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Ochalla
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Eric's admission as he looked at her surprised Alice. Yet it seemed he was being sincere. That was an odd concept these nights. The only ones she was use to being honest were those in her herd, after all she encouraged it. This was another vampire though, with motives of his own. Motives that concerned her.
But it was Eric too and she was relaxing her guard again as he spoke and then he went and had to say stpid things. It was amazing she even heard a word past "prisoner" because the word rang in her head like a bell and she wanted nothing more then to take several steps backwards. It was only the need to not show weakness in this room full of preditors, some only a step away from the Beast no doubt, that kept her feet where it was.
"I am not going to refuse you," she told him in an aggitated tone. "But until I know what's going to happen tonight... Do you know what this is all about? That Brujah didn't and he was too worked up about all the "Cammy types" to be spinning tells to someone he didn't know." She was changing the subject. Why? Because Eric just had to be so damn... damn...
Clinching her fist she looked down for a moment, then she looked up at Eric's eyes. Her tone was softer, kinder, but that was by force of will. She needed to be sure he didn't take anything said or done as a final refusal. She doubted there would be another oppertunity to talk to him civilly. The nights seem to have not made Eric so much hard as ridged. "I want to talk to. We will see if tonight gives us that opertunity, if not, soon. For now though I think we both have other things we need to be focused on. Unless you are so terribly comfortable is a group of such mixed company?"
But it was Eric too and she was relaxing her guard again as he spoke and then he went and had to say stpid things. It was amazing she even heard a word past "prisoner" because the word rang in her head like a bell and she wanted nothing more then to take several steps backwards. It was only the need to not show weakness in this room full of preditors, some only a step away from the Beast no doubt, that kept her feet where it was.
"I am not going to refuse you," she told him in an aggitated tone. "But until I know what's going to happen tonight... Do you know what this is all about? That Brujah didn't and he was too worked up about all the "Cammy types" to be spinning tells to someone he didn't know." She was changing the subject. Why? Because Eric just had to be so damn... damn...
Clinching her fist she looked down for a moment, then she looked up at Eric's eyes. Her tone was softer, kinder, but that was by force of will. She needed to be sure he didn't take anything said or done as a final refusal. She doubted there would be another oppertunity to talk to him civilly. The nights seem to have not made Eric so much hard as ridged. "I want to talk to. We will see if tonight gives us that opertunity, if not, soon. For now though I think we both have other things we need to be focused on. Unless you are so terribly comfortable is a group of such mixed company?"