Enyo

"The mortals are hardly interesting enough nowadays." She says dismissively. Perhaps she's grown too much of a conscience.

"There's one around, but they don't get the rituals and honestly what's the point if I have to explain everything to them." She rolls her eyes.

"I am Enyo. Does that help you? I doubt it rings a bell, I'm often forgotten by time." She points out with a simple shrug.

Though she doesn't move, studying his face. Watching the irritation in his eyes with a grin.

She smiles as she watches him grit his teeth, leaning in closer as she feels that anger simmering under his facade.

"And I've already told you why, ask something else. My patience is finite, child."

"Listening, you can try. I'm not much of a talker though." She points out with a snort.

And then he's talking about being an old man and forgetting and she rolls her eyes. Sitting back on the couch and crossing her arms.

"None of that, child. Honesty in return for honesty."

"You weren't much interested before.. y'know?" She hits back as she turns her head to look at him.

"You're a journalist, do what they do best, child." She says as she sits up, leaning forward with her hands on her knees as she looks him in the eye.

"Ah well done. I am indeed something. As are you, as is everyone. But I doubt you've met any of my kind before. We usually stick to our own kind. Most of us anyways." She claps sarcastically as she watches him.

"Come now, child. I expected better of you."

"Something along those lines." She shrugs again as she watches him.

"Have you figured me out yet? Now that your brain is working again.. fed and well." She says, turning on her stomach and leaning her head on her hand as she watches him.

"Choosing... Tolerating.." she shrugs again. It's better than loneliness, besides she knows he can be witty. She likes that.

As he tells her they can get out of here she takes his arm and steps through space with him. Right back into his house.

Letting him go she lets herself fall into the couch.

"You're right, I'm no longer forced to be here like I was earlier." She shrugs though, watching him with a grin.

"But I want to see how long it'll take you to figure out what I am. Call it... professional curiosity. Shall we get out of here?"

"I didn't choose your company, I'm not here voluntarily. That doesn't count." She points out.

He's honest at least, she likes that. Though she enjoys the taste of fear on them too. But that will come, once he realises what she is.

"You have shit taste in blood." She says as she scrunches her nose up in disgust. Well at least now he might be able to think a little more clearly once the high wears off.

Maybe...

--

At least someone seems to enjoy her company, someone other than Eris.

"Perhaps I'll take you up on that some day. If you think you can handle that." She grins.

She is who she is, she serves a purpose. Power or not, she serves a purpose to the mortals. She's served a purpose to her family. To be the black sheep, together with her sister.

"I'll keep it in mind, child. I appreciate it." She gives a small nod. It's nice, at least.

--

She doesn't even look up when she hears him before she does the same to the second body.

Then she stands up and comes over to Daniel, using her thumb to wipe some of the blood off his chin before licking it off her thumb.

She watches as he eats, leaning back into the shadows quietly. She just enjoys that bloodlust, that eagerness to fill his stomach, to quench his thirst screaming at him.

Once he finally finishes she simply touches the body he already dropped and it dissolves into nothingness. Destroyed.

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vampire to be done.

When he is she happily offers him the next prey as she steps forward to the one he's already drained. The bloodlust in the air is delicious, satiating.

She's a little disappointed as she sees the way he goes for the very first thing he sees. Shaking her head as she watches from the shadows.

While he's draining someone she easily lures another into the alley, quick to hold and shut them up with a hand over their mouth as she waits for the

--

She grins and follows him out. Watching him curiously as he goes about his hunt. For a moment she steps into the shadows and all but disappears, appearing a little bit ahead as she keeps an eye out for easy prey.

She knows there's people nearby, the thrum of their hearts in her ears as they walk

As he asks her if she wants to pick where to hunt she rolls her eyes

"No, I do not." She doesn't care. Blood is blood. She will get her fill one way or another.

She could get her fill anywhere considering her lack of preference. Just like him, she supposes.

--

starving herself.

"What's your type? What kind of prey do you like to hunt?"

She grins as he finally gives in, slowly standing up and tucking her hands into her pockets as she follows him. Her own stomach rumbles, despite the fact that she doesn't need blood as sustenance. Despite the fact that she's well fed.

It's a reaction to being so close to him as he's all but

--

"No, I don't do such things for people." The day she 'solves people's hunger' for them, she's obsolete.

"But clearly you're not thinking straight. Not aware enough, honestly... You might not even survive should you have a run in with your own kind right now."

"Your kind calls out to me often. After all, we're connected, child." She grins as she looks at him.

"How about we do something about that hunger, maybe you can figure me out when that's not overriding all thoughts?"

"You think this is the first time I've been here? I usually prefer the shadows, I don't always show myself." She leans forward, up close.

"You've called out to me many times, my child. Even if you've never known that's what you were doing. Just like you are now."

She laughs loudly at that as she looks at him.

"I think you can figure that one out. It would be easier if you'd seen me some of the other times, child. But you didn't." She sighs dramatically. "I guess you'll just have to think really hard about it."

you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake..

i could not help the fact that i was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing. i was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where i was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.

She's glad, she thought something alive would make a better gift than... other things she's given in the past.

She's learning, or trying, even if she doesn't understand.

She's leaving @scattersashes.bsky.social a bouquet of snapdragons and flowers on his desk, today.

For old times sake and mortal traditions.

"And that is a disgrace. It shouldn't." She huffs. Her name should inspire the same kind of fear her presence inspires. Chills, racing hearts.

She watches the way he pinches the bridge of her nose and grins.

"Enyo."