... Okay, I'm gonna need you to explain to me what you mean by *that.* (As she speaks, she's wandering over to the stall, peeking inside.) Y'gonna need help cleaning this up?

//Claudia's best compliment being "you're... okay." 😭 Baby girl, you NEED to socialize more.

Only *one?* That's not a full meal.

Scribbling in her diary. There's some blood staining her dress. She's taken no notice of it.

So... Does anyone want to volunteer to be dinner tonight?

❝Memory is a monster. We forget, it doesn't.❞ ┃ #IWTVRP ━ Daniel Molloy. Two time Pulitzer prize winner. ━ Finally a vampire; adjusting... badly. ━ Trigger Warning! This account will have dark themes. ━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.

... ...... ......... /Fuck/.

... The better to eat you with? That was cheesy. Fuck. Do me a favor? Tilt your head 90 degrees and forget that I fuckin' said that?

No, don't. Depression makes blood taste bad.

Her maker is buying her things. Patricide put off for another night.

Wiping blood off of her mouth. That was her third meal of the night and she's STILL hungry.

Claudia waited (okay, she was sulking) while he dealt with them. At first, she wasn't paying much attention. Figuring that he had it handled. But then, she realized /what/ he was saying and grew much more interested. She inched closer to the room. As close as ━

Claudia is bullying me.

"I don't know if I wanna give you that much." But that was mostly a joke. About 75% a joke. "I'll think on it."

Even though Claudia picked the body up with ease, it looked ridiculous. She managed to sling it over her shoulder, but it would have been hard to carry anything bigger and still walk. "Mmhm. We should probably try and be quiet when we get back, too. So Louis doesn't hear us."

"Yeah, you are." She hopped into the car, beaming from ear to ear. How often /does/ she smile like this? It's getting less and less as the years go by. "Careful gettin' in. Don't break a hip."

"Before the sun came up at all, dumby!" She lifted her head a little, blinking at the sky. It wasn't lightening just yet. "Or! Or I could'a dug a hole!"

"It's still... It's not...." She squeaked, undignified, as she was slung over her maker's shoulder. Giving a few half-hearted kicks before she gave up the fight. "I was gonna come home soon!" She lied, unconvincingly.

//Armand, introducing Claudia to the coven: She's got mommy issues. Armand: She probably also has daddy issues. Armand: ... She's just got issues.

While she knows that she could have hurt him with her shouting, she doesn't apologize. She's too antsy to feign concern. "Do you think if I did, I'd have just ignored it?"

Standing in the darkness, singing. The prey will come to her. They always do.

"Wait..." Claudia had several arguments on the tip of her tongue. But, she really shouldn't push her luck. He's handled this much better than she expected. "/Fine/."

They are fire meeting gasoline. A hurricane meeting a tornado. It's never good when they're both upset. "Yeah." She said with a shrug. "I can't help it that you're wrong every other time you open your mouth."

"I don't know!" She snapped, hand suddenly slamming down on the table, splintering it. Her voice was just a little too loud for mortal ears, bordering on painful. She shot up from her chair, starting to pace. Like a wild animal trapped in a cage. "I don't know." She managed to get her ━

She raised an eyebrow. She wanted to know more about this. A supernatural creature that isn't a fellow vampire felt almost too good to be true. So, she needed to learn more. Because when something seemed too good to be true? It usually is. "Well, I mean... I guess in theory mortals ━

"I guess they're not food to you." She's never felt much love towards humans. Nor had she felt much struggle when it came to killing them for sustenance. Maybe it was because of the age she was turned, maybe she was just a natural. Hard to say. "I don't know ━

"Are you afraid of humans, Jack?" Her eyebrows rose again. Claudia had spared a thought to a lot of eventualities and threats. Some may even call her paranoid. But the thought of humans hunting her down? Never crossed her mind.

"What do you mean? People like us?" Her arms crossed over her chest. But the fact that she hasn't shut down the conversation and walked away proved that she was interested. She doesn't get many offers of friendship.

She looked him up and down, as if trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. "Why?" It might seem like a strange question, but Claudia's never been given a reason to NOT be paranoid.

She paused, seeming to take in his words. She doesn't return the smile, but she doesn't get hostile either. "You wanna be friends?" She asked, staring at him with big red eyes.

"That's..." She laughed again. As if the very thought was ridiculous, even with the logic explained to her. "For the record, I chose not to swallow it 'cause it wasn't good. Not because I'm afraid of turning into a werewolf."

"What?" She laughed. It was a ridiculous prospect. Aren't those two VERY different things? Could they even mix? And how would they know if nobody ever tried drinking from one? "Why would they think that?"

"No." Claudia took the pictures, staring at them. Her throat ached at the sight of so much blood, stomach screaming at her in hunger. The constant, gnawing hunger that never went away. She managed not to tear any of the contents of the folder as she flipped through it. Eventually, ━

Who wants the honor of being Claudia's first meal of the new year?

She's taking it as agreement.

Hmph! Glad he /agrees/.

Lestat has not influenced her at all. Neither has Louis, for that matter!

"You too. Never met a werewolf before. Didn't even know they were real." Why hadn't she thought to ask about other supernatural creatures? Probably because getting information about /vampires/ is like pulling teeth. "You're not the most disgusting thing I've tasted."

Claudia needs a TV game show. “Not the Worst I’ve Tasted.”

Update: Werewolf blood is nasty. But not the worst thing she's ever tasted!

She hummed in acknowledgment, pulling off of his wrist. After a few seconds, she turned and spit the blood on the ground. Predictably, it didn't taste good. "Claudia." She responded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She grinned, tugging him closer. Her grin made her look so innocent. Innocent and excited. ... At least until the fangs dropped. And then she was biting his wrist, clutching it tightly to keep him from pulling away.

"I'll survive." Holds out her hand. "Give me your wrist."