Don't Cry for Me, Argentina (Owl to Ivy from Rachel)

[racheltherunner]

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[tamwood]

Ivy, of course, had noticed the fact that Rachel was missing - and had scoured the castle in search for her. Twice. Eventually she came to the conclusion that while Rachel was good at hiding, she wasn't that good, and she must be somewhere else.

She hadn't been so infuriated and so worried in a very long time.

Hence why the random bird landing on her shoulder and dropping a package at her feet was definitely not what she'd expected. Especially when she was halfway to Hogsmeade for some... business.

The reply was written on a crumpled bit of paper Ivy had had in her pocket, and a pen that had probably seen better days. And the painting was so confusing that she'd thank Rachel later, once she had any idea of why Rachel had given it to her.

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Rachel,

By the Turn, where the HELL are you? Do you have any idea how much I've searched this freaking castle for you?

- Ivy

[tamwood]

After having fed and replied to the last letter, Ivy had simply collected the painting, walked back to the castle, and curled up on her couch. By the Turn, she felt great. Great enough to lie back and do nothing but listen to Takata's newest CD, singing softly along with the vampire-ears-only parts.

It was times like this that she truly understood why blood was such a passion for vampires. Newly fed, the sheer feeling of power and heat was enough to make her wonder why she'd ever sworn off blood. For the moment, there was no shame, no guilt - just a satisfaction that came with living to her true vampire nature.

The next letter Ivy calmly opened and read almost impassively, ignoring the worry that was dully flashing in the back of her mind.

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Rachel,

You're a big girl, you don't need my tips to stay alive. Until you do, because you're too stubborn to realize when you're walking into real danger

[racheltherunner]

It was funny - a glass of water crashing onto dirt didn't make remotely the satisfying sound one might expect.

The run had been a mistake. Who else saw that coming? I had managed to get away without being bit. Barely. And when I said 'barely' I meant it in the most exacting of terms. I meant it as in teeth scraping the skin of my neck, and saliva dripping down to pool in between my breasts.

How I got away was a long story and not one I was dwelling on. Let's just say that ley line magic is no match for a vampire. Even one who thinks they've just found the Happy Meal of unbound delights.

Ivy's letter, however, made the sour taste of terror and helplessness that overwhelmed me on the Martinez compound seem like child's play. I hated her like this. I hated what feeding on blood, letting herself go, did to her. She became this thing, and I couldn't reach her anymore

[tamwood]

It had been a few hours, and Ivy had dozed off - warm, content, sleepy from a full stomach and lulled by Takata's music. She'd wondered why she didn't do this more often - if she just let go of her silly little inhibitions, she could feel like this... constantly.

The next letter startled her awake. Reading what Rachel had written brought on the first stirrings of anger and worry, but it was too soon for any kind of real concern.

Nonetheless, she penned a reply. Three, in fact.

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Rachel,

Your choice. Just don't come crawling back to me when you realize you've given up on friendship over something so insignificant as blood.

- Ivy

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Rachel,

You didn't make it fine without me, and I think I've lost count of the number of times I've had to save your ass. Congratulations on the run, though. Poor Oliver is probably furious.

I might just have to drink blood more often. I feel fantastic. If I felt like this the night you came on to me, I never would have turned you down. We

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Rachel,

When are you coming back? I miss