"I don't know. The lore says that when a human is turned into a vampire, their soul vanishes and a demon takes up residence in what's left. The physical body goes on, generally to wreak havoc until someone returns them to the earth as ashes. I suppose it depends on what you believe as to if the soul goes to heaven or hell."
Julianna's voice was still quiet and without urgency, but she was moving while she talked. She killed the BMW's motor and took the keys out of the ignition, The first aid box was in the trunk, along with the spare tire and two road flares. The Watcher took the kit out, then stepped around the vehicle's rear bumper to where the Slayer stood. A better option might have been to sit in the backseat and do this, but she didn't want to put the blonde in a confined space right now.
"Here. Let me see."
When the Slayer extended her arm, the older woman examined the cut critically. It didn't seem to be too deep, as Valerie had said, but it was definitely self-inflicted. Her brow creased with consternation. She didn't seem to have a knife on her person. What had she cut herself with?
"You did well to keep some pressure on it, even if it was just to conceal the injury," she said. A small bottle of antiseptic was removed from the box, held up for inspection.
"I'm going to clean it a bit, then bandage it as best I can. I'm afraid it's going to sting."
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on 2013-12-28 07:10 am (UTC)Julianna's voice was still quiet and without urgency, but she was moving while she talked. She killed the BMW's motor and took the keys out of the ignition, The first aid box was in the trunk, along with the spare tire and two road flares. The Watcher took the kit out, then stepped around the vehicle's rear bumper to where the Slayer stood. A better option might have been to sit in the backseat and do this, but she didn't want to put the blonde in a confined space right now.
"Here. Let me see."
When the Slayer extended her arm, the older woman examined the cut critically. It didn't seem to be too deep, as Valerie had said, but it was definitely self-inflicted. Her brow creased with consternation. She didn't seem to have a knife on her person. What had she cut herself with?
"You did well to keep some pressure on it, even if it was just to conceal the injury," she said. A small bottle of antiseptic was removed from the box, held up for inspection.
"I'm going to clean it a bit, then bandage it as best I can. I'm afraid it's going to sting."