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[slayer_fray]

Mel doesn't let herself question why Carlisle's following her so sheep like. Not until she gets into the office and has Baby open a cell for him. Saying nothing more, she waits for him to go in, then leans back against the opposite wall, watching.

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[ofthefamily]

The cell itself is not bigger than the one Carlisle had occupied previously, but it is certainly different.

He turns his black eyes to the guard, taking in her dress and everything about her that keeps shouting at Carlisle that he has finally lost what little control he had maintained thus far.

Carlisle hasn't figured out anything to say yet, so when he steps into the cell and spins on his heel to see no bars or door behind him, he reaches out and places one pale hand on the barricade silently, trying to figure it out.

[slayer_fray]

There's nothing in Mel's demeanour or dress that could speak to Carlisle of anything resembling the world he left, that's for certain.

Recognising a lack of recognition, she leans on her hands and lets him explore the clear front of Baby before speaking.

"Where'd you come from just now?"

[ofthefamily]

Might as well play along, Carlisle supposes.

"Lower tunnels behind the east gate. Volterra."

After a second, Carlisle explores another possibility: "Is this some new location Aro has decided to deposit me? I do not recognize it."

[slayer_fray]

"No."

She doesn't want to know who Aro is, or where the Hell Volterra is or any of that.

"S'a tav. You're in cell for hitting two patrons. You get that, right?"

[slayer_fray]

After a few minutes, without any exchange of words, Mel does leave Carlisle, although reluctantly.

He's head fucked, or time displaced or AU-ified or something, but he's probably the vampire in the bar for whom she has the most respect right now, so she's distinctly not happy about leavin ghim in cell - for Mel, the worst punishment available.

She leans the heels of her palms on the barand rocks onto the balls of her feet. "You wanna give me some blood for our new occupant?"

It arrives in a thermos, so at least Mel doesn't have to smell it.

[themidnightson]

Edward stood in the infirmary, in wake of River's departure and near obliteration from focus, seeing only the surfeit of (his) Carlisle's choice reflected in this room.

He left the room without even grasping that he needed to, becoming a whisper of instinctive movement. But only getting two steps out the door before Mel's words to the Bar reached him. He appeared to the side of her, a few steps back.

"You shouldn't do that." His voice is tempered, almost impeccably smooth and even, which worked until one looked to his eyes.

[slayer_fray]

Mel doesn't like Edward nearly as much as she does Carlisle, so his presence, while tolerated, isn't exactly a welcome one.

Until she meets his eyes, at which point her fighting edge blunts, just a little, and concern softens her brow.

"Why not?"

[themidnightson]

It's there, in the dark gold, that he's drowning. Standing perfectly still, without the need to breathe or shift, with impeccable grace in even the way his face tilts to look at hers; drowning.

"It won't help."

It doesn't matter what is in the canister. It doesn't matter if it human. Or synthetic. Or alien. Or anything that Bar could produce. All it will be to him is a new ploy to the always plot for how drive him to Their wants.

"He--" is in a game he can't win "--couldn't comprehend any charity in it now."

[themidnightson]

Debi! *appears from writing* I just remember I was supposed to ask if betagainstme could be added to this filter, since she's in on all plot things?

[slayer_fray]

Done!