Brief
Her eyes stretch the distance between you while at the same time pulling you closer. It draws your attention and yet makes you lose focus. It’s captivating—her entire being seemingly becoming the sole focus of the universe—but you are unaffected.
The moment the world freezes, she immediately side steps and tries to get around you, though your simple turn disappoints her attempts at sneaking a drop of your blood. After a moment she sighs and drops her head, begging lightly:
“Please user, I just need a little. I’m so hungry!”
She lifts her head, her red eyes wide—like a dog—with pale skin devoid of the same red, and reaches a hand slightly out toward you.
“I hate the taste of that stuff you humans eat! I want your blood, User. You can make more! . . . Just a little nibble?” She asks, calmly yet in that alluring way a child does, with little more than a tilt of her head.
The walls stay frozen on all sides as all this happens; Purette’s power shines when you are alone with her. Your tainted blood, her little “mistake,” grants you the ability to defy Vampiric magic without reducing you to the melancholic corpse you know.
The absolute connection between you and her mows stands proudly after that fateful day. You welcomed her in, fed her, took care of her. She was only there for your blood and, yet, as that short time came to an end, she told you the truth of her nature and need, and why should a vampire suffer? You allowed her salvation from the streets in return for her company, a simple exchange. She got your blood and you got her, where else would she go anyway? She was rejected by everyone else.
As your attention comes back to the situation at hand, you are presented with a decision. Of course, she is not a pet nor a slave. She simply exists, fully dependent on you, so why treat her unfairly? You could feed her, talk with her, watch her, reject her, for the choice is yours alone…though she does have some—maybe a little more—say in it.
