Hold Me Down

[Lucy Serrano]

"You don't know everything." Lucy quickly retorted. As much as she liked to speak like she did, there was no belief there. No justification for the entire lack of her own being.

The choices she made in the world on her first night might not have been the best, but she had no idea. And she wasn't so willing to veer from her own scrutiny to discuss the fact; "But you took everything I had! I have no other choice but to be here or be on the street." Surely on some level Lucy hoped she would understand that frustration.

"And I don't think of you as often as you act like I will." She lied. She wasn't the worst liar in the world, but she couldn't strip the softer qualities from her tone. On the contrary, it was often difficult to think of anything else.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny had never claimed to know everything, but she was highly aware that she knew tenfold more than Lucy did. Her immature reaction was a sign of that, and the vampire couldn't help the roll of her eyes. She leaned backwards, pressing her shoulders against the frame of the door as she crossed her own arms over her chest.

This was going to take some time.

Except, it changed pace very quickly. It had the Brit already peeling herself away from where she only just became comfortable. Her eyebrows quirked upwards as she stepped through the personal space between them, hand lifting into the air to draw back idle strands of her hair. "You already do." She stated with a hollow voice.

"What would your neighbors have said, had they known you changed? Do you think you would be welcomed there so easily?"

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy let her eyes try to narrow on the body that came closer. If she cared for her own breathing, she'd have held her breath unconsciously. Her shoulders rose and fell back instinctively, straightening out.

She felt caught, if not by the proximity than the lack of a real connection despite the proximity. Fingers through her hair again like she truly held that right.

"I dunno, neither do you." For all they knew, fear could be enough to keep everyone at bay. Tension filtered into her spine as she stood upright under the newfound pressure she couldn't shake. It was unfair how this happened. "One of them's dead now. That's your fault."

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny watched the physical way Lucy's body shifted under a simple, even gentle, touch. She kept her hand close, slowly drawing through the dark strands, following them down her neck to where she took a small lock of her hair, twisting it between two fingers lightly. "Oh, I know what would have happened." Perhaps the younger vampire was right, but Penny refused to act wrong.

She looked completely unfazed by knowing she was the cause of another person's death. Death - at least for humans - was inevitable. Their time on this earth was so short, why bother to care when that time expired?

"For someone who just killed again, you shouldn't be so upset."

[Lucy Serrano]

There was no reaction to the idea that a person had died. Someone in her neighbourhood by her own hand. Of all things to progress to, she was curious over the concept posed. And the way her hair was a consistent tool in what felt like being played with. This time when she raised a hand, she pressed an index finger against Penny's chest.

"I'm not mad about that, I'm pissed as fuck at you for being you!"

She dragged a fast breath in; "But that's three in a single day!" She informed her, unaware that she already knew of the second. The first was of course the blonde by her larder; for someone who had never taken a life before, it was certainly a stretch to strike such a count already.

[Penelope Blaise]

A finger square against her chest held strength likely not seen in Lucy's entire body before she changed. Yet she was growing stronger - much stronger than she had been when she first woken. Didn't she see the positivity of these changes? However, Penny still wore blame like there should be something to blame her for. Penny's eyes narrowed as she was yelled at, lips pressing together.

"Did you really need to take more than one?" She asked, eyebrows quirking upward. "You cannot blame me for your own actions. I got you up off your feet; what you did after that was your own decision."

She laughed. Dry. Bitterly.

"Not even a day in and you're showing off how easily you can kill."

[Lucy Serrano]

The words offered were too close to the truth. Too direct and too clever for someone who had no idea as to the last few hours for Lucy. It only seemed to infuriate her further; she almost felt the way her own eyes darkened.

"What'd you think was gonna happen when I went home to no home?" Lucy asked her then, refusing to reel back despite how she likely should have. This person carried a great sense of danger and Lucy knew that well enough. But she had gotten angry, and those feelings were so difficult to control; "I could rip your bloody home to pieces and we'll see how you like it!"

She'd already started. And she had aided that while Lucy was away. Without a word she started to move again, into the room where they stood to curl hands around that perfect easel and throw it back towards the door she'd moved through.

[Penelope Blaise]

Though Penny knew nothing of a third victim, she tried not to act surprised. She herself hadn't even taken so many lives upon her first day of turning so many years ago. For someone who was so morally against the act, she was teetering on the edge of control - if there was any left at this point.

A fortunate sidestep put Penny out of the way of the easel as it slammed against the door frame, enough to shatter the wood and cause significant damage to the already damaged door. Shards of wood still flew upwards, though, splinters hitting her with more annoyance than actual pain.

So she moved fast, unnaturally so. A hand quickly reached out, fingers ready to grab at the newly turned vampire's neck. "I could rip your throat out!"

[Lucy Serrano]

Shattered, likely aged wood destroyed the perfect image in the room that was supposed to be her own. It had been a beautiful piece - just like every other artwork in this home - but she felt far too angered to care about any of it.

Lucy only stopped when she was held as newly pointed teeth made themselves known with a kind of snarl. Hands flew to the one that held her, curling around her wrist to hold it steady.

"Go on then, do it!" She shouted despite their incredibly close proximity, "If that's what you wanna do, then come on!"

[Penelope Blaise]

It wouldn't have taken much effort to do exactly as she threatened to. Precise pressure between her thumb and forefinger could pinch the nerves and cause damage. It was tempting, in part because it wouldn't give the newly turned vampire the death she was practically begging for.

Her grip tightened; had the girl needed the airflow to survive, it would have been blocked off entirely. Penny's own teeth were baring fangs, just as hers were.

And then, it was gone. She let go, but didn't move her hand enough to shake the grip around her wrist. "Do you really believe destroying these things are going to give you the satisfaction you crave?" She asked, still angry. "You can do better than that!"

[Lucy Serrano]

Pressure hit her throat, and it didn't feel threatening like it should have. Instead, Lucy felt the concept of relief. It was nice on some level to see the different fire in the person who held her. Then she didn't. That pressure was gone, but that hand still remained. And Lucy still held her there.

Lucy shifted her own hands, pulling her in with the twisted grip she didn't want to let go of either. Still, she almost felt challenged, and so her nails gripped into the arm she held so harshly. Her eyebrows lowered in her own frustration.

"What do you want from me?" She asked instead, "Rip it out if you're so bloody keen to!"

[Penelope Blaise]

Frustration wore on this girl like she was born with it. She was born with it in a newer sense. The moment she had woken up in her changed state she had been so angry. Worse, however, was how that anger wore off on the normally stoic Brit. Penny clenched her jaw, feeling the pressure of sharper teeth begging to bite her again. Willpower was everything, but it was also slipping so easily.

"Just you!" She answered straightforwardly, yelling out the response now that she was practically pressed up against Lucy with the way she had pulled her in. It put a heat in her usually cold chest as her dark eyes narrowed down.

"I'm not the one confused; it's you that is unsure what you want!"

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy waited to be reached for again. Surely it'd only take a second or so for Penny to find the fire she once had. There were a myriad of things she could throw at the older vampire to somehow make her blood boil. That pressure had been everything, until it was followed up with that.

"Just-" Lucy moved to continue, but her mind caught up a second after her mouth. As if everything hadn't been muddled enough; she could barely make sense of it as it was.

So confusion clouded her eyes instead, and her hands loosened in their vice grip.

"What?"

[Penelope Blaise]

She felt the loosening of a grip, and it honestly shocked the vampire. Her eyebrows shot upward, letting that surprise wear on her features. It almost felt gentle to be within her grasp without that pain, but it worried Penny more than anything else. Lucy Serrano was a creature that perplexed her, but that did not mean she trusted her.

"Just what?" Penny asked in return to the question posed at her, daring the young vampire to finish her sentence. She genuinely wanted to know where she was headed with it.

And as if to make matters worse, she stepped closer, either pressing herself against the vampire or pushing her back against the wall depending on the way she chose to move.

[Lucy Serrano]

It was unfair how easily Lucy was derailed. She might have still been angry - she still carried that all important aggression - but very suddenly she lost the desire to destroy every single thing in the room made for her.

She dropped her jaw like she could really answer the question posed to her, but she didn't have the means to.

To make it worse, being caught off guard meant she was taking fumbling back steps to find herself against the nearest wall. With tables turned, Lucy doubted she could carry the same strength she had when the situation had been flipped not that long ago. "No, what are you talking about?" She managed finally, but the difficulty was there.