Eloise widened her eyes as she noticed the older vampire's skin darkening in an alarming fashion. She'd never interacted much with other vampires, and as far as [i]she[/i] knew, the sun was only painfully bright. But for some vampires, she was finding, it could be deadly.

Eloise understood little of bloodlines, besides what she'd picked up from the Covenant. The hunters weren't entirely aware of how good Eloise's hearing was, and so they tended to speak just loud enough for her to overhear them sometimes. Apparently, she was from a bloodline that gave its members abilities regarding pain-manipulating pain, creating pain, erasing pain. Her sire had been able to manipulate pain. Eloise, apparently, could erase it.

Vampires of her bloodline weren't severely weakened by sunlight, either. Eloise had seen her sire saunter through broad daylight without an issue, and Eloise herself was not [i]overly[/i] affected by the sun. But vampires like her ancient companion seemed to burn up if they were exposed to the sun's rays, which explained her deadly parasol.

The other vampire mentioned something about her "haven" as she weakened at a startling rate. Eloise liked the sound of that. Maybe, for once in her entire unlife, she would be safe. Eloise couldn't remember what it felt like to be really, truly safe. 

First, though, it appeared that her companion needed a shelter, because one of her legs and one of her arms were suddenly...on fire?! Eloise could only watch, paralyzed with fear, as her flesh spontaneously combusted. She dropped Eloise inside the small cave of sorts that she'd located in the woods, with much more care than Eloise would have expected, and crawled in herself, struggling against the fire that was consuming her skin. Then, exhausted, she collapsed onto the ground, her head in Eloise's lap. She muttered something about missing someone before passing out.

Eloise looked down at the other vampire. She was curled up like the small child she appeared to be, and Eloise felt a pang run through her. She'd had children of her own who had done the same thing, an eternity ago. Their faces floated in front of Eloise's eyes as she gently stroked the ancient vampire's hair, wondering who in the world was cruel enough to turn child. She absentmindedly shot a few silver sparks towards the vampire curled up in her lap, unsure if her healing abilities would help. Perhaps they would take away any uncomfortable side effects of almost being burned alive, such as headaches or dizziness? In any case, it was the only thing that Eloise could do.

That, and watching, and waiting. Eloise wasn't sure how long she would have to wait. But she wasn't concerned; she'd been confined to one room for sixty years. She could wait another few hours for the other vampire to wake up.