Kai’s Sunday afternoon odd encounter(Kai)
Date: 2025-07-06 14:50
(Kai’s Sunday afternoon odd encounter(Kai):Kai)
[Sun Jul 6 2025]
In
This austere, secluded living space is relatively undecorated. Either recently moved in, found lacking, or merely je ne sais quoi, it is characterized by someone with few worldly possessions. There are two alcoves- one where something is to be placed like a portrait above a fire place, and another where the bed sits. An inverted crucifix made of copper and glass awaits adorns the end of the bed.
It is about 70/span>/span21C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Church and Sidney/span>/span(Your target and their allies encounter a newly made vampire who hasn’t been taught by their maker and doesn’t know what they are.
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Meridith is at present, lounging in bed in her undies. But can be dressed and elsewhere as appropriate
While Meridith is laying in bed in her undies, she hears a loud BANG. The sound is coming from her front door. The sound stops and there’s a distant murmur of words that are low enough in volume to be indecipherable but loud enough that she can make out that it’s English and that the speaker is most likely female. After several seconds she can hear the sound of a slow creak as the front door opens and the knob bumps against the wall.
Someone is in the house.
Meridith sighs soft, she rolls off the bed and snags a shirt, pulling it over her torso, and snatches her sword, never too far from her. She leaps over the bed in a gentle nimble motion and through the door. She rests the sword around her hip, listening carefully as she steps light towards the door
Meridith can hear footsteps, shuffling around in the house. The sound of a sink running can be heard at one point and then stops. The footfalls sound rather panicked and disorganized, not like they’re heading in a particular direction – and certainly not toward the bedroom where Meridith finds herself – at least not yet.
The sounds of drawers being pulled out and cupboards being thrown open is audible to Meridith thanks to her enhanced hearing and the mild noise she made getting her clothing and weapon don’t appear to have revealed her presence to the intruder just yet. After a minute or two the sink is turned off and there’s still shuffling sounding from elsewhere in the house.
Meridith drops stealth. She breaks into a quick step to ambush whoever it is that’s in the house. Silent rapid footfalls. She is sure there’s likely no threat, but why take chances?
Virtually no sound is made as Meridith slips from the room. The intruder isn’t even attempting to be quiet, they seem focused on speed more than anything. The front door is wide open and Meridith can see a slight, dark-haired woman with a bob cut rifling through one of the cupboards. There’s a half-empty glass of water on the counter and she’s popped a drink from the fridge and left the container on the ground, its contents spilled out in a puddle behind her.
She abruptly stands and retches, habit or instinct or conscientiousness has her aim for the sink and it almost all finds its way into the basin. Meridith is able to see the vomit and it’s all watery, with coppery-pink tinges in it. The young woman holds onto the edge of the counter and shudders, sobbing softly.
She still does not appear to have noticed Meridith.
Meridith lets out a sharp whistle, and keeps her blade at her side, hand resting on it. “Girlie, the fuck is wrong with you…?” She wonders, keeping her distance for now. She winces at the vomit, sympathetic and a little grossed out.
With a spin the girl turns, mucusy spittle still clinging to her mouth, she wipes her face, pink-tinged tear tracks running down her cheeks, and when her forearm comes away from her mouth, her lips are peeled back, revealing a pair of extended canines. But despite the aggressive state of her fangs, her mud brown eyes reflect her fear, widening as she sees Meridith’s sword. She glances to the open door. A possible escape.
“I.. I didn’t think anyone was home. I’ll go. Please let me just go?” she asks, her voice quavering as she speaks.
There’s a dent in the front door, but it appears it wasn’t kicked in. Instead, it looks lke the dead bolt (or equivalent) was picked after the initial attempt to bash the door down didn’t work.
Meridith shakes her head. “You’re not going anywhere. If you’re trouble, I’m going to deal with you. If you’re -in- trouble. I’m going to help you. Why don’t you start by telling me what the fuck is going on…?” he asks
The girl glances wildly around herself, she doesn’t find whatever she’s looking for, but she does inch closer to the half empty glass of water, her eyes fixed on Meridith and her sword.
“I’m not trouble… I’m not trouble, you don’t have to deal with me. I just… I was out… and the guy I was with just wouldn’t take no for an answer. I tried to get away but he hit me with something,” a slight, dark-haired woman with a bob cut says, “He was on top of me when I snapped out of it… not like that,” she’s quick to say, as if embarrassed by her wording, “His mouth was on my neck and I just… I was too weak to move. I must have passed out but today when I woke up, I just had to get out of the sun… I’m so dehydrated. I’m sorry, I’ve never broken into a place before.”
While most of the story sounds sincere, her last sentence is spoken in such a way that it’s clear she’s likely lying or not entirely telling the truth. The clearly picked door is further evidence of that.
Meridith exhales soft. She gives the girl a look of pity, and steps over towards her. She holds out her wrist and hovers it before her face. She puts instinct to test, and appraises the girl closely. She has an obvious presumption.
Meridith peers at her expectantly
At first, there’s no change from the girl. Her expression is confused at the offer of Meridith’s wrist, she seems to misinterpret that Meridith is offering out her hand. Her own lifts, fingers extending, but then there’s a slight change. The sight of the smooth, bare wrist, the subtle pulse just beneath the surface of her flesh. Something Meridith has likely tuned out but the girl is just picking up on.
“I… what’re you…” she begins and swallows, her mud brown eyes fixed with barely restrained hunger on that faint pulse beneath Meridith’s wrist.
There’s a moment of hesitation, her body taut and tight and then the choice is made and instinct takes over as she lunges toward Meridith, trying to grab the other woman’s arm. But she’s weak, she’s clearly not had any formal fighting training and likely little to no informal experience. Meridith has the upper hand.
Meridith/span>/spanRestraint is now gone from a slight, dark-haired woman with a bob cut, she was lost in a desert and found her oasis. She’s inexperienced, her fangs don’t immediately find the vein, it takes a couple of bites before she strikes oil, so to speak, and her mouth clamps on Meridith’s wound, her hands tightly wrapped around her wrist as she suckles greedily from the flow.
The girl doesn’t seem to be capable of listening to Meridith at the moment as she slakes her thirst. Meridith may feel the first little spell of dizziness as she’s fed upon, the pain from her bites not helped at all due to the lack of a trance.
The girl is insatiable and while her transformation has made her a bit stronger, she’s still only a bit stronger than a human, yet she clamps onto Meridith’s arm like it’s a life preserver after she’s been adrift at sea for days. There’s no sign she plans to stop on her own accord.
Meridith lets this proceed for a moment longer, before gripping the back of her throat tight. “-Release-” she commands in a dark and dangerous voice. She grips tighter and tries to pry her wrist free, taking whatever comes as a result. She seems ready to put the hurt, if this continues.
It’s the combination of the grip on the back of her neck and the command that causes a slight, dark-haired woman with a bob cut, to withdraw, blood trickling down her chin. She wipes her mouth and laps it up like milk, her eyes heavy lidded, a moan of satisfaction leaves her parted lips and she glances back to Meridith’s wrist. There’s definitely a moment where the woman tenses, as if ready to rush in for another sip. But she sees the sword, the danger in the command she was given and she stays back.
“He… what did he do? Oh god, he didn’t…” she gasps, only now seeming to understand what’s happened to her, her eyes wide, watering up with pink-tinged tears.
Meridith shakes her head. “Your okay…it’s okay. You…-are- changed but, it is not as terrible as you might think.” She fights off the light headed nature, bleeding having stopped already either by her accidentally or her own regenerative abilities. She exhales soft and leans back. “I’m Meridith. I can be a friend, if you wish for one?”
Hesitation again. Mud brown eyes searching Meridith’s as she takes in the words and wipes away at her tears. She nods. Then she nods a second time, as if more to herself. She takes a couple of steps forward.
“I’m Megan. A friend would be great right now. Really great. But is there anywhere I can lay down for now? I’m exhausted.”
Meridith/span>/span“Thank you. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know,” she can’t seem to articulate what she means as Megan follows Meridith down to the basement. There’s no funny business, no tricks. The girl finds a likely spot in the basement and curls up. Sated for the time being and as far from the sun as she can reasonably hope to get, she falls asleep, appearing for all intents and purposes like a dead woman kept in Meridith’s basement, her chest doesn’t rise as she slumbers, nor does she snore.
For now, at least, the fledgeling vampiress has discovered what she is and she has a new friend to help her come to terms with her new life.
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