She didn’t turn to look back after that evening in the woods. Still tired did she went home to her house and decided to ignore what happened. It was very unfortunate and she hope it wouldn’t repeat itself. After having a rather angry phone call with her sister did she decide to rest for a while. The human’s blood had make her heal up, but the energy would be low for a while.<br/><br/>Lucinda had not been resting more then a few hours before she was starting to get restless. She thought it was just a drop from the event but it did not seem to get any better during the day. No the opposite actually. It was like her whole being was itching. Annoyed by the feeling did she try a cool shower, but it did not help at all. Maybe the man had been sick? She rarely got ill after direct feeding. Lucinda shook her head and scratch the itching that was getting worse and worse at her right underarm. She put the towel around her and was about to dry herself when she saw what the itching was from. The towel was dropped at the floor and Lucinda gasped.<br/>“Oh no….”<br/>An almost glowing red and black tattoo had formed a celitic pattern, almost like a spinderweb. It went from her middle of her underarm and up to her upper arm.<br/><br/>“FUCK!” Lucinda knew the pattern very well. It was her own sign after all.<br/><i>How the fuck is this even possible? </i>She thought and stared at the sign. How could she have manged to make the human hers? Could you even do it by a mistake? It shouldn’t be possible?!<br/><br/>After another curse song did she manged to calm herself down. This was really, Really bad. How would she be able to fix this?! Calling her parents?! Yeah, right… they wouldn’t be much of help. Her sister was completely out of the picture. Lucinda went to get dressed and went to seek help from the nearest Eldest. In most bigger cities was there a vampire nest that kept order in the area. Often was there one or two Eldest also. They often held many knowledge of strange questions. They also was the judges if you did something wrong. In other words. Don’t get on the wrong side with them. The Eldest was not so very forgiving.<br/>So Lucinda lied and said she was curious how a bounding was working. The answers she got was not the one she wanted to hear. To break a bound between a master and a companion would most likely drive both partners insane and end up dead. The best thing to do, like the Eldest said, was to take the bull by the horns. Make things work. But the man also inform her that there was no such things as mistakes bounding. If she knew someone had done such thing so did she had to report it to him. It was illegal after all and they would try and split the bound even if it had bad outcome.<br/><br/><br/>During the nights had she done some research and knew well where the man lived now. She had only visit the first night, to make sure he was still alive and the decided to stay away. Maybe it would go away then? But the next few days only grew worse for her. Itching, restless and longing.<br/>The bound was pulling her toward him even if she didn't want it. It wanted her to keep the human close. To make sure he was alright. The Eldest had told her that it would be the worst now in the beginning since it was fresh, but after ten years so could they easily be a part. Ten years was nothing for a vampire like her, but for a human... So she decided it was time to face this too.<br/><br/><br/>A half hour later was she knocking on his front door. She had dressed up in black jeans and deep purple shirt that cover her arms. When he open the door did she gave him a fangless smile;<br/>“We need to talk.”