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[starofbethlehem]

Who: Azmaria Hendric and The Butcheress
When: after the completion of this
Where: Azmaria's room.

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[nazi_butcheress]

The Last few minutes was nearly a blur to her, she remembered a struggle with the Joker, and the cracking of bone as she broke his arm, but she was too slow. The deprivation of both blood and food made her weak and she was stabbed, dying. The Joker seemed to escaped when this little girl came out of nowhere, then there was only blackness, similar to when Rayne killed her. However, she had woken up to beautiful singing, it was coming from Azmaria. She was glowing and had wings, Bathory could have sworn Azmaria was an Angel or something. Could it be

[starofbethlehem]

In her blurry state of mind, Azmaria could have almost sworn she was in the presence of dear miss Satella; perhaps it was the voice; the German accent combine with the tender affections... Azmaria shook her head like a confused little kitten, in attempt to scatter the thoughts; thinking of miss Satella was always so sad...

"I'm alright, Miss Bathory," Azmaria said, putting on a brave smile to mask the weakness she felt; healing always drained her energy, leaving her weak for days at a time. "Y-you don't need to worry about me... I-I wasn't the one attacked, after all," she said, and suddenly her eyes looked glossy, as if she might cry. "I-I'm so sorry that you had to... go through that, Miss Bathory! I wish I had arrived sooner..." Azmaria's lower lip trembled as if she was trying not to cry. "A-are your wounds all healed, at least?"

[nazi_butcheress]

Bathory watched the girl, stroking her hair in a motherly way, pondering if this girl was a Angel, or if she even knew what she was. Bathory listened to her, as if she was truly concerned about the girl then noticed she looked about to cry, and gave her a hug, all the while fighting back her sick and twisted impulses, being this close to the girl gave her thoughts of killing her or introducing her to sex, but she would jeopardize the plan. No, she continued to hold her in a motherly way, stroking her hair

[starofbethlehem]

Azmaria sniffled, holding back a tiny sob as Bathory hugged her. The girl became stiff for a moment, almost seeming reluctant, before crumpling into Bathory's embrace. She took a shaky breath, winding her small arms around Bathory's shoulders, and hiding her face against the woman's collarbone

[nazi_butcheress]

Bathory caressed the girls back softly, listening to her, and finding her obviously weak, but curiously instead of her pathetic like others she finds weak, she felt a little protective over her, which confused her more.

"Your welcome dear. I know The Joker must have seemed scary, especially looking like a clown.. but hes not really to blame here. He had a weapon.. someone had to have given it to him. Someone else is behind this." Butcheress whispered to Azmaria, then leaned her head against the girls.

"An.. Apostle? Very Interesting. However..to me, your a true Angel. Your everything the bible describes one to be." Bathory said to the girl, trying to make her feel comforted. "If you feel like crying.. do so. Im here for you my friend." she whispered to the girl. Knowing encouraging such emotions while being held by her would encourage Azmaria to trust her more and bring her closer, she continued. "Shh.. just let it go precious."

[starofbethlehem]

Azmaria shuddered at the still fresh memories of the frightening man she had seen, apparently called "The Joker." She wondered why Bathory got so much trouble, when The Joker was obviously so much more dangerous then she was. She let out a shaky breath as she felt the gentle stroking, a blurry calmness seeping over her

[nazi_butcheress]

"Grazie Mille?" Bathory asked softly. "Your welcome, what are friends for precious? There there.. it will be ok." Bathory continued comforting Azmaria, thankfully she passed out for a few hours, as Violence and Adrenaline always make her so aroused, she'd probably would not have been able to handle being so close to her new friend so soon after the incident without acting out one of her deliciously sadistic fantasies

[starofbethlehem]

"Grazie Mille just means "Thanks you very much"... It's Italian; I was born in Italy," Azmaria explained, seeming a little more contented as she remained curled up against Bathory's front, blissfully unaware of any dangers that might lurk there. She giggled slightly at Bathory's Doctorly explanation of crying, and said,

"I-I know, but I should be the one taking care of you right now, you were the one attacked, after all." Azmaria wove her fingers together behind Bathory's neck, settling down where she was and seeming to regain a small sense of calm. "You can stay here as long as you like. Just tell me what you want me to bring you from the dinning hall, and I'll get it for you," she said, tilting her head up and giving Bathory a bright, pretty smile.

"You don't need to thank me Miss Bathory... I came here because I wanted to do this; I want to help people like you. I'm so sorry you've had such a rough time until now... but I'll do my best to make it better for you, I promise."