"Big yellow one! Got it!" Jares said with a nod and a grin, picking up the pace. Hm...was it really a good idea to go into a closed environment, though? The humans might follow them and try busting the door down or something, and then the poor girl's house would be absolutely devastated! That would suck! And then they'd all have to help clean up...man oh man.
Yet something told him that those humans would not be following them.
...Like the screams and yells that were carrying through the space, some of them cut off abruptly or turning into wet-sounding gurgles. Pleasant, that. Jares twitched a little, but didn't look back; he stuck to his course, dashing up the hill, and nearly jerked in surprise when the dark fog ended and there was nothing but clear forest around him. And...heh, lookit that. A big yellow house right in front of his nose. Obviously, he'd just reached the edge of that other vampire's spell, and to confirm that, Jares finally looked back over his shoulder. The black fog was still there, spread out ominously through the forest, hiding the blood and corpses that were no doubt lurking beneath it. He could still hear the screams, though they were fewer, now.
Ick...he wasn't all too sure he liked that other vampire too much...
In any case, it seemed he reached the big yellow house just in time, because that was when Bella murmured something about not drinking and being unable to stay awake. And about drawing a portrait.
Wow...who thought about drawing portraits in the midst of disaster...?
Erk, wait, he'd kind of thought the same thing, actually. Oops. Well, that didn't count!
"No worries, dear, we're already here!" he announced as he carried her up the pathway and to the front door, though by that time she was already a dead weight in his arms, passed out. Tsk. That wasn't too good. Oh well, no matter, she was still alive and...that other guy seemed to be having a ball taking care of the humans and succeeding, because the yells were practically non-existent at that point. All was well again! He guessed. Though if the villagers had ever had any doubts at all that she'd been responsible for the deaths of their kin, well...chances were, all that was wrecked now.
Especially with three vampires now lingering in the same area. Much less the same house.
Oh well!
Shiftng her around in his arms, he checked the door, clicked his tongue softly when he found it unlocked--tsk, leaving it wide open for thieves!--and nudged the door open with his hip before carrying her inside and heading over to the nearest sofa he saw. There, he deposited her easily before going back and shutting the door, though he kept it unlocked. After all, it wasn't his house and she'd invited the other guy, so he had no right to lock it! That would just be rude. Heading back over to the sofa, he plopped down beside her, crossed one leg over the other, and stared consideringly at the veins of his left wrist. To feed her, or not to feed her...
Then again, truth be told, he wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his blood. He wasn't exactly an orthodox vampire, and he couldn't say he'd ever fed another his blood. He didn't exactly hang out around many blood-suckers.
But...his blood was still red and metallicky to him! He guessed that counted for something! Still, he didn't know...it might be too sweet, have too much sugar in it.
Finally, he just shook his head and sat back, then randomly poked the girl in the cheek a few times with a finger in an effort to get her to come back to the conscious world. Nah, he'd just wait. It would hurt to bite himself, anyway, and he didn't really know what he was doing. Besides, it wasn't like she'd die or anything. She was technically already dead...
Besides, poking her was kind of fun. In a weird sort of amusing way that was probably only funny to him.
He was easily entertained, to say the least.