Wilma
The bars within the Agnin city were a rather rough and tumble area, full of rowdy individuals ready to jump at the first person that looked at them wrong. Having a weapon strapped to your side was certainly a grand way of keeping such ne'er-do-wells at bay. On this rather gorgeous night, Aspeth had gone without her hat or her coat, even her holster was gone. Well, that was a lie, she still had a flintlock strapped to her side in her sash, but the usual holsters across her chest were missing.

Beside her lay a full tankard of ale, her third of the night. She was celebrating obviously, having taken a grand victory against a bitch Champion and her hag God. Oh, tonight was certainly a night to be celebrated. She could not wait for the stories to properly spread, about how a high and mighty Champion had been brought low by a mere mortal and in her rage had murdered a poor young lass. She didn't particularly care about the woman who had died. But what a perfect bit of timing, she truly was in the right place at the right time for Aspeth.

She was in a good mood and high spirits, the beautiful and practiced grin on her face was telling. Even when she moved there seemed to be an added bounce, drawing eyes to her as she turned around to lean against the bar. Taking the tankard up once more, she cheered to herself as she sipped at the beverage. If there was one thing that she would have to complain about, it was how *Lonely* This victory was. Most were too scared to come up to her, or busy with a group of there own. Erasil above, she sometimes she wished for people to be a bit braver.
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Ah well, not much she was able to do about it other than look pretty and keep the drinks flowing. She was enjoying herself either way. It was a beautiful night, and she was going to rest. Her bandaged arm was still a bit numb from whatever poison that cobra had, but she had luckily been able to get it to a apothecary. Luckily it seemed like they didn't really ask about where one got a snake bite.

Holding up one hand, she watched as a spark danced between her fingers. For a moment, she pondered what life might have been if she had decided to stay at home and pursue a place in the academy her parents had so badly wished for her to go to. Would she have been a master of flames at this point? Perhaps she would have already delved to the deepest depths of the ocean. Shaking the thoughts away, she scoffed and laughed to herself. Whilst she might have been a high value person, she would have *Hated* Such a lifestyle. 

She was much better off where she was.
Samantha
The seedier taverns of Agnin City were some of Hallie's favorite hunting grounds. No one looked twice when a fight broke out. Her prey weren't often the sort of people anyone noticed were missing; and even if they were, they wouldn't look into it because there was no point, murders here didn't get solved. It was a common pastime for her to either lurk or post up in one of these taverns. Even if she wasn't hungry, there was always some kind of fun to be had. The people watching was *Fantastic*. 

This particular evening she had decided to post up in a dark corner of the tavern, slowly nursing a mug of ale. Though she was quite beautiful, with her sea-kissed blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and milky skin, none dared approach her. The aura she gave off was like a cat lying in wait for a mouse, though she was all smiles and charming words for the barmaids that passed by. However it didn't generally quite work in her favor, since a full smile for her revealed incredibly sharp canine fangs that most found a bit off-putting. She wore her long black coat, though the cold had stopped bothering her decades ago, mostly out of habit. Tonight she felt like leaving the hat in her room, wanting to feel the moonlight on her face when she had been outside. At the current moment, the nearby mounted candelabra cast a faint glow over her that only accentuated her already washed out features.

With a sigh, those icy blue eyes watched the last barmaid saunter away. Taking a long swig from the mug, she felt quite frustrated, building the urge to start a fight. She was hungry, anyway. It was so incredibly unfortunate that she'd had to kill her girlfriend; she'd actually quite loved her, which had become increasingly rare for the vampire. Though it had been many months ago now, she still felt the pang of grief. But there was no guilt or shame accompanying it, really only regret that it now left her alone. Elise had made her choice, and she paid for it. To Hallie, it was as simple as that. Nothing, no one, would stop her from getting what she wanted. And at the time she couldn't stand to be under that bastard of a captain anymore. Due to his pressgang tacts of acquiring and keeping his monstrous crew, kill or be killed was the only way out. 

Almost having decided to leave and see what sod she could lure into an alleyway, her sharp eyes lighted on a somewhat familiar figure at the bar. She must've been brooding too long, as she knew she wouldn't have missed such a gorgeous thing walking in. Her eyes hungrily scanned up and down, both ogling and trying to place the woman. After a moment of thought, she remembered: Aspeth, was her name. They'd done a job together months back, not terribly long after the vampire had broken free. Must've been why she didn't pursue this woman, her grief being too fresh to feel up to it at the time. But that hadn't lasted long. She remembered Aspeth's impressive skill in battle, the joy she saw in her face at deceiving people; it was *Delicious*.

Grabbing her mug and walking over, she took the seat next to her at the bar just as Aspeth created a few sparks. Tilting to her head to the side as she faced and regarded her acquaintance, she nearly purred, **"How did you know how I was feeling? Sparks** ***Certainly*** **Are flying. Such a pleasure to see you again, Aspeth."** She flashed a soft yet lethal grin.
Wilma
Aspeth was watching the barkeep clean an old tankard that she was certain he always seemed to have. There was no chance that it wasn't already clean. It was practically polished to a shine. Though, she could certainly understand why. A barkeeper doing nothing always looked so odd, so cleaning even a mere tankard was quite a neat trick to have up one's sleeve. She had used it plenty of times when she was acting within a crowd. It made people's eyes believe she was meant to be there.

Whilst she was lost in her thoughts, a single voice stuck out from the crowd. Hearing the voice did perk her eyebrow up. Oddly familiar and strangely sweet. If she wore a poet, she'd liken it to some sweet shite like a candy or some colour. But Aspeth was no poet, nor did she particularly care for having such a creative bone in her body. But when she heard her name, now *That* Caught her attention. Finally, she was getting the recognition that she deserved. A sly grin appeared on her face as she allowed the sparks to fade away.

"Well, perhaps I'm able to read the future. If sparks are flying, then why don't we light the whole barrel, Hallie." She turned to face the vampress, taking a moment to gaze up and down her outfit as she let out a hum. "You're certainly looking dashing tonight. Got plans?" A bit of sarcasm was within her words. She could remember how late the woman would stay up, and with how pale she was it wasn't difficult to assume she was one of those who laid in undeath. But, she had been a damn good hand within the job, and she wasn't going to be judging someone off of what they were. Unless they were a Champion, Demigod or other religious person who didn't worship her Goddess. But this was an old friend of hers. She made a gesture to the barkeeper, and turned to properly face the woman.
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"You've caught me at *Such* A grand time. Just bested a Champion in her own home. So I am drinking plenty tonight." Laughter escaped the woman as she placed the tankard down. It certainly seemed like the night was going to be getting better and better. "Truth be told, I was just looking for a bit of company. Suppose my prayers have been answered." She flashed a wink before snickering to herself. Oh, she could already tell it was going to be quite a fun night now.

"How have you been now, Hallie? How long has it been?" That old job back in Yronis felt like it was years ago. She could barely remember how much they haad been paid, but Hallie had left a good enough impression to keep nice and fresh within her memories. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was flowing through her system already, but the slight red tinge to her cheeks was not easily missed, nor was how her smile seemed to be much brighter than usual.
Samantha
The vampire's toothy grin widened in delight, which only served to make her look more feral. If she was looking to catch the average woman, she had to be more careful, all closed lip smiles. But Aspeth had a touch of that madness about her that Hallie simply couldn't resist, and she knew that her fellow pirate wasn't afraid of her. Though fear could be appealing, it wasn't what she wanted to strike in a more constant companion. Continuing to sip her ale, she reached over with the other hand to momentarily stroke the back of Aspeth's hand holding her own mug, **"Good idea. I do** ***Love*** **A good explosion."** She laughed softly, **"And any future with you in it suits me just fine."** A pained look washed over features briefly, accompanied by a dramatic sigh, a tad of sarcasm in her tone as well, **"I know, I'm so very ravishing, but,"** She smirked, **"No one will bite. So I find myself quite free."**

Arched blonde brows raised and she nodded approvingly at the news. She hadn't been aware this beauty was *That* Skilled. **"Grand, indeed. I hope you made her suffer. I hate those pricks and their bastard gods."** Her tone was icy, and she knocked back a larger pull of her mug, beating it on the bar twice to summon the barkeep for more. She hated those zealous freaks. In her usual whiplash style of emotional cycling, once her mug was full again, she turned to her companion with a devilish grin, a hungry twinkle in her eye, all cool joy with no traces of the anger from seconds before remaining, **"Congratulations are in order, and celebrating certainly."** She spat in very brief disgust, **"Prayers have nothing to do with it, but I like you, so believe what you wish."** A very distant part of her whispered not to crush this woman's faith, as her own has been. Besides, the world would eventually do it for her.

Scrunching her features in thought, she rubbed her mug absent-mindedly. **"I think that was... Five months ago, give or take."** A small pang of grief hit her anew, but it only made her want to seek this conquest more. She cast a sly side eye at Aspeth, **"You know me. I've been leaving a bloody trail across the Empire. Quite fun."** She held up her clawed hands in mock defense, **"Though I've defeated no Champions.** ***That*** **Would be a display I'd ensure** ***Everyone*** **Saw."** With a sigh, she turned again to face her friend, **"I've been looking for a ship of my own, but it's damned hard to get one. I'd prefer to be my own master, but, I'd sail under the right person, I suppose."** 

Taking a slow sip and eyeing the other woman over top of her mug, she cooked, **"I'm also desperately hungry. Being in the seas with a crew for sometime but no fights is hard on me if no one will be generous."** She flashed a charming closed-lip smile, **"I hope you've been well, love. Been busy?"**
Wilma
"I certainly remember that you do." Her eyebrow perked up as her hand was stroked, but it wasn't like it was some sort of snake ready to leap out and bite. She might as well allow it. Leaning forward, she used her free hand to rest her her chin against her hand. "No one has taken even a nibble?" She looked aghast at the mere suggestion. "Impossible. A beauty such as yourself? I don't believe you." Her voice was teasing, and a snicker was soon to follow along. There was curiosity in her eyes however, was this bar so dull that beautiful woman were set to be ignored in favour of an ugly bastard with a pair of cards? Oh, what a travesty. Perhaps she would have to do her own work to fix such an issue, she didn't mind at all. A night with booze and a gorgeous woman? Most men would dream of having such a moment at least once in their lives.

"Oh darling, she was *Sobbing*. The hag had no clue what to do!" Uproarious laughter escaped her as she slammed a hand down. Good spirits was quite the way to give Aspeth a giggly mood. She'd likely laugh at almost anything in such a state. Who could blame her? Alcohol made almost everything so much funnier than it was. "If not prayers, then my dreams have certainly come true." A flirtatious wink was given, but she was quick to move onto the next topic. After all, Aspeth believed the best thing was to tease someone before reeling them in proper. It let her see just how they reacted. That was always the fun part.
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"Five months... Feels like it's been much longer than that." Being stuck in prison and hunting down a Champion was definitely a way to pass the time. Prison had certainly been rather enjoyable, having met the talking fish, swordsman and horned girl, she must say that the escape was a beautiful thing. It had even gotten her a proper musket as a gift. Oh, how she loved that weapon as if it were her child. It was such a beautiful piece of equipment. "If you weren't leaving a trail, I'd have to ask what you had done with the *Real* Hallie." Of course, Aspeth might not have known the woman all that well, she was still familiar with how she tended to do things. Perhaps that is what caused them to work so well in tandem, a similar fashion of dealing with issues. A good old knife stuck into the shoulder blades was always a grand way to fix a particularly noisy problem.

"Hungry? Well, perhaps *I* Could help with that tonight." How a crew could go without fighting was unbeknownst to her. Those crew fights were something to *Live* For. She still remembered her first like it was just the previous day. She had gotten clocked around the jaw so hard she had been seeing stars. There were times she wondered how that old burly fighter was doing. She hoped he was well. "Busy making a name for myself, certainly. You might have seen a poster or two with my perfect likeness painted on it."
Samantha
The vampire's grin turned wicked as it seemed Aspeth was willing to play her game. Winning was excellent, of course, but Hallie also found the chase, the back and forth, quite tantalizing as well. She feigned pitifulness with big sad eyes and a huff of a sigh. **"No, not even a sniff, never mind a nibble."** The mischief couldn't stay out of her face for long, as she flirted, **"Well, at least not from anyone I cared to indulge. Though that seems to be changing."** A few men, as always, had approached her before they noticed the fangs; they were easily distracted by her other assets. But women, generally, were more discerning, and it was hard at times to reel one in. When desperate to feed, she didn't care. But she was hoping for companionship, too, on this night.

Hallie drank in Aspeth's vicious joy, finding it very life-giving. While finding unruly sorts to work with was rather easy, it wasn't every day she found compatriots in cruelty, and she intended to soak it all in. She hummed with pleasure, **"I do so** ***Love*** **To break a person, to dash every last hope. I have to say I'm quite jealous. You did two of my favorite things in one fell swoop. I hope her suffering reaches her shitty god, too."** At her friend's flirty quip, she quirked a brow and smirked, leaning closer to whisper brusquely, **"Oh, is that so? Sounds like we're having the same dreams then."** She enjoyed playing along, also trying to get the upper hand, but as long as the other didn't walk away from the game, she didn't incredibly care who 'won.'

Nodding approvingly, she was pleased to see Aspeth remembered her. Not that many that met her and lived *Didn't*, but it was particularly pleasant to know she had wedged herself in the mind of a beautiful woman. **"I agree, it's certainly been a busy several months. If I'm not fielding jobs I'm playing with the hunters that trail me... Always busy."** At the offer of blood, the mild haze of lust in Hallie's blue eyes was overtaken by a far more intense hunger, and she immediately became somewhat distracted, staring with those sharp eyes at the other woman's slender neck for a moment before tearing her gaze away to look Aspeth in the eyes, **"That would be** ***Most*** **Welcome and appreciated. I promise I wouldn't take too much."** The hunger being closer to the surface now, she was somewhat less playful, though not entirely. She licked her bottom lip before raising her brows with an impressed nod, **"I thought I'd spied you around the Empire from time to time, it's a decent likeness. Though of course, it can't compare to the genuine article."**
Wilma
"A true tragedy for the ages. However could a beauty such as yourself be left alone. We'll have to remedy this right away, won't we?" Her eyebrow perked up as her grin widened. Her finger gently traced the rim of her tankard, her nail picked up a bit of the amber liquid that had remained from where her lips had been. She brought it up as if to inspect it for any impurities. Leaning back and holding it over her head, she allowed it to drip onto her tongue, making a show of the whole process. As she leaned forward once more, she rolled her shoulders as a soft sigh escaped her. It was a subtle movement, but it worked to adjust the lighting from the torches near her. It made her features that much more striking, all whilst seeming to be a natural change in the lighting.

"Most women are jealous of me. But that doesn't mean you have to worry, darling. Plenty of Champions to go around. For now." With her plans already being made, she believed that Champions would cause trouble for the common bandit and criminal no more. They would be forced into hiding and lose *All* That they had. Ah, there she went thinking about work whilst it was time for play. She truly was too focused on the job at hand at times. "A dream come true most certainly." She watched as the Vampress leaned in and whispered, the hairs on her neck standing up from the proximity. She knew what a vampire could do at such a close range
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It made it so much more enticing.

"The hunters do make for a bit of entertainment." She had her fair share of bounty hunters, but none of them would compare to a *Vampire Hunter*. She had heard stories of their strengths, and how some of them fought. They were quite the dirty bastards. If she didn't already have her own line of work, she might have taken up such a job for fun. She watched as the gaze within Hallie's eyes shifted, and she did not miss how her eyes roamed down to her throat. There was always that innate fear within a human whenever one in undeath looked towards them. But Aspeth was able to overpower such a fear, shifting in a way that teasingly left her neck in the open, almost inviting a bite. "I'm sure they were all beautiful posters, but those poor artists can't truly capture perfection, can they?" She had to admit she had seen some *Awful* Interpretations of her. So many seemed to fail to capture her beauty or just did an awful angle. It was sad to see such poor artists being made to draw up such a poster.
Samantha
Light blue eyes drank in the show before her, an unabashedly lecherous smirk on her lips. Finishing her own mug of ale, Hallie said alluringly, **"You certainly seem to be the balm for what ails me."** Which, while it was *Definitely* A line, wasn't entirely untrue. Aspeth could be a rather perfect companion for her and was certainly capable of meeting all her needs. Watching the light play over the other woman, she was starting to wonder which hunger would win out first, or if her impatience might trump it all.

A soft appreciative laugh escaped her; she'd forgotten quite how fun it was to connect with a like-minded woman this way. Raising her brows, icy blue eyes warning of her growing hunger, she wondered aloud, **"How about we bring the dream into reality then?"** Her grin widened, fang tips peeking out from her lips, **"At the very least, it'd likely be looked down upon for me to enjoy your delicious-smelling blood here in the open. Though,"** She looked around the rather dull tavern, **"That might liven it up a little."** Her mind swam with thoughts of watching the bright red drip down that sun-tanned neck, and she shivered slightly. Five days was a long time for her to go hungry, and she had just gotten back, having no luck yet with grabbing anyone. The more enticing her friend made herself, the more the animal in Hallie was priming to make a scene. 

Leaning closer once more and reaching out with one hand, fingertips lightly tracing down the line of Aspeth's neck, her voice was flirtatious but carried a thin blade of threat underneath. **"Of course not. The only way to capture something so perfect is to grab it,"** She pressed the tips of her claws into Aspeth's flesh just enough for it to prick, **"And refuse to let go."** The more she was tempted, the more her hunger grew, and the pupils of her blue eyes were large, like a cat that had cornered a mouse.
Wilma
Vibrant blue eyes moved to meet Hallie's own, as always there was a challenge waiting within them. A teasing and taunting look, ready for anything. She could see the impatience growing within the Undead, see the flicker in her eye that betrayed feeling after feeling. The eyes truly were a window to the soul. Aspeth's own eyes seemed to shine in the darkness, highlighting them above all other features. Her soft lips, and red tinged cheeks had nothing on the sapphire orbs that she used to see.

"Oh please, I doubt *Any* Of these idiots would be smart enough to notice. Maybe the bartender, but the rest?" She snickered as she took a moment to look out at the drunken masses. Too drunk to care, and too lively to have their attention wander. She could easily have stolen the attention of the bar with a single scream. "But lively might be exactly what we need, don't you think?" Something to make this atmosphere a bit more *Chaotic*. A bit of bloodshed never truly hurt anyone. Aspeth watched as the hand approached, normally she would never have allowed anyone to even touch her, but here she actually leant into the touch. She felt the gentle prick into her skin, and a small dribble of blood began to flow. It was a sickly sweet smell, tainted with the alcohol she had been drinking. "I must warn you though. As I'm sure you already know..."
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Aspeth brought her hand up, smearing the drop of blood on her finger and taking a moment to glance over it. "Once you've had a taste of perfection, you might never be satisfied with anything else again." A sly grin was on her face as she extended her hand outwards, the blood still smeared across her finger. It was as fresh as could be, and she knew that hovering her finger in front of the Vampress was going to affect her in such a grand way. Aspeth couldn't deny her pounding heart's sense of excitement at the possibilities.
Samantha
Seeing the mixture of bravado and deeply hidden fear in those dark blue eyes only incensed the vampire more. She savored when her meal was afraid, it was the most succulent spice; even better when they tried to pretend it wasn't there. The blood rising in her companion's cheeks made her salivate with near starvation. All traces of playfulness, humanity, and even lust were gone from her features. The beast was primary, and it was in near complete control. A distant part of her mind warned her to be careful, she didn't want to hurt Aspeth anymore than necessary, but the woman was making it difficult for her to retain any of her wits.

With a straight face, pupils so wide her eyes looked more like pools of black, she said brusquely, **"You make many good points, my dear. Clever and exciting, as always."** Her grip tightening on the pirate's neck, she leaned in again and put her other hand in Aspeth's hair, on the back of her head. This close, her companion would notice she smelled of whiskey and exotic spices, feel the cool radiating off her undead form.

The next move was all too much, and Hallie was guided by pure instinct alone. The pounding heart, the smell of blood in her face, made her completely wild, and the whole bar couldn't have separated her from Aspeth if they'd tried. Unable to think straight, let alone form words, she didn't respond to her friend's quip. The hand in her hair knotted, gripping tightly as she wrenched her head aside, her other arm looping around the woman's waist in an iron-like vice grip. Her teeth immediately sank into the delicate flesh, the blood bursting in her mouth to her great delight. 

Hallie was oblivious to all else while she fed, and anyone who tried to stop her would die. She felt intoxicated by Aspeth's scent, her taste, and it took her some time to regain enough sense to slow down, to stop before she drained too much. Her grips loosened, and she pulled away a fraction, laying her forehead on her companion's shoulder a moment and taking a deep breath. She lazily licked off the mess of blood from Aspeth's neck, pricking a fingertip and rubbing the drop over the holes she'd created. Slowly, they closed up, as if they'd never been there. 

Sitting back, with a cocksure smirk, Aspeth's blood still smeared on her lips, eyes alight and glowing anew, she practically cooed as she released her, **"I think you might be right, love. You won't be getting away from me now. Best I've ever had."**
Wilma
Aspeth knew full well what she was getting into. She knew what provoking and teasing a vampire would likely end up with a pair of teeth sunk into her neck. She was fully ready for such an occurance. After all, she might as well have 'being bite by a vampire' on her bucket list. Who knows, maybe the scars would give her an even greater air of mystery. She knew vampire hunters would *Swarm* Over her at the mere sight of such a thing, and she would act oh so confused. Give them vague answers that'd lead them to a trap and take all their weapons and gear. 

But, the one thing she wasn't ready for was the coldness of it all.

As she smelt the intoxicating spices, she wasn't prepared for the cold lips that were placed on her neck. She wasn't ready for the cold breath that stung her skin. She wasn't ready for the cold arm that wrapped around her waist, pulling her from her seat and into the arms of the vampire. The teeth were the strangest part, as sharp as needles yet as cold as ice. The sharp pain in her neck was the warmest part of it all.

She stifled a yelp of pain and let it all happen. Bringing a hand up to lay on the cheek of the vampire in an attempt to hide the true nature. For all looking in, it must have seemed like a drunken lass laying her lips on another's neck. It was among such times that she found herself truly blessed with such magic, having the ability to conceal one's true expression for another was simply divine. Her face expressed no pain, but instead curiosity and amusement. Of course, such an illusion would be gone when Hallie had finally had her fill.
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As Hallie laid her forehead against her shoulder, Aspeth let out a laugh and brought a hand around to the back of Hallie's head to keep her steady. "Well, you certainly had your fill." Most people would be pale after such an experience. Even though she was a bit woozy, her sunkissed and now vampire kissed skin kept a healthy sheen to it.

As the Vampire leaned back, the pirate brought a hand up to feel at her neck, feeling how the holes closed up. "Seems like you'll have to stick with me then, darling. Cause I'm not running at all." A laugh escaped her. She would definitely need a good meal after such a moment, or perhaps just a lot more drinking. Ale was always a great solution to every single problem that anyone in the world had.

Once more taking her seat, she crossed her legs and looked at the Vampress with a smug grin. "I always knew my blood would be intoxicating to a vampire. Though, guess it was better than I could ever imagine."
Samantha
Feeling the hand on the back of her head while she had gathered herself on Aspeth's shoulder was unexpected. Such a small, simple gesture, but one that said so much. A gentle, caring, steadying touch that spoke of affection and care. For a second, it took her somewhat aback, and she was glad her face was hidden. It stirred the deeply buried human inside her, something beginning to bloom in her dark little heart. With her nature, with what she was, it was so incredibly rare for anyone to make a gesture to take care of her; from Aspeth, she found she quite liked it.

Scrunching up her features in mock disgust, she said in a cheery tone, **"Yes, well, I was near to starving. And while I'm amongst the most beautiful women in the world, that goes downhill quickly if I starve."** Something about her particular affliction caused her to begin rotting if she went a week or more without blood. Perhaps it was because she was turned on the brink of death, and without sustenance her body returned to where it naturally should be. Seeing Aspeth swaying ever so slightly but assuming too much help might be taken as an insult, she turned so she could wrap an arm around the waist, supporting her somewhat, and laid her cool head on her companion's shoulder. She was ok with looking 'weak,' looking like some lovesick sap, to take care of this one. **"Let's get you some food. Then, perhaps, this establishment's best whiskey. I find I'm craving that burning flavor."** Seeing Aspeth feel where the bite should've been, she remarked, **"Handy, isn't it? My blood has some mild healing properties for mortals. Suppose I can thank my dad. He was a master alchemist, I'm sure it's related to that, somehow."** Her eyes looked distant, for just a moment, before it passed.

Once food arrived and Aspeth seemed steady, Hallie withdrew herself but was unable to stop touching her friend. A hand on her arm or shoulder, a finger stroking her delicate neck or playing with her hair. Perhaps it was simply affection, or perhaps it was a more bestial, instinctual signaling of 'mine.' But either way, she found she was incredibly happy in this moment. **"Oh, love, you have** ***No*** **Idea."**
Wilma
"I can certainly tell that you were starving." She was the feast after all. It was so strange to be the meal of a vampire and yet still have her life. Perhaps it was the reward of the divine. She would rather think she was just exceptionally lucky. Judging from how Hallie was looking, she could see that her gestures were appreciated. How lovely.

"Bah, I'm sure you'd keep your looks even if you fasted for a year." A vampire would *Certainly* Look amazing after even a century. Aspeth believed she was going to keep her looks for all her life. Technically she could, with the lovely power of illusion she could look however she wanted. If there was ever a trend, she could match it perfectly without having to alter herself. What was better than a woman who could change her looks with a mere wave of the hand? A laugh escaped her as Hallie suddenly laid her head upon her shoulder. A rather nice gesture that allowed her to steady herself with the added balance. "I could *Devour* A steak right now, and some whiskey will obviously be needed to wash it all down." Whilst Aspeth perferred cider or ale, she was not going to deny a beautiful woman her own drink. "It is most certainly useful. Don't think I've ever seen such a thing." She was quite happy to have the holes gone, she didn't need some drunken git coming around and thinking she was a vampire just because she had the holes. It would have been so annoying to have to keep up an illusion just to cover such a wound.

It took Aspeth a few moments to steady herself, but she was quick to dig into the meal when it arrived. Savouring the nutrients as she ate. She grinned at each touch and stroke, leaning into it, and always having a teasing gaze within her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure I don't. But I would *Love* To find out."
Samantha
Hallie's brows shot up in an expression of disagreement. **"The fact that I'm not being brazenly confident about this should tell you how serious I'm being."** She took a sip of the whiskey, letting the burn slide down her gullet before continuing, icy blues glancing sidelong at Aspeth. **"You see, my particular affliction is such that, if I don't feed every 7 days, I start to rot."** She spoke very matter-of-factly, a far cry from her usual flirty, playful tone. **"When I say it's not pretty, I** ***Really*** **Mean it's not pretty."** A smirk played on her lips, and her tone turned playfully sarcastic, **"You saved me, Aspy. Truly."** She nuzzled into Aspeth's neck momentarily, until the food arrived. On occasion the vampire would eat, if the food sounded good or made her feel nostalgic, but those were rare occasions. And in this instance, she much preferred to just watch her friend, listen while she talked. She got the feeling her fellow pirate would revel in the attention, in 'winning' this little duel of attraction, and she found she didn't mind giving in.

Feeling emboldened by Aspeth's obvious appreciation of her attentions as well as the comment, she ventured, **"Then I see no reason we should part. We're beholden to no captain, have no crew nor master."** Placing her hand on the other woman's back, then snaking it around to her waist, she near whispered in her ear, **"We're two fine ladies, quite unattached."** Leaning back and withdrawing her touch, turning her attention back to her drink, she looked at Aspeth through long lashes. **"Let's travel together. Do jobs together."** She clapped her hands together dramatically as she cooed, **"Never be apart!"**

The vampire would never openly admit that she missed the camaraderie of a crew, the solace of having someone who was just hers. It'd be quite the blemish on her record of being a cold-blooded, bestial killer. Yet it was true all the same, whether she liked it or not. While she was completely out for herself in this world, it didn't erase the fact that she still needed others, that at the end of the day, her human hardwiring hadn't entirely faded away. Her bravado quite hid all this, as was her intention, especially in front of someone like Aspeth. After all, it was only fun to let her revel in winning if Hallie felt like she was *Giving* It to her, rather than she *Genuinely* Earned it. Though Hallie might have revealed too much of her hand already for bravado alone to do the trick anymore.
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"Rotting each week?" Ouch, she could imagine that would *Not* Be a pleasant experience. Aspeth had absolutely no idea how such a thing would feel like, but she could certainly imagine that it was not something one would voluntarily experience. But when Hallie spoke about how Aspeth saved her, the pirate couldn't help but let out a laugh as a grin grew on her face. "Oh, just had to do my civic duty and save another darling citizen. What other choice did I have?" A bit of teasing as she leaned her head against Hallie's. It was a nice experience, and she enjoyed how cool the Vampire's skin was. Truth be told, Aspeth loved a cold night over a warm one, even if she loved a warm day. She would sleep in the frost if she was able to survive such an ordeal. The meal she had was quickly finished, and she leaned back in her chair with a content sigh. "If there's any proof of the divine, it was in that steak and it is all gone now." That meal had been absolutely beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the pair of them was.

When her companion grew close, and began speaking about sticking together, a soft hum escaped the pirate as she thought for a moment. Sticking together would be absolutely grand. The crew she had escaped prison with were all in hiding or dead for all she knew, and she was needing some more companions for the adventure ahead. Especially with the enemies she had made recently. She made a show of tapping her chin in thought, letting out a small hum as her gaze travelled over Hallie before a wild grin appeared on her face.
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"I have to agree. It will be *Perfect* To travel together." Oh, the chaos they would cause. The treasures they'd steal. The men they'd kill. Oh, it was just too perfect to think of. A pair of beauties was better than a single one, and she knew that with Hallie's proficiency in combat, she was not going to be having many troubles with her little ambushes anymore, plus she doubted she was going to run away at a mere cart being moved. The opportunity was just too good to not take, and she rather enjoyed the company of Hallie. They were like minded folk, and weren't scared to show it.