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	The cut wasn't deep on her wrist, but at least enough to draw a good amount of blood from her veins, of which her adorable thrall partook of rather needily and was now well nourished. Rebecca however, she would need a fresh IV bag full of crimson nectar...and perchance a vodka and tonic to follow it up. 

	While she wrapped her wrist in a roll of gauze she found in a desk near the examining table, her servant remained beside the dead girl, a concerning frown crossing Camille's lips and a sigh that followed, "Why...why was she afraid of me?" Rebecca, she knew the answer well, but didn't want to say anything to dampen the youngling's spirits. She looked to the woman as a little wolf pup who lost her mother, her eyes glistening with what Rebecca assumed well enough...evidence of her inner pain. ~"Perhaps she was surprised maybe, that someone from beyond the void noticed her."~ Rebecca cooed sauntering up behind the girl and resting her hands on her shoulders. ~"The dead must feel lonely, able to see others...but never reach out to them as you have, my dear.  It's quite a gift you have."~ She supposed so, Camille, softly curling her lips and bringing her small hand to feel of her lady comforting her. "I guess..." The girl mused.   "Mistress, what do you think it was that killed her?"

	~"A vampire I would assume."~ Rebecca answered. ~"New Orleans is their breeding ground.  It all began with the coven lord Lestat de Lioncourt, back in the early 1800s.  This attack was from a thrall no less.  No elder or lord in their right mind would instigate such a violent attack in the public eye.  The wound is too grievous as well, as though the creature gnawed at her flesh before drinking her dry, a common trope among younglings."~ Camille nodded lightly as if to agree, not really knowing much of the unknown world surrounding her, a world the woman she served dutifully brought her into, of vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beings and occurrences, but then again, the girl did have a bit of insight into the unforeseen. After all, before Rebecca turned her, she already knew of her....peculiar second sight.

 "So it's only the young ones...who are violent?" She inquired tilting her head a little to see her mistress behind her. Rebecca returned, rather stating fact, ~"Mostly sweetheart.  It's a common occurrence among youngbloods.  They don't know how to control their lust.  It overtakes them, turns them into...say...the modern equivalent of a drug addict.  Even when properly nourished, they continue to starve for blood and seek it out...by whatever means."~ She paused though and chuckled quietly, ~"But you're the little exception to this, Camille.  You've managed to tame yourself, even without my guidance."~ 

	"I guess I...never really felt the urge...Rebecca." Camille replied, a soft hue of pink glowing amidst the fair pallor of her skin. "Mistress?" She asked, turning around to face the woman with her emerald eyes, gazing into the frozen hue of Rebecca's, "When....when you were first turned....did you ever act like this?  Killing people...and...drinking their blood?" 

	Her words....even from such cute lips as hers, they were like daggers to the woman's heart, sharp...serrated daggers that carved into her flesh with such pain...such melancholy. Rebecca bit her lip and glanced off to the side, as not to show the concern welling in her eyes, but damned she be if her voice didn't betray her as she sighed deeply and slipped her hands a little down the girl's arms, ~"I....I cannot deny that I have given into my desires many times in my youth, that I have indulged this animalistic urge...and taken lives with it.  Even I, try as I have for these many past moons to quell my wretched bloodlust, even I...have at times tasted fresh...warm...blood."~ Her eyes soon turned to those staring at her, the peaceful, verdant shade causing the woman to shiver slightly, and yet bite her lip more with a growing pang of concern, ~"My dear, you do not regret what I have done to you....do you?  Be honest with me now."~ 

	"I....ummm...I...." The youngling blushed all the more, trembling slightly in the woman's tender grasp as she stuttered. Did she honestly regret it? She was an immortal now, was she? And who better to serve all her life than such a graceful, beautiful woman, especially when she....well...as if it wasn't so obvious now to the both of them. Taking in a deep breath, Camille struggled to find her answer, adding more apprehension to the woman's gaze. Finally, she managed to reply, "N-no Rebecca, not at all.  I....I'm happy that you changed me, and you...you saved me, Mistress.  I would've died had it not been for you, and....no one would've cared...  My family, my schoolmates...nobody would give a fuck that I was dead.  You're...you're the only one who cares for me, M-mistress." From her eyes they fell, tears so warm, so full of an inner pain she shed upon the elder vampire. Softly Rebecca rose a hand to catch one of the tears and whisk it a way with an endearing smile to the girl. She leaned forward and upon Camille's quivering lips she planted hers, warm and sweet, leaving a tender kiss. ~"Come, my sweet."~ She breathed slipping her fingers through Camille's blue hair. ~"We've done all we could here.  At least we gained something out of this, though, not what I was expecting."~ Wrapping her arm around her servant, she began to lead them out of the room, but....
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