Christopher
Eliza tapped her bottom lip in pensive thought for a few moments trying to think of a plan to get the girl out safely. Guards were likely on the way to apprehend the so called 'witches', her enhanced hearing could pick up faint suspicious whispers. 

"I have an Idea, Thyri. But you have to trust me, it's quite *Unconventional*."

Eliza chuckled to herself as she finished speaking, swiftly turning her back to Thyri and making her way to the unfortunate man with the chunk missing from his neck. The man had bled out from his wounds and was in a large puddle of his own demise. Eliza cocked her head to the side and admired her handywork- it was a guilty pleasure of hers to watch her enemies die, to study their movements as they died. The process of death was always fascinating to Eliza, she would often watch sorrowfully as the butterflies died in her garden, but watching an adversary die was a different- more enjoyable performance. 

Eliza looked down at the man once more time with a wide toothy smile, scoffing to herself before kicking his body with enough force that he flew into the wall with a loud crack. Eliza then made her way to the center of the pool and reached out her hand towards Thyri. If Thyri would oblige, she would use her hemomancy to transport them to a nearby puddle of blood- perhaps a bleeding animal, a murder scene, but Eliza had a fountain set up nearby so they could simply port there. 

"Take my hand, Thyri Sigtrygg"
Jefferey
Her brain was swarmed with thoughts and possiblities. Going out the front was definitely the worst possible option, so they needed to figure out something that would actually keep the mrather hidden. The town was likely waking up by now, especially with all the noise the fight had made.

Then, it seemed like the regal lady had an idea pop in her mind. Thyri could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight in response.

Thyri watched as the man was kicked to the side, his body slamming into another and a spurt of blood painting a grusome scene onto the nearby wall. The blacksmith's face scrunched up in disgust from the noise it made, and she could only shudder as her imagination took over and permanently seared the images of the body into her mind. She wasn't going to be able to eat beef for a while. Luckily, chicken still existed. She could only pray that the images would one day fade, or at least become more bearable.

With a nervous look on her face, she studied the pale hand that was offered. Thyri couldn't help but notice each feature that was upon it. Perfectly sharpened nails, at first glance the limb seemed dainty, Thyri was unsure how, but she could accurately describe the limb as royal. A beautiful part of a body that thousands would spend to keep clean. She knew the horror that such a limb could enact, the sprays of blood and the skeletal grasp waiting beneath.

With a deep inhale, she took the hand. In comparison, Thyri's hands had been worn by time. They were rugged, bulky and scarred. Yet she still did her best to not break even a single fingernail upon the vampire's hand.
Christopher
Eliza smirked as Thyri grasped her hand, gently pulling her close into an embrace until they were chest to chest. Eliza then looked down at the girl with a loving smile as she spoke softly. 

"Take a deep breath, hold it- choking on blood is as gruesome as you'd imagine."

Eliza then closed her eyes for a moment before opening them swiftly to reveal the whites of her eyes have been replaced with a deep crimson. If Thyri was paying attention she would note the puddle seemingly deepening, the reflection of their bodies that once sat atop the puddle now replaced with an endless abyss of red. 

"Brace yourself"

Mere seconds after Eliza spoke the pair would be plunged into the puddle and find themselves suspended in a bloody liminal zone with hazy visions all around them- one of a manor, one of a sewer and a strange cathedral. Eliza kept her arms wrapped firmly around Thyri as not to loose her in the endless abyss of blood. The two sank deeper and deeper until their feet touched solid ground and the blood around them seemed to drain away into nothing. 

The two then found themselves standing within an ornate fountain depicting a mermaid sitting atop a rock with a small pearl in her hand. The craftsmanship of the fountain was something to marvel at, chiseled marble with gold accents all servings the gruesome purpose of housing her blood. The fountain seemed to be in the center of a cemetery except there was only one gravestone. The cemetery was home to plenty of gardens, statues of a beautiful girl clad in black with a cat on her shoulder. 

Eliza then looked down to Thyri, her clothes and skin dry as before- seemingly unshaded by being drenched in blood moments ago.

"You okay dear?"
Jefferey
Being pulled close was quite a surprise, Thyri couldn't help the flush that came to her cheeks for a moment. It was weirdly comforting. The smile, the closeness. It reminded her of home.

The words that followed, however, did *Not* Inspire confidence at all.

She was quick to take a deep breath, before her eyes widened at the crimson eyes that seemed to shine in the candlelight. Her attention was taken wholly by the beautiful sight in front of her. Thyri was no stranger to beauty, she worked around it each and every day within her forge. Yet still, she found it unfair that such beauty existed in the world

Then, she was plunged into blood.

To say that it was a pleasant experience, was to blatantly lie. It was horror incarnate. The lifeblood of humans surrounding her as she was flung through the crimson abyss. In a moment of shock, she found her own arms wrapping around Eliza, holding on for dear life. Her eyes burned from the blood, an unfamiliar liquid rushing through. Yet she was unable to close her eyes, perhaps some part of her was much too curious for her own good.

When the blood drained, Thyri coughed loudly as she regained her breath once again. She could only imagine the horrors that could lay within such a place. Her eyes sought refuge with anything in the area. Wildly flicking from object to object as she slowly realized where they had arrived. A strange cemetery that certainly wasn't familiar to her. Thyri took another deep breath before she spoke.

"A-Aye. I'm fine... Just.. Was not expecting me night to go like this."

She couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. She was lucky the blood had been cleared from her hair. It would be a nightmare to clean out.