Moonlight Nocturne

"... okay." She smiles shakily at him, curling up in the seat. "... anything's okay."

She'll close her eyes obediently, apparently quickly dozing off.

 

Elena, you wake up bandaged, wrapped in a blanket, and with a slumbering mass of gigantic spotted cat napping on your... well. Whole body. basically.

 

Elena squeaks and freezes in panic, looking around for her knife. Why doesn't she have her knife? Where is this??

"... N...ick?"

 

"Oh! You're awake!" A bright, happy voice comes from the next room over. "Hey! How are you feeling?"

She walks over, blonde pigtails bouncing, and smile huge... baring a pair of elongated canines. "Did Spot keep you company alright?"

 

Elena squeaks and tries to hide under the cat. "... ... uhhuh."

"..." She stares, clearly processing. "... ... are you Nick's friend?"

 

"Uh-huh! I'm Rosie." She smiles, dropping down next to the couch and holding out a hand. "How are you feeling?"

'Spot' yawns widely and takes advantage of the outstretched hand, resting their chin on Rosie's fingers, eliciting a giggle and a quick scritch under the jaguar's chin.

 

She blinks nervously at it, gaze flicking between her hand and her face. She's ... never actually been asked to shake hands before.

... so she's the friendly vampire that eats chicken? That's... that's reassuring. Mostly.

"... Um. I'm. I'm okay." She offers her hand awkwardly, tensing for pain when she actually moves her arm. "... hi."

Elena does not really know what to do with this situation.

 

Rosie's other hand catches Elena's, shakes it firmly. "The boys are downstairs. Nick's not allowed in the backyard with the chickens after Lois had a heart attack trying to run away."

 

Elena smiles tentatively. "... ... because he's a werewolf?"

"Um. Thank you for... um... your... bed?"

 

"Pull-out couches are really handy." Rosie smiles. "And yeah. They get super spooked. Spot's chill, though. Ain'tcha, booboo?" She nuzzles the jaguar.

 

Elena hides her face in Spot's fur, scritching its fur tentatively. "... can I see him? And have my knife back?"

 

"Nick? Yeah. Gimme a few. Are you hungry?"

 

Elena nods, then freezes in realization, shrugging her suddenly unwounded shoulder. "Um... "

She licks her teeth nervously. "... hungry for... food, right?"

 

"Huh? Well, yeah!" She beams.

 

"Um... and not blood?"

Because that would explain why Nick was so upset. It really would. She's still hiding under the cat, only her eyes peeking out.

 

"....uuuh. W...hy?" Rosie pauses, frowning just a bit. "...do you?"

 

... shaking her head. "... just checking. I was, um... kind of... bleeding and stuff when I fell asleep."

 

"...oh. yeah. Yummy stuff. Got you all patched up, no worries. You'll have a scar, but you'll be back in school tomorrow!"

 

Elena attempts a tentative smile. "... thank you."

"... do you fight monsters with Nick?"

 

"...I only fight in an emergency,” Rosie smiles slightly, pulling a gun from the waistband of her jeans, flashing it, then putting it away again. “…it’s… I know enough self-defense to deal with some problems, and… well.”

She flashes her cute little fangs again. “Sometimes being undead has its’ perks? But. No. I try not to get into fights. I mean, I’ve burned down the homes of a few nasty people like me, but…” She shudders.

“Fire is terrifying. I leave fighting to Nick and his family. They’re made for it, after all. No, the kind of fight I’m in for? Equal Rights!” She pumps her fist, pacing back over to Elena. “Using the system of laws we have in place in this country to try and make a change for the better! We deserve more. It would be way better If I Could Still Vote, though.” She grumbles.