Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-3293219-20140331201121

It had been several days since Nepht had been ‘recruited’ into the ranks of the undead and she had spent the entire time sleeping.

Lucian was thankful for her lack of desire to get up and leave the inn and risk compromising herself and possibly him as well. She looked incredibly peaceful, curled up without any expression, the only time that she didn’t show the unstable sorrow and longings that were waiting to erupt.

If it was up to Lucian, he would keep her this way forever, which was an option, an unthinkable one but still…

If she didn’t feed, then she would slip into a coma but it would be kinder to kill her than let her become a brain dead shell. Lucian was no stranger to killing or even brutality but such a thing would be far worse than anything he did in his last life and that’s saying something as those things still haunted him, when he woke up in the morning…

When he went to sleep…

They haunted his dreams…

The Imperial tried to avoid thinking about the past and he certainly despised the thought of dwelling on it. He wasn’t that man anymore and for most, that would be enough but the fact for him was; no matter how many times he said that, he knew that one day that man would return and he would come back as evil and sadistic as ever.

Lucian sat by her bedside, trying to think of his next move…

She’s only in the third day of the bloodlust and she’s only suppressing it, because she is too depressed to get out of bed….

The Vampire thought for a moment, wondering what was most important right now.

She needs to be away from people and she needs a steady supply of blood, if I head to the nearest outpost, I could send off for another month’s supply and have locked away from the rest of the world. Then reality hit him…

The ‘outpost’ was so far away…

She can’t stay here, if a maid walks in, then she’ll likely lash out and attack them and it will be the end of both of us, I have to get her out of this place!

The Imperial stood up and went over to the window, watching the crowds of people gather below.

But how?

He had no choice, he’d have to smuggle her out of Riften and get her to Cheydinhal by tomorrow. If he could, he’d be able to contain her and go back

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