|Children of the Night Play Rough|
A familiar and welcoming sight to those children of the night. A full red moon up in the glittering sky, fresh air blowing and the scent of night flowers carried in the wind. A much too familiar and welcoming sight, for the wind carried with it much more than simple cool breeze and flowery scents.
It also brought the enthralling scent of blood.
Morgana's enhanced vampire senses would soon realize that the cobblestone path she treads is smeared with the precious fluid, accompanied by signs of struggle that perturbed the sand. There had been a struggle here, a brief one at that, and someone had dragged a bleeding body from this point.
The trail lead upwards into the park and messily through the bushes, further into the outlaying woods. Someone had done a very messy job at hiding their tracks, or weren't actually attempting to be subtle about it at all. This was the work of a blood drinker, and from the looks and -sound- of it, they had were in a hurry to do so. Even from where she stands, Morgana will be able to hear the sounds of sharp fangs tearing through skin and crunching bone.
This blood drinker, they must be very young, this kind of mess would be expected from someone who has no practice drinking from the living. Or perhaps someone who has no control of their actions at all.
As the wind curls around and caresses her again, that familiar copper scent catches her attention. Being what she was, who she was it did not take much to raise her hunger. Thankfully though she was not starved any long and so she could at least contain the frenzy, unless pressed. The sight of blood and struggle perks the sirens curiosity and were she wise she would mind her own business and make her way to the sea, pretending such things did not interest her. Alas the siren is not always wise even at her great age.
Silently she follows the drag marks and the trail of blood. The sounds of tearing flesh and bone stirring her, making her belly clench. Her head lifts and she scents the air like a hound then licks her mouth. The mess is not unfamiliar, she is one who has been known to strip the flesh from bones and consume all but the hardest of those. Treading with care the predatory siren slinks toward the sounds, her talons already extended, lip half drawn back as her hunger grows.
Especially when your true self is that of a blood drinker.
Morgana would be well accustomed to such gore. The victim is a human as expected, a young woman wearing the tattered remains of a modern waitress uniform, likely from one of those gothic looking cafes that line Twisted street. Her body is torn asunder, with severed limbs scattered across the ground, her face turned up with a look of frozen terror in her last moment. It is the sign of an all too quick and swift end, the waitress did not even have time to react before her assailant was upon her.
But as stated before, Morgana would be no stranger to such a gory sight. Surely, she had seen the very same countless of times in her long existence, and likely with her being the initiator of such gruesome displays.
What may differ this feeding from any other that Morgana might have seen, is the blood drinker herself.
A young girl straddles the waist of the dead waitress, she looks as if she was barely hitting puberty. Splattered blood mars her pale skin, and stains her already red colored dress a fresh tone of crimson. Red, glowing eyes peer down in huger of her prey as she feasts upon the human like a lioness on a meal, sharp claws tearing apart the woman's stomach, ripping out ribs and entrails alike to gorge herself on them, eating flesh and drinking blood in a very messy fashion. She has wings too, fully extended in a luminescent display, wings with crystals of every color of the rainbow.
As the siren approaches, the small blond girl pauses from her frenzied feeding and slowly looks up. Mouth covered in blood and a piece of intestine still hanging from her lips.
Slurping the entail down, she sniffs the air and flashes a deranged, fang filled smile. "Hello~?" Her voice rings with a musical tone to it, the tone of a winsome little girl playing hide and seek or some such.
"Who's theeere~? I can smeeell you~"
"Aaaah~" She says in exaggerated understanding. "I thought I smelled someone made of steel and stone-- but it's your shirt that smells like that." Another sniff, and then another, and her eyes grow as big as dinner plates. "You are--" She stutters, gasping. "You smell.. like me!"
A wide range of emotions flash through the girl's facial features, she looks about ready to cry for a moment and then there's pure joy on her winsome face. "Someone like me!" She repeats looking all too pleased with her herself.
Giggling in girlish delight, the tiny one pushes her hand through the dead woman's chest with a sickening crunch of bone to dig through her insides. Easily she yanks the still warm heart as if the woman was made of wet paper and the little blood drinker stands, walking over to Morgana. "Let's be friends!" Again she smiles and offers the heart of the woman to Morgana, not knowing that she might only be inciting the siren's uncontrollable hunger. "Here! You can have it. My sister said if I ever met someone like me I had to give them food!"
Morgana looks at the small one before her and watches the play of emotion on the childs face. The siren holding herself quite still as the little vampire chatters in that childlike way. She was never human, she was never a child such as this one with a humans ways but she understands well enough as the small one delves into that cavity and plucks the womans heart out like ripe fruit. Morgana can feel her hunger clawing at her and she curls her hands closed for a moment. She must have care not to let the frenzy rise. She does not wish to loose herself again and it would be so easy. Besides that, in her darkest times she would have seen no difference between the corpse on the ground and the fledgling offering her meat. All is food to the frenzy. As she again draws herself under control she tries to offer the child a smile "you are generous , young one. It is not easy to share when one is hungry. Are you sure you have had your fill. The heart is the best part, rich and full of blood. It will help to sate your hunger." She tilts her head as she watches the child and those memorys of another child reminds her that she can and has been able to connect with one and even care for them.
The second one is that she seems quite oblivious to the inner turmoil going around inside Morgana. If she is at all aware that she's inciting the siren to lose herself to the frenzy she's not showing it. The girl doesn't seem to realize that what she's doing is dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry shark that could very easily mistake her for part of the meal. The girl just appears to think she's being friendly. She has very little experience with other blood drinkers-- if any.
She's a very peculiar blood drinker which would be revealed to what she says next to Morgana. "Oh, I'm okay, really. I don't even like eating humans that much." She doesn't!? "If I had gotten some candy I could have hold on for a bit more, but Meiling said we had no money so we couldn't buy any! She went to go get food and told me to wait, but I got really hungry and saw this human pass by, so I ate her! Meiling is probably gonna have a fit!" She giggles, licking her blood stained lips. "Have a piece of her, lady. My gift to you~." Says the girl, still holding the blood dripping hear for Morgana to take.
The questions prompt a reaction from her though, and in a well practiced movement, the girl momentarily loses her childness and adopts a personality of an elegant aristocrat. "My name is Flandre Scarlet." She introduces herself and makes a regal curtsey that she seems to have practiced a lot, lifting the hem of her skirt, crossing her feet and bending her knees. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady."
Then she's right back to being a child again, eyes wide and jaw slacked, showing her razor sharp fangs that are almost the same as Morgana. "Meiling is my nanny and the gate guard! She came here with me from Gensokyo. That's were we used to live, but the fishy in the water bubble said we're stuck here now."
"You're the first vampire I see besides my sister. That's why I'm so excited!" Flandre adds and purses her lips in thought, tilting her head. "Mer-kin? Whassat? I'm not that. I'm Flan! Are you Mer-kin? Is that your name?" Clearly.. she doesn't appear to be very smart either, regardless of age.
Then, Flandre is frowning and pouting when Morgana tells her to be more careful with the way she feeds. "That's what the fishy said too." She leans her head to the side. "Then I squished the eye of a table to show her I can take care of myself. But then the big green man with the axe got mad with Meiling and I had him bring me ice cream!"
"Do you wanna see me squish eyes? Do you?? It's fun!"
"Yeaaah, it was still moving when I bit her neck. But then it broke!" The blond vampire seems to be speaking about the heart no longer beating. Apparently she's only dimly aware of what a heart is or why it stops moving when she tears a person to pieces. "At least it's still warm though!" She chirps in an attempt to try and get Morgana to still like her, she's adamant to make Morgana her new friend for some reason.
Then she's nodding vigorously at the mention of the Serenity. "Yes! Serenity! The fishy with the colors! She talked with Meiling and I at the restaurant. I wanted to make her my pet, but she went and hide under a table." Looks like Flandre has adapted quite well into the age old tradition of bullying the colorful slug.
Rather strangely, Flandre begins to giggle at Morgana when she mentions popping eyes "Not those eyes, silly! The eyes!"
"Everything has eyes. You have an eye. I have an eye. The dirt has an eye. That tree over there has an eye." She explains as if it where all very simple. "I squish the eyes and then the things go boom! It's fun and makes meanies run away and let me have all the candy I want."
"Wanna see? Huh? Wanna??" What is she even talking about? Maybe she's mad. After all, it is said that when a human gets turned into a vampire a very young age, they often tend to go insane.
Where Morgana is the tranquil sea for now, this little one is clearly fire. Her energy spills out of control and she seems to have a lot of problems just holding still. She twitches and makes little energetic hops before standing up, wiping the drying blood from her face with her sleeves. "Ahuh.." She agrees to Morgana's statement of not being good with fragile things. "I break a lot of things. That's why sis told me to stay in the basement." That doesn't really sound like a healthy relationship.
"Yeah.. I've eaten some of my pets too. But that's why I have two of each. Some pets are for playing like Meiling, and other pets are for eating! The pets that I do eat, they want me to eat them, so that makes it okay!" The most disturbing about all that she's saying is that she seems to consider her own nanny a pet. She does seem a little sad about Morgana mentioning eating her own pet. "I know how that feels. Sometimes I break them too bad and then they stop moving." Surely Morgana probably knows what Flandre means by that.
"You know! The eye!" The vampire girl rubs her temples like if saying 'why is this so difficult to explain?' "Here, I'll just show you." She turns to a nearby tree and points to it. "See that tree? It's eye is right there." She points at its trunk where, sure enough, there's nothing there but just the trunk. "I bring the eye to my hand." The girl making a pulling motion. "Make a fist." She closes her hand around what appears to be nothing. "Squeeze it tight and then it goes boom!" Flandre clenches her hand and for a second nothing happens.. until Morgana would clearly be able to hear it. Something definitely went /pop!/ Like popcorn.
One moment later, the tree that Flandre was pointing to grows fat as if it was being filled with air from the inside and EXPLODES into a fiery blast, leaves and chunks of wood flying everywhere.
All while Flandre claps and giggles. "Heehee! Heehehehe!!"
When Flambre reaches for her power and calls the eye of the tree she narrows her own eyes again then steps back with a loud hiss as the tree explodes. The siren lets loose a loud and discordant shriek of fury as a rather sharp piece of wood is flung her way and is driven into her thigh. Dark blood wells around the shard of wood and the pain makes the siren instantly furious. The heart in her hand is smashed to pulp and she clenches her jaw, gnashing her teeth.
"Woopsie!" Flandre laughs nervously. She quite literally has no idea what to do, she wouldn't know how to heal Morgana even if she had the power to do so. All she understands is that she had once again hurt someone by accident and now they were really mad. Just like that orc in the restaurant!
"I'm sorry!" She shrieks and starts running away from the screaming siren, hands still covering her ears. "Umm.. I think Meiling is calling me now. Bye!!" A very cheap cop out indeed, though what one would expect from a child more than likely. Flandre jumps up and her wings carry her upwards as she begins to fly away.
The siren would not die from such a wound and she would heal in time, but it doesn't keep it from being exceptionally painful. The siren pulls the chunk of wood from her thigh and casts it aside then begins limping her way toward the sea.