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Oct 03, 2008 22:39

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

The last thing she could remember... )

butcheress, azmaria hendric

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starofbethlehem October 4 2008, 04:19:09 UTC
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.

"Someone gave it to him? Hm..." Azmaria thought for a moment or two, and it didn't take her long to come up with a suspect; it was clear The Horrible Miss Rayne wanted to see her poor inmate hurt, and a warden would have access to any number of sharp things that could be used as weapons.

"Grazie mille," Azmaria said, then quickly correcting herself, "I-I mean... Thank you very much, th-that is very sweet... I'm so happy you think so." Azmaria tilted her head up, her chin resting against Bathory's collarbone. Tears beaded at the corners of her glossy red eyes, but she managed a tiny smile, "I-I know you're here for me... b-but I... I want to be strong, I don't want to cry to much..." she sniffled, attempting to hold off the sobs, and tucking her head under Bathory's chin. She stayed there quietly for a few moments before murmuring,

"Miss Bathory... Do you see the crosses on the walls? Those are cross barriers... and because of them, Miss Rayne can not come into my room... I-I would feel much better if I knew you were safe, so.... would you like to stay in here for a while? You'll be safe from your horrible warden, and I'll bring you food whenever you want it..." she said quietly, shyly.

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nazi_butcheress October 4 2008, 15:59:49 UTC
"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.

"Oh dear, there is nothing weak about crying, its a natural reaction the body has, to release stress. I went Doctor for a moment, forgive me." she suddenly, gave Azmaria a soft kiss on her head. "I would love to stay here for awhile.. and I am.. starving. It is why I was not strong enough to handle being stabbed.." Bathory was hungry of course, but she dare not yet tell her new friend it was mostly for blood. No, because then she would have to explain her Ancestral Mortal Vampirism and at this point, she figured it would scare the girl. No, she might have to sneak out for the blood. Still, things were going according to plan, her new friend trusted her enough to invite her to stay, it was only a matter of time before she could start influencing her.

"Thank you.. so much for helping me. Your the only person who has ever done so. It means so much to me." she said, with a smile, realizing that was the appropriate response to what Azmaria had done for her. Though deep down, part of her actually ment it, and it disturbed her.

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starofbethlehem October 4 2008, 16:25:20 UTC
"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."

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