Kidd

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"Hello, Jenna. I'm Mirabelle," she spoke slowly but firmly as she watched the girl. "I need you to tell me--" Suddenly, Jenna fell back in her chair, hitting the floor and continuing to scramble away. She was reacting to the blood, and that confirmed the worst possible scenario: newly turned and then thrust into the world without guidance. Mira had been lucky upon being turned. Not only had her sire guided her through the change, she had actually wanted to be turned. This was not the case for the girl before her. "Okay, okay, okay," Mira repeated, making a show of leaving the mug at the table and following Jenna to where she sat against the wall. "You don't have to drink it." She added a silent "yet" in her own mind. Right now, Jenna needed help calming down. "You're okay, you're safe," she assured, slowly kneeling down beside the girl. Hesitantly, she reached out to take the girl's only hand. "Just breathe." Upstairs, the girl's screaming jolted Klaus awake and he sat up, eyes flickering to the door. He could smell blood but it didn't belong to a Kingston. He rolled out of the bed and into pants before quickly going downstairs to find the source of the noise. When he found Mira comforting a disabled woman on the floor and a chair turned over, he scowled a bit and looked around. "What's happening?" he asked, running his hand through the top of his hair. Mira waved her hand at him in response, and he wasn't quite sure if she meant "go away" or "shut up." Probably both.

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Mira nodded in response to her guest. "Yes, of course. Get all the sleep you need," she said as she disappeared into a guest room. Then, there was another knock at the door. Mirabella tensed, irritation spiking. "Dammit," she muttered, moving quickly to place Praetor in his bed. Despite just promising to say with him, the door was calling. Mirabelle took a moment to make sure he was lying comfortably and then retreated back downstairs. She took a second moment to compose herself for the next visitor, and then opened the door... Her eyes widened at the young woman before her. More blood. A missing arm. Well, sometimes--sometimes the girl wasn't even there. "Oh my God," she breathed yet again. "Come in, dear, hurry," she prompted, stepping forward to help the girl into the house, quickly closing the door behind them to shut out curious eyes. She smelled of vampire, but it was so faint Mira wondered if she had just been turned or simply attacked. She directed the girl to the kitchen and sat her down in one of the chairs. "Who are you?" she asked. "What happened?" Not waanting to ask about vampires without knowing for sure the girl before her was one, she pulled the mug of blood that she had given Auria slightly closer. There was still blood to drink, and if this girl was a newly turned vampire, Mira assumed she'd react to it.

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Mira looked to Auria and nodded. "Right-- rest. That must be all he needs," she said, struggling to keep the worry out of her voice. "Thank you. Um, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need," she added. Had Mira been mortal, she would've been unable to lift Praetor's body as she stood. However, as a vampire, she carried him as easily a man could carry a small girl. If it wasn't for the atmosphere, it'd be a humorous site to see the short Kingston head stand there with Praetor in her arms. "If you'd like to stay for a bit you may follow me upstairs to pick out a room," she added as she turned to head upstairs.

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Mirabelle was relieved to hear Praetor enter-- And then she saw the shape he was in and that he was alone. "Oh my God, Praetor, what--" she started, but he muttered a few words and dropped to the ground. She gasped and hesitated for just a moment as her mind searched for a solution. Blood. He might just need blood. Start with that, and go from there. Then she reopened the freezer to fetch some blood and quickly moved to kneel at her bodyguard's side. "Praetor, this is no way to greet a woman," she hissed, bringing the bag to his lips, hoping he would respond by drinking.

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Mirabelle blinked as this ancient vampire broke down in front of her. And, despite the age gap, her (in)famous motherly instincts kicked in. Despite the exhaustion, she reached out to offer a comforting hug. "He'll be happy to see you, I'm sure," she said kindly before pulling away with a sad smile. "Yes, the drink," she reminded herself as she scurried to the freezer. After grabbing a bag, she poured the cold blood into a coffee mug and then sat the mug into the microwave to warm. She had assumed Praetor and Lucian would've returned by now, and her lips pursed together as she worried. When the microwave dinged, she retrieved the mug and carefully passed it on to her guest.

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The word "partner" resounded in Mira's mind, giving light to a twinge of jealousy. "Ah, well," she said, ignoring the uncalled feeling and closing the door after Auria stepped in, "we don't feed directly from humans, so I suppose he agrees with the ideal. Speaking of which, are you thirsty?" When she gave some hint to their history together, Mira blinked. "That's quite a long time to be separated," she said. "Forgive me if this is an intrusion, but were you turned around the same time?" Of course they had to be, being a pair of Praetors, but Mira was admittedly curious for details.

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Mirabelle blinked, her hand rising to rest clutched at her chest. "He is a member of this family. I'm Mirabelle Kingston, the head. But, he left a while ago to find one of our members and has yet to return," she answered. "May I ask who you are? Would you like to come in?" The woman seemed friendly enough, but Mira's smile didn't have the energy to reach her eyes.

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Mirabelle's eyes fluttered open at the quiet knock. She quickly sat up, her gaze looking around for a clock though the bright light in the window indicated it was still day. Fixing her hair, she stood up and approached the door. Before opening it, she glanced up the stairs and then around the house--it appeared to be still empty, and worry settled in. Then she pulled the door open and a woman stood before her, her old age the most distinctive thing about her. One guest after another was taking its toll on Mirabelle, but she forced a polite smile. "How can I help you?" she asked.

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That's fair, lol.

I need to stop biting my nails. Throw some advice at me

The whites of nails are actually growing. I'm doing pretty well. :D