Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[daniel_stacy]

He had stopped drinking human blood for a girl who was MIA.

Of course Daniel figured that was his fault, too. Get too loose with your relationship rules and suddenly there weren’t any at all. If their involvement could be construed as a relationship… He was fuzzy on that. Nevertheless, Daniel had given it up for Holly, and now there was no Holly, but he was still trying to hold out because there might (?) be a Holly at some point in the future and at this point, he was proud of his restraint. Not killing people might be the only prowess Daniel could muster.

But things got touchy when the butcher ran out of blood.

So here Daniel was in a pet shop, holding a brown bunny by its midsection, pretending to be in earnest search of a furry companion. The bunny’s eyes darted back and forth. Its nose twitched. Daniel inspected its undercarriage because he didn’t know its gender. Why that mattered when the idea was to eat it, he didn’t know.

“Have you ever cared for a bunny before?” asked a saleswoman in enormous glasses.

“No,” he said. “I had a dog once.”

“They’re nothing… like dogs,” she condescended.

“Really? Because my dog humped everything in sight, too.” Daniel smiled at her, trying to charm her. It did not work, so he said, “I’ll check out a library book,” just to get her off his scent. He carried the bunny to the shop window and looked outside. Daylight savings time meant that he had to shack up longer, so it was 9:30 already. The shop closed at 10:00. If he was going to drain this critter tonight, he needed to make up his mind.

A pretentious woman in a fur stole walked past the shop. Daniel covered the bunny’s eyes. "Look awaaaaay," he cried.

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Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[melodymagic]

The shift at the shop had ended up being a double, the other assistant having called in sick, and Melody was exhausted as she hurried along the street, heading home. She was pretty pleased with herself though, because her extra time had meant she'd had plenty of time to work on the salve she had had some difficulty in perfecting. It was a time sensitive concoction that needed the ingredients added in a specific order, and at times that involved observing exactly what was going on in the mixture. Every other time she'd tried it a customer had walked in and she'd had to abandon it, but this afternoon she'd finally succeeded, and was now carrying it in a small glass jar, to have on hand if she came across someone who needed it.

She managed to stop herself from walking into the man who appeared to be carrying something he covered up to protect from the woman wearing a fur coat, stepping back then letting out a little gasp and laugh followed by an 'Ohhh, so cuuuuute!' when she saw he was holding a bunny.

"What's its name?" she asked, clapping her hands with a laugh, her eyes bright.

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[melodymagic]

Her eyes darted around the store, looking to see if anyone had overheard him, then returned to his face. They fell down to her hands fairly quickly as she wasn't focusing on the cute bunny he'd been holding before, but was now looking at him.

And he had figured out what she was.

"I'm not used to people knowing when I'm... well, not at work," she said, her eyes fixed on a button on his coat as her fingers of her right hand fiddled with the beads and a small metal disc around her left wrist.

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[melodymagic]

Melody glanced at the window and immediately saw what he meant, and gave him a small sympathetic smile, wondering for a brief moment how female vampires managed to apply their makeup, something she hadn't even thought before but for some reason thinking now. Until he asked his question.

She laughed, her hand flying to her mouth to cover it as she did. She shook her head and lowered her hand. "Not yet, but it's something I'm going to try and learn." She then realised maybe she shouldn't have let on what she couldn't do, but then she quickly decided it really wasn't going to make any difference to him. From what she knew and had read, vampires were fairly athletic and he could probably outrun, or jump or anything else.

"I'm still getting used to it too," she found herself admitting, "which is why I get to do the messenger runs," she added, indicating the parcel he clearly knew about, given its contents and her conversation about them were what had given her away.