Pocket Full of Sunshine || You know Who You Are

It was a usual occurance. Viola would usual disappear for Amora's side for days on end and return, continueing as if nothing had every happened. She'd return with the scents of her travels clinging to her clothes and skin in a state of peace. None of these trips ever lasted more than two days and were never spoken of again.

This time was different. Viola returned the fifth day.

She staggered into the cave, relieved to be out of the midday sun. A hand clamped to her face, trying to hold back the bubbling flesh that was melting like ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk. The rest of her body was covered in similar burns, peering out of her torn clothing. Her expression was rather placid though, despite the extreme urge to cry.

"Amora. I need you," she said softly, her voice dry and cracked to reflect the darkened eyes that had appeared, "It's bad,"

Amora had no idea why she kept coming back to this place whenever the sun started coming out. She'd been avoiding it during most of the week, returning a bit before daybreak to check on Vi, but she hadn't been there lately.

It wasn't unusual for Vi to be gone; expecting a vampire to stay in one place was crazy, especially for one so young. The length of time between this times was longer though. She'd been coming back earlier and earlier, hoping that Vi would be there.

But she hadn't been.

Mora had been starting to stay there more and more, avoiding Rush and the other Vampires and staying in Vi's room, pacing, drawing, doing whatever she could to put the waiting to rest.

She was worried.

This was the reason she was practically tensed for attack the second she heard Vi's name.

"Sweets!" She was running, before the girl in a millisecond. She didn't think about the hour or the position of the sun before she smelled it.

Burning.

She froze, her eyes wide. "What... what were you...?" She came to a stop in front of Vi, her eyes taking in her burnt form. "Sweets...." She said softly, bringing her wrist to her mouth. Biting down on a vein she brought it to Vi's mouth. "Drink." Her blood should heal the girl, as it did the many bumps and bruises she usually got whenever she was away from Mora this long.

Viola looked past the girl, her brain a bit more hazed than usual, and gave a distant smile, as if she was seeing something not there. Her arm dropped to her side to show her reddened skin. Her mouth clamped loosely on Amora's arm, letting most of the blood drip down her face.

She was beginning to feel weak again, even though Amora's blood was slowly repairing her skin. There was a moment where she wanted to speak, so it seemed, but then she fell forward on to the girl, her legs giving out.

"Amora.." she whimpered, "Am I going to die?"

Amora caught her easily, growling low in her throat. "You'll be fine." She said firmly. She bent into a crouch, holding the girl close. "You just need to drink this, okay?" Her eyes searched Vi's, her focus was completely on the girl, so she didn't notice anyone in the corridor with them. "Okay sweets?"

She glanced down at her wrist, willing more blood to pool there. It was making her hungry, giving up this much blood, but it would be fine. She could feed later.

Ethon made his way into the lair, strolling leisurely along, pausing when he caught scent of a unique smell: burnt flesh. Speeding into a light sprint, he came across Amora and Vi, the latter of which was the source of the smell.

"By all the gods..." he murmured, then crouched down. Lightly, he placed a hand on the blonde's forearm. "Let me," Ethon said. "She will need more than you can give her."

Amora glanced up at him, unconciously relaxing when she noticed it was Vi's maker, not her own. She was alreeady feeling a bit parched from bloodloss, so she nodded, bringing her wrist away from the girl.

"Fine." She grumbled, looking back down at Vi. "I'm giving you to him now, alright Sweets?" She said softly. "His blood tastes better, in any case." She grinned down at the girl, keeping her voice light, as if nothing were wrong.

Viola had finally clamped down on Amora's arm when Ethon appeared. Her head lolled back, watching him with soft light in her eyes. In her hazed state, she barely recognized the man, only interested in the strange rushing of blood through his veins and the tormenting smell of human.

She reached for him, taking his shoulder to pull him closer. Her lips were pursed, almost in a kiss, as she leaned towards him. At the last second, she buried her face into his neck, too agonized to wait. She buried her fangs with his neck softly, holding back a strangled sound of relief.

Ethon grimaced slightly as Vi's fangs pierced his skin. He was usually the one doing the biting, after all. The man held the brunette gently, cradling her against him as she drank. He was not concerned about blood loss. Himself, he could take care of later. It was more important that she heal from the damage clearly done by the sun.

The man stroked her hair, almost absently.

Blood.

Viola was feeling the everlasting bliss of the sweet taste of blood, her fingers curling in an almost ecstasy. The itching feeling of healing skin mixed with the filling stomach powered her desire as she buried her fangs deeper into his skin.

I should really stop, she thought to herself, but automatically growled in protest. Why stop? It was such a good feeling... even part of her wanted to drain the man in her arms.

It was the caresses that brought her back to reality. She unhinged her jaw and pulled away, looking by at the man- her Master- with honey colored eyes. "No more," she whimpered, leaning away from him. Anymore and she'd never stop. She could deal with the remaining burns (just little things, really.)

Mora had watched with a startling sense of dejavu. At least Sweets had the control to stop without being ordered to do so...

"Feel better now, Freshblood?" She asked, peeking over ethon. She really did like this one better. He was sweeter, nicer, and seemed gentler than her own maker.

She smiled at Vi, noting the better state of her skin. "Thank you, Master Ethon." She said softly, her eyes going to him meekly. She'd never needed help caring for Viola before, but maybe now she wouldn't have to worry... as much.

Still a bit hungry, she straightened. "Would you like to go back to your room, now, Sweets?"

"Ah," Ethon said softly, surveying Vi as she pulled away. "Much better. The rest should go away, shortly."

He scooted back to lean against the wall, letting his head fall back as he shut his eyes. Looked like he would be going out to hunt again, soon. "It's just Ethon," he said quietly. "I've no need to be called 'master'."

Viola sat up, stilling shaking slightly. In a single motion, she managed to rock to her feet, nodding to her friend. "I want to sleep, Amora. Stay with me,"

In truth, she wanted to ask her master to stay with her so she could take in his smell until.. until forever. She just watched him with troubled eyes, a blush coming to her face.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, dejected, "I'm sorry. I... I just wanted to see the sunrise,"

Mora wrapped an arm protectively around the girl's shoulders, her breathing calming down. She smiled softly. "Of course, Vi. I'll stay with you."

She looked to her freshblood's maker, her eyes thankful. "Thank you, Master Ethon." She said softly.

"It's alright, Vi." She cooed, gently leading the girl in the direction of her bedroom. "It'll all be better after a nice nap..."