So you want to know about the meet? It was....interesting.
Again I get manhandled to the bike, and yet again I start to loose consciousness. However I do see my detective nearly run over Kayta, and Kernel, about that point in time. I loose my grip on reality. Pain makes you do that you know. As I think about it, I probably look like I got run over with a Mack truck. Repeatedly. I've got the big gaping hole in my chest. And I'm pretty sure you could have seen scorched bone on my forehead. Well we get to the steps of a church. Cathedral actually. Yay. I get manhandled off the bike again, and laid down on the top step. My detective just paces back and forth. Waiting.
Soon enough Kayta appears well, like a bat out of hell actually. Before Kayta has stopped the bike, Kernel has jumped off, and stalked towards my detective. Kernel takes one look at me, and goes ballistic. Kayta runs over to me. He swears rather violently. About this point in time I again claw my way towards reality. So first thing I see when I get around to deciphering what's around me, are Kayta and Kernel. For some strange reason I was really happy about that. Kayta wants to know if I am OK. Well my families here. So I am. Still hungry though. Still can't move. Kayta wants to know if I'm hungry. I manage to nod. So Kayta is nice enough to bite his wrist and let me feed. Ok now I'm not hungry. But I still hurt. So I make an extreme effort to heal myself, I manage to heal a little. Now I can move a bit, but I'm hungry again. And yes Kayta lets me have a bit more.
During all of this Kernel, and my detective are holding this rather loud, argument. And Poly shows up. Poly takes a look at me, and swears rather viciously. He then joins Kernel's and my detective's yelling match. About this time somebody has a thought Ya know..? Maybe just maybe we should take her someplace safe. So I'm again picked up, gently
this time, and taken to Poly's hummer. I think. I figure my family is around, so I let myself pass out again. It's all nice and dark and timeless where I am. No pain either. I figure I was finally in a true healing sleep. Or it would have been if I hadn't been vaguely aware of my body being moved again. Yes I'm clawing my way towards consciousness...again. I find myself lying rather comfortably on a couch. I look around. At first glace it's a bare open place. Until one looks at the walls, and at the symbol on the mat. Of course there's
also a TV, and weapons all over the place. One always has something to look at.
Anyway. Kayta is there fussing over me, making sure I'm ok, and comfortable. Well I'm about as comfortable as one can get with a gaping hole in my chest, and scorched bone peering through my skin on my forehead.
So I lie on my couch, in pain, and think about Daniel. You have no idea how much this annoys me. Kayta asks questions, and I do my best to answer them. On paper of course. He gets pissy when I say someone was chanting Latin over me, and when I mention that someone was feeding me
just enough to stay awake, he didn't look too happy. When I was telling him bout Daniel I thought he was going to go through the roof. Of course this is when Poly, and Kernel get back. They check in on me, make sure I'm settled alright, I suppose. I think I passed out into that sleep again.
I work on healing myself again the next night. and then I pass out for a few nights. I think. When I wake up, Kayta is there. Oh quite giving me that 'awe that's so cute look'. Kayta tells me that the family went out looking for the 3 people that staked me. That'd be Poly, Kernel, and Al. Well they get back. Seems they got into a lil fight. Apparently it ended with Daniel and his woman splattered all over an alley wall. Can't say that this disappointed me any. *smirk* So I'm all happy about this news. However. On the downside, turns out Al got hurt. Clawed across the chest I believe. Kernel freaks, and whisks Al away. Turns out that was the last time I saw Kernel. That's very upsetting.
Eventually Poly leaves.
Well. It's just down to Kayta and I. So I make another extreme effort to heal myself. For some reason it's much harder to heal the wounds I took from the razor, takes an act of will to do it, and a lot of blood.
Yep. I'm hungry again. However, my forehead, is healed and back to normal. Only think left is that gaping hole in my chest. I bet that looks real attractive. Kayta didn't seem to mind...other than the fact that I was hurt.
So as I said before. It's down to just Kayta and I. He wanted to know if I was still hungry. Of course I am. It's not as if I can hunt for myself yet. So I nod. Wow. It doesn't hurt to move my head anymore. Sweet! Kayta looks at me all serious like. Said something about this being the 3rd time that I'll have fed from him. My response pretty much is So? I was so naive. *grin*
Kayta seems to be taking this very seriously, so I give the impression of a sigh, and reach for my notepad and pen. Kayta and I talk...er...well he talks, and I write. I ask him what's so significant about the 3rd drink. He explains to me that it creates a sort of bond between the two people. I must have looked a bit confused, because he went on to explain more. He talks about how he will have to protect me, weather he wants to or not. I wrote how I didn't want him to have to do that. He shrugged. Saying that if I went ahead with this that if we were in a fight his body would protect me, he wouldn't have a choice. I didn't think that that would be a bad idea. Considering how I hate to fight. So I ask him if he had a problem with it. He didn't. I asked if he was sure. So I fed from him again.
Interesting sensation. Feeling someone gradually work their way into becoming the center of your life. Well gradually isn't exactly the word for it. I think it took a whole 5 minutes tops. But I could feel the whole sensation creeping throughout my body. I was staring at Kayta while it was doing that. Must have had a very odd look on my face. He asked about it. I didn't know how to explain it so I just shook my head. He rests his head on my chest, and I fall asleep all content and happy like. Except for the hole in my chest. I healed that the next night.
