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[color=a6c4ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[color=a6c4ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Pit
[color=a6c4ff][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Noah [@Helo]
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The strange red-headed boy intrigued Ava more as he responded to her words. Her initial wary feeling about him seemed to be accurate, given how he seemed a little out of touch with reality. He didn’t seem to recall just how many years had passed since he turned, but it seemed like he would be clear-minded enough to at least know what year it was. Vampires didn’t typically just [i]forget[/i] when they turned, but Ava could see how that may happen. The memory of her early years as a vampire resurfaced in her mind - she spent several long years drifting between moments of clarity, having fallen as low as Stage D in those times. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The way the redhead mumbled on in his attempt to learn compulsion revealed to Ava more about him. He belonged to something or someone, and whoever it was, they were strong enough to control a vampire and keep a tight leash on their pet. Until now, anyway. He spoke as if he was desperate for the approval of this other party, and his desperation brought a smile to Ava’s face. Sure, Ava didn’t find joy in torturing those weaker than her, but vampires were a different story. [i]If I do better, she’ll come back for me.[/i] It amused her to see that the dog had been trained to expect rewards.

Ava reached up and lightly stroked a few strands of his hair as if petting a small animal. [color=a6c4ff]“It’s not something you can learn right now.” [/color]

Something running through the boy’s mind seemed to displease him, and he immediately caught the attention of something else. That’s when the smile disappeared from Ava’s face. She realized what he was after.

As soon as Ava heard his low growl, she clenched his arm in her grasp and dug her nails through his clothes, pressing against his skin. Her eyes glowed faintly red and directed a sharp glare at the young vampire. The last thing she wanted was to deal with whatever baggage the unhinged pet mutt came with.

[color=a6c4ff]“He was [i]mine[/i]. Don’t. Touch.”[/color]