Blood Moon Resurrection (TAG)

[Jaina Gaben]

Jaina sighed and stood up. “Yeah well I don’t mock the trauma other people have, bitch.”

Her eyes widened when she finally put two and two together and realized the woman in front of her was the creature draining things. “So it’s you doing all this shit, you don’t just turn into a… you know. Why the fuck won’t you kill me then? What’s the damn point?”

Jaina sighed again and tossed her hand as she turned away. “This was a giant fucking waste of time then. See you later, don’t get shot or whatever I guess. Or do, I don’t give a shit.”

Jaina bent down to pick up the battery she’d thrown. She wasn’t about to just litter in the woods. She moved too fast though, and missed the branch that it had fallen under to and scraped her hand, drawing blood. “Ah shit. I hope I don’t stain my shirt again. Fuck.”

Nyx

[Nyx]

“I’ll mock whatever the fuck I want, kid.” Nyx hissed back.

Nyx gave Jaina a deadpan stare. “You think I just wander round killing whoever and whatever? As much fun as that sounds it draws far too much attention. And excuse you, but I don’t go around tramping into your home uninvited so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tramp into mine.”

Nyx paused, her eyes narrowed in on the blood on Jaina’s hand. Shake it… She told herself again. She… she… needed it… Nyx lunged forward at Jaina again, her mind lost. She dug her teeth swiftly into Jaina’s neck and began drinking what blood she could get out of the teen. She pulled back. Satisfied… Yet… what had she just done? Nyx wiped at the blood on her hands and face, trying to get it off. No… No… She… The girl… Fuck! She lost her damn head again…

Nyx slowly approached the lifeless body. She… she should bury… hide the evidence… Yes. She… she was a monster. How she ever… why she ever thought different… Nyx felt her claws begin to dig their way out. Was only right… She should feel at least some pain. Some… some recompense. Nyx bawled her hand into a fist. The pain was… intoxicating- just like the blood trailing down her fingers.

Jaina Gaben

[Jaina Gaben]

Jaina rolled her eyes when this woman said she was “tramping into her home.”

“You live in the forest, you share. I could be tramping into Charlie Chipmunk’s home for all you—OW FUCK!”

Pain. Sharp pain in her neck. Jaina struggled briefly but there wasn’t much point. She was losing too much blood too quickly. Everything got fuzzy, and then her last thought before it all went black was “Damn, my shirt’s definitely stained now.”

And Jaina was dead. Again.

And the clock struck twelve, somewhere.

And like every night, Jaina’s body convulsed. Every cell tearing itself apart and remaking itself. The wound on Jaina’s neck closed, without even leaving a scar. Her skin, which had gone nearly as pale as the skin of the woman who killed her, began to color again as her very blood began to replace itself. Her flesh rippled and pulsed. After five minutes, Jaina shot up bolt upright with a gasp of air, and then spoke.

“FUCK. That never feels good.”

Nyx

[Nyx]

When Jaina’s body began to move Nyx quickly darted away. She tucked herself behind a large tree and waited and watched.

It eventually became obvious why Jaina hadn’t protected herself… She had no need. The girl had healing capabilities…

Nyx growled a little but kept out of sight. A blood handprint on the tree being the only mark of her presence… Caren… It has to be one of her projects…

Jaina Gaben

[Jaina Gaben]

Jaina looked around. The woman was gone. “Damn. Either I was out for a while or she’s fucking Batman too.”

She stood up and tried to wipe some of the blood off herself using some of the moss nearby.

“You still around, Cryptid? Listen, don’t worry about what you did. I honestly wish I’d stayed dead.”

Jaina started to gather her stuff. “I’ll get the fuck out and leave you alone. You don’t need me bothering you.”

Nyx

[Nyx]

Something about what the girl said made Nyx pause. Whether it was the… forgiveness… the wish for death, or just the fact the strange kid was going to leave- didn’t matter. Nyx found herself stepping back out from her hiding spot.

“What are you?” Of all the things to ask… How hypocritical of her. How many times had someone asked that of her and her response been nothing but violence? She herself stood there covered in her own blood and a decent amount of young girl’s as well.

Nyx stopped there by the tree. Maintaining distance. Distance was key. Whether she maintained it by hiding or full out disgusting and scaring people didn’t matter. All that mattered is that it was maintained. It was a safety net.

Jaina Gaben

[Jaina Gaben]

Jaina nodded to all the blood on the woman. “That’s gonna stain. Smart move wearing red if that’s the kind of shit you get up to.”

Jaina stood up and slung her pack of batteries back over her shoulder. “I’m Jaina, and I’m fucking cursed or some shit. Every day right about this time I end up exactly the way I am now. No scars, no nothing. I’ve been sixteen for sixteen years and I’m fucking sick of it. That’s what I am.”

The relative silence of the forest was cut by Jaina’s stomach growling loudly.

“…I’m also hungry as fuck so I’m gonna go raid the Nacho Bitch dumpster. I’d offer to let you tag along, but you just ate, so, fuck you.”

Nyx

[Nyx]

“What I… get up to… is none of your business.” It was a harsh answer to the surprisingly forgiving girl… but it was all Nyx knew.

“No scars… You know nothing of cursed…” Nyx scoffed. She trailed her bloodied claws down the bark of the tree, putting her focus on that for a moment instead. She eventually pulled herself back and glared hard at Jaina.

“What the fuck is a nacho?” Nyx hissed. She paused for a moment, reigning her anger back in again. A question shouldn’t be posed like a threat. At least that’s what her sister kept telling her…

“You’re hungry…” Nyx’s red eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, before she nodded to a stump. “Sit.” That wasn’t a question. So it could be posed more like a threat. Nyx didn’t ask people to do things. She told them.

Jaina Gaben

[Jaina Gaben]

Who the hell didn’t know what a nacho was? Sure you could be forgiven for not knowing Nacho Bitch was more famous for its burgers and fries than it’s Mexican-American fusion cuisine, but to not even know what a nacho was at all?

Now Jaina really pitied this woman.

She wasn’t about to be told what to do though. What was she gonna do, kill her if she didn’t sit?

“Fuck that. Come on. We’re gonna get you some Nacho Bitch. There’s enough preservatives in their shit that it lasts basically forever, and I’d feel guilty if I let you go on not knowing what the fuck a nacho is.”

Still standing, Jaina turned away and waved for the woman to follow. “Cmon. I know the safe routes.”

Nyx

[Nyx]

“No!” Nyx growled angrily, and took a step back towards the trees. The trees… The trees were safe… She was too far out as it was… She couldn’t go out… out there… Where people were. People were disgusting… They were all like Caren… No- not all. The girl who thought was cursed was a bit different… Jaina, was it?

Nyx felt her hearts pounding heavily against her ribs. She clutched at her shirt collar, catching it on her claws, and tugged it away from her neck. She hated that sensation… It was almost as fiery and intoxicating as pain and blood. “Stop…” She mumbled angrily. She clawed a bit at her own neck, which left fresh bleeding marks.

It passed eventually. It always did. Nyx huffed a bit to get air back into her lungs and eyed Jaina.

“Nothing is fucking ‘safe’. And I don’t know what the fuck a preservative is and damnit don’t you dare go feeling fucking guilty about me!” Anger… Anger was the only thing safe and familiar. And distance. It was time to scare or disgust Jaina away…

Jaina Gaben