[His boots squeaked across the floor at his sudden stop.]
You won't get any older?
[Her hair wouldn't change, her face would remain youthful, and she wouldn't die? Michael had never met another immortal that wasn't an angel. It was a game changer, and one that rippled trepidation through him, if only for a moment. He kept himself from becoming too attached to humans, because their lives were often so short and fleeting.
But, she wasn't human, and if he did find himself caring for her, he wouldn't have to worry as much.]
Blood. [His nose crinkled.] But, you've found a way to cope with the need. Although, I couldn't imagine what eating an 8-ball would be like.
[He was relieved that she tried not to kill humans, opting for the 8-balls. Blood drinking was still an unsightly notion, but her way of doing it didn't seem to bother him.
The soft thumping of his boots on the floor as he went back to pacing, mirrored the tapping of his fingers on his leg. He was preoccupied, trying to process all that she was telling him.]
What about your heart? Does it beat?
[He didn't have super hearing like she did, and if her heart didn't beat, then why hadn't he noticed it before when they'd been touching? Michael sighed, he had been to busy with her mouth to pay attention to anything else.]
Are there others like you? Your family?
[She had said she was turned, with implied that she wasn't born with the affliction. So, most likely she wouldn't have any family that were vampires unless she had turned them herself.]
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You won't get any older?
[Her hair wouldn't change, her face would remain youthful, and she wouldn't die? Michael had never met another immortal that wasn't an angel. It was a game changer, and one that rippled trepidation through him, if only for a moment. He kept himself from becoming too attached to humans, because their lives were often so short and fleeting.
But, she wasn't human, and if he did find himself caring for her, he wouldn't have to worry as much.]
Blood. [His nose crinkled.] But, you've found a way to cope with the need. Although, I couldn't imagine what eating an 8-ball would be like.
[He was relieved that she tried not to kill humans, opting for the 8-balls. Blood drinking was still an unsightly notion, but her way of doing it didn't seem to bother him.
The soft thumping of his boots on the floor as he went back to pacing, mirrored the tapping of his fingers on his leg. He was preoccupied, trying to process all that she was telling him.]
What about your heart? Does it beat?
[He didn't have super hearing like she did, and if her heart didn't beat, then why hadn't he noticed it before when they'd been touching? Michael sighed, he had been to busy with her mouth to pay attention to anything else.]
Are there others like you? Your family?
[She had said she was turned, with implied that she wasn't born with the affliction. So, most likely she wouldn't have any family that were vampires unless she had turned them herself.]