But Not For You and I

[Penelope Blaise]

Any fight given was suddenly put to a halt, and that within itself had surprised the vampire. Her own eyes opened to see a wide set staring back at her. The pressure of her own hands never let up despite how Lucy's lost their strength almost entirely. Slowly, however, she pulled away, and without even the excuse to catch her breath.

Instead, she gave herself to chance to stare, too. If only for long enough where she realized just what she was doing. It felt like a hit of humanity before suddenly, it was gone.

"Stay." She said, though it wasn't so much a request as it was a demand, even if her tone did remain light.

[Lucy Serrano]

Stalled in her own aggression, Lucy wasn't sure how she could build herself back up to it again. She was sure that kiss was some kind of clever technique, but it didn't feel so fake. Perhaps that came from years of running though this process. That word was almost delicate, but Lucy knew all too well that she didn't really have a choice.

She let go, and her hands were fast to reach for the wall at ether side instead. So much so that she could dig her hands into the dry wall to give herself something new to hold onto. It wasn't as if the hands on her own form eased their pressure.

Lucy gave no distance. Instead, she pulled herself in more, if that were possible. She pressed herself as close as she could. "Why would I do that?" She asked, dropping her voice low. Minutes ago she couldn't imagine anything else.

[Penelope Blaise]

Very suddenly, it seemed like the dynamic between them was shifting. Hands might not have been on her form, but her body was pressed so close. She was pinned, even. Though a quick burst of strength might have been able to give Penelope the opportunity to slip away, she didn't act on it. She didn't want to.

Her nails lightened, though only slightly as they tracked up along the the form and back down to her waist, fingertips taking in every detail she could find. From the way she smelt of pencil graphite and blood to the dark eyes that were staring back at her.

"Because you want to know what I can show you." Her own voice dropped, then, but not for a lack of confidence. "Everything is new, and you're scared, but you're just a little curious, too. Aren't you?"

[Lucy Serrano]

Curiosity? It almost burned Lucy to think of it. She didn't like to admit that someone who wronged her so intently might have been a little right. The sheer fact that Lucy could put holes in her walls was proof that a lot was different.

And the hands that touched her like they could. Like she had some kind of leeway, or right to such a privilege.

When she raised a hand, she slammed a balled fist into the same spot. It was ridiculous. This was so stupid. Yet this individual didn't bat an eye to her behaviour.

"Why did you do this to me?"

[Penelope Blaise]

A fist to the wall might had been uncalled for, but it proved that she was getting to the newly turned vampire. Her eyebrows shot up, and as annoyed as she was for the damage to her home, she refused to let that anger exist in her face. At least, not for now. Because she was right, and there was satisfaction in the fact.

Then came the question, and Penny was surprised to hear it at all. She believed the fact to be obvious. She reached up, fingers curling around the wrist of Lucy's hand. Dust of the smashed drywall littered Lucy's perfect skin, but the Brit still held on tightly as she tried to pull it away from the wall.

Her chin tilted up a fraction, lips tempting to brush those of the other vampire. "You deserve better than the sad life you had," she explained on a whisper. "You wanted a change, and I gave it to you." Even if she hadn't outright said it herself, Penny was sure in her own mind that it was the case.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy felt her own hand twitch the second it was touched, but she didn't move it away. Not straight away, anyway; it took a spare set of seconds before the stronger vampire could shift it from the space where Lucy had hit. It hadn't hurt. It didn't graze. She didn't bleed and she didn't scar.

To cal her prior life sad was like salt in an open would; enough to draw the corner of her mouth to a curl like she might actually snarl about it.

"Change me. For what?" She asked then. There was disbelief and she was picking a fight now, "You don't gain a thing from this!"

[Penelope Blaise]

It might have taken time, but Penny didn't lessen up on her attempt to move the young vampire's hand. When it finally did shift, her own moved up slowly, fingers curling into her palm to hold it. Pressure existed, but it was almost delicate with the way she held on. An argument seemed inevitable with the girl with so much anger built up, but Penny had to crack something of a small, amused smile at the accusation.

How wrong she was. Lucy truly had no idea, yet she had allowed the vampire into her home on multiple occasions. Did she look as if she were the type of individual to waste her time?

"I gain you from this."

[Lucy Serrano]

There was pressure to her hand as it was held, as if that part of Lucy was easily in her possession now. Like she could own a little piece of the thing she created. Despite how angry Lucy was, she didn't pull it away.

Then Lucy laughed. It was low, and she couldn't help how sa4caetic it sounded. These words were genuine, but in her eyes Penny was the least genuine individual she had ever met.

"No, you don't." She replied finally, almost as if she knew it was a fact. But this change didn't cement the ideology that they should and would remain together.

[Penelope Blaise]

Disbelief colored her features, and it was the first thing to put a genuinely harsh look on the vampire's expression. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she pursed them tightly, and the hand she held tightened. Being laughed at wasn't something to enjoy, especially over something she deemed so serious.

Lucy might not have known much about her past, but surely this girl could understand that there was significance behind the decision to change someone, couldn't she?

"There's a bond, now," she explained further, daring to lean in close enough to brush her lips against hers. "You are always going to feel that. Me."

[Lucy Serrano]

A direct rebuttal was the best thing Lucy could hope to offer. She knew of confidence and how difficult it was to shake that. She saw a stint of disapproval from her expression, and given how Penny glanced with a stonewalling air about her, it was a huge change.

She stood as unwavering as she could be when such intimate contact was threatened, but her knees felt weaker, and so she was thankful she still had a hand on the wall. Because then she was being told things like they were facts. Facts she couldn't know, but evidently would. Perhaps it just took time to know she was speaking the truth, except Lucy had always been sceptical.

And when she parted her lips to fight the topic as she had mentally, she couldn't think of anything to say.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny had decades upon decades of experience in the subject she spoke of. She lived it first hand. She knew all too well of the bond between a sire and the one they created. Even now, she could still feel her own, faint in the distance and beyond the boarders of Old Chicago. Stronger, though, was the one she felt now with the person so very near to herself. There was an attraction, but this was different, too.

She had nothing to say on the matter, and that brought a curve to Penny's lips. Briefly, she had to wonder if it was possible to make this girl shut up, and now she was proven it was possible.

With all the anger that existed in the minimal space between them, Penny ignored it entirely. The part of her lips had the Brit leaning in for another connection with them. "You wanted this." She reminded her a moment later.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy willed herself to find something perfect to say in response. She wanted to find the means to one up the person who leaned in so intently. She couldn't think at all, but she wanted to feel a lot clearer than this before she tried to fight her again. Physically. Mentally. What could she do now?

A sweeter presence brushed against her lips, which felt like a stark cry from the harsh pressure she had received minutes ago. She even felt her eyes drop to a close; that wasn't fair.

Lucy stayed in silence for a moment then. She still didn't know what to say. She had no idea how to deal with the sudden pressure of a life bending change, let alone the girl who made it so and refused to feel sorry about it.

"When can I leave?" Lucy asked, and rather than exerting any attempt at dominance, it was a lighter question.

[Penelope Blaise]

There it was, a hint of acceptance. Or, at least, Penny was sure it was that. If only for a sliver of moment in time, and it seemed lost in the silence. A silence appreciated as she could just stare at the person she changed. The one who was determined to believe she did so out of ill-will, yet the truth was a stark cry from that.

"I am not holding you prisoner." Penny said finally, voice dropping. "But you will return, and you will not be reckless when you're gone." A thoughtful hum played about her lips as she eased her own hand away, wondering if the newly turned vampire would run again now that she was given some sort of freedom.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you."

[Lucy Serrano]

It was odd to speak about the current experience like she wasn't a prisoner. Everything about this home felt like a prison, sealed only by the fact that Penny had chased her moments ago. Of course Lucy had felt the desire to fight her further, but she never got the chance. How that anger felt wiped clean was beyond her, but she so hoped it would continue to simmer under the surface of her skin.

Reckless? She scoffed as she eased herself back, pulling her hand from the drywall beside her. Between them, she raised both her hands and inspected them. Absolutely no mark.

"You don't need to. I'm not a baby." Lucy argued flatly. Surely keeping an eye on her sounded as ridiculous to this girl as it had to the newly changed vampire. What trouble could she possibly get up to now?

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny wanted her to stay, but she seemed so determined to go, like she wouldn't want to come back. Her disapproval of the idea seemed clear, but she tried her best to keep an open mind, only for the fact that she knew the young vampire would return to her. At the very least, she knew that in the end she would be proven right. Penelope Blaise so did love to be right.

Her own eyes dropped to Lucy's knuckles. The only sign of wear was the dust of her damaged wall. When she looked up again, the vampire actually laughed. Light as it was, it was still uncommon, but there was something about the statement that brought humor to her.

"No, you are much more dangerous than that."