moved to an attached bathroom. How that light seemed to agitate her very eyes! It was clearly Charles who was the source of such agitation. He was making her feel this way, what a rude spiteful little man! She gave him a complete dirty look as he left, hoping that would be the last of him. Maybe she was simply cranky because she didn't have enough to eat... Or perhaps librarian was hardly filling enough.
As if on autopilot, the woman stepped into the shower, that bathroom was nothing short of luxurious, every towel and decoration in pristine order. She studied every last detail as if committing them to memory so that one day she could replicate it with her illusions. With ease, she melted into that hot, steaming shower, careful to wash clean every last slimy stitch of that goo that clung to her figure. At the very least it didn't smell.
Once that entirely mundane task was finished, she should have felt better but that was hardly the truth. Her skin burned, not even from the hot water, but from something within. Petra was assaulted what could only be described as the chills, feeling cold even though she was scalding hot. She wrapped her slender form wrapped itself in that oversized towel, it did nothing to help in that sensation that assaults her. A frown etched itself upon her face before noticing that Charles had done as promised. Her clothes were gone and replaced with a dress and undergarments. It was not her usual style and yet she would simply make do. She slid that hugging dress to her form even though that very fabric irritated her flesh for no fault of its quality. A peculiar sensation then burst through her body and out through her mouth and nose she was hardly in control over. The vampire sneezed! She rubbed her nose, as though it did something remarkable then even though it made her head hurt. That pout returning to her face before walking across the room to an ornate mirror. Petra was almost taken back by what she saw... dark circles appeared underneath her eyes and she looked drawn out, perhaps even more so with her sickly pallor.
Panic seemed to over take her then before she was assaulted with another sneeze! "Sebastian!" She cried out loud... something was not right.. She all but ran and burst out of that door in that fit of fright. What was happening to her? Oh god, this couldn't be good. "Sebastian!" She yelled again, her voice flooded with true fear, if her heart still beat it would have been bursting through her chest. She drew in a breath through her nostrils as if to scent him out only to find her nose was stuffed! What was happening? "I think I'm dying!"