Fantasy The Mystery of Shadows {Open - Just jump in!}

[PastelBeauty]

Perdita expected this initial hysteria from anyone seeing an apparition for the first time. Her voice was to weak to speak at the time being and she had bouts of dizziness as she clung to stay on the physical plane. Perdita’s body was nothing more than a transparent sheet or film that the supernatural male could see through. The male with the blonde spiked hair tripped and fell over a chair, his eyes wide with sheer terror. The woman who was unconscious needed stitches, but there was nothing for Perdita to do. Perdita took her eyes off the unconscious woman to then regard the male once more. He was supernatural, but exactly what he was, was a mystery to Perdita. She walked closer, but winced as her body dissipated and went into the Spiritual In-Between plane. She focused harder and pulled herself back to the physical realm.

"G-Ghost?!" The male was scrambling backwards until he hit the wall, he kept looking at his friends for help. Maybe his friends saw her too? Perdita looked over at them but...from what she could tell they didn't feel anything besides a cold chill down their backs.

“Please…I’m not ---hurt you.” Perdita’s voice cut in and out. She sighed and shook her head. She wasn’t going to hurt him, she needed his help. She needed their help.

A haunting usually takes place around the last location of the deceased. Souls, that are trapped, live within that location either doomed to repeat their final moments of life or to disappear to Purgatory where they wait for judgment on their soul. Godhood was the only place to judge these souls and depending on their verdict, they would either descend or ascend. However, some become poltergeists. Their intent is on harming any who disturb them or have the unfortunate luck to find themselves a part of the poltergeists’ final moments. Both scenarios end up with the living becoming the deceased and experiencing the same traumatic fate as the poltergeist.

Perdita was not a poltergeist, her haunting was not directed towards any living soul per se, but she did attach herself to the living. Without moving onto Godhood it was the only semblance of peace that she’d had in the days that followed her death. Lost in her own thoughts and musings, she didn’t pay attention to the rude remarks of the male. However, his terror, made her deeply troubled and sad.

“Please. My body…Help bury…me.”

She couldn’t get any more words out and she crumpled onto her knees in front of him tears streaming down her ghostly white face, her body like smoke.

“I beg.” Perdita’s last words before she looked up at the male with haunting eyes and disappeared.

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[idalie]

Henry Francis Foster
Rustling through cupboards and lockers, Henry returned rather quickly in all consideration. Carrying a small basket of his selected medicines and appropriate tools. Only to see Zero falling backwards with a call of "G-ghost?!" Foster sensed the temperature drop, eyes narrowing as he cleared his throat. "Just ignore it, they're ghosts for a reason. I'm sure it'll slip through the cracks somewhere nice sooner or later." He seemed none too concerned, although perhaps irritated. After encountering a few ghosts in his time, somewhat stronger ones who had spent time chained to the place of their death thus able to reveal themselves to the living - Henry saw them as a nuisance. Especially after a phantom salesman had attempted selling him a burnt out, rusted toaster which Foster had no clue what to do with.

The masked survivor seemed quite cynical to speak of such things, but Foster didn't concern himself with the dead. The living was his priority. Kneeling beside Annabelle, he drew a white handtowel from his collected basket and slipped it beneath Alexa's head. "Too many tragedies and a man can't think." He began, with a wide plastic syringe of saline, washing out the wound whilst the clear fluid became a lighter blue and spilt from her temple - trickling down. Henry trying to keep her hair back from the solution, till he could clearly see the gash - it was wide and relatively deep, swearing he could glimpse the skull. Nevertheless, pulling on the thinner latex gloves, he threaded a needle. Huffing outward as he did a little jig. "Right, keep the ghost occupied. Little smooch, I don't know what it wants. Just don't come jumping around here. I'm shakier than a crackhead." He called towards the vampire, glancing over his shoulder before inhaling heavy.

Pushing the skin together, blood running from the movement, Henry began. Flesh was tougher than he'd expected - only stitching himself shut on a few occasions, it left him only somewhat prepared. Doing it on another human was completely different - especially since it mattered. For a first time on someone else, the sutures came out quite neat. He evidently had a hand for sewing. There was the odd out of place one, but in the end he was proud he'd managed it without messing up spectacularly. With paper towels, Foster then began to clean up Alexa's features from dirt and blood, with the delicate touch of an art restorer.

"Ah, there we are." He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Removing his rubber gloves with a snap into the basket, packing away what he'd used. "I'll raid the stocks in a minute, no doubt she'll have one hell of a headache when she gets up." At that last comment, he stood and turned to Zero. "What's this about spirits then. Do I have to invoke that bloke with a beard and a sheep. Jose or something. Nailed to a plank."​

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[Emi Nebulas]

Alexa Day​

Alexa fluttered her eyes open to feel a sharp pain stab her head. It felt like a thousand knives getting shoved into her skull and into her brain. She winced since the pain was that great. "Ow ow owww!" she complained, rubbing her head. "What the hell?" She took some time to take in her surroundings. "Where the fuck am I?"

Alexa took a deep breath. "Okay, okay... try to remember what happened."

She remembered that she went to that illegal club... there was an explosion... she left, using her magic. She was then super tired and her energy was really drained. After that, she tried her best to fight off these creatures.

She blinked and looked up, wincing, since the pain was still there. She saw a girl with chocolatey brown hair, a guy with a mask, and a boy with blonde hair. It took some time to process what was going on, then Alexa thought up of an idea. Did they kidnap me?

Alexa looked at the blondie, eyes widen. That's a vampire.

Alexa yelped, taking action fast. Grabbing her knife from her sock, she judo flipped the brunette, and pulled her hair closer. She then took her knife, and placed it right on her throat.

"Tell me where the fuck I am, who you guys are, or she gets it. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you, vampire."

 

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Removing her hand from Alexa's forehead as she questioned Zero, Annabelle jumped when he startled. Ghost!? Deep mysterious blue eyes darted around and tried hard to look at the place where Zero stared, but she didn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything either. But there was a sudden and heavy sadness that was almost tangible to Anna.

When Henry returned, she shifted to sit beside Alexa, out of Henry's way but there if he needed her. Zero seemed really stirred. Annabelle watched him with concern. Was he imagining things? No, she believed him. She couldn't see or hear the ghost, but she could feel that there was someone there, someone terribly sad.

As Henry finished, Anna blinked between him and Zero. "Do you still see it Zero?" she asked, following Henry's mention of Jose, which she wouldn't correct him on at this time. Zero was so shaken that he held Annie's attention at the moment. She moved to stand when the girl stirred and Annabelle turned her attention away from the others.

She couldn't help but wince as the girl rubbed the newly stitched spot on her head. She hadn't been so bothered while Henry had stitched the flesh together. He was rather good at it, and the blue blood had kept her mind on other things. But just as Annabelle opened her mouth to ask the girl how she was feeling and if she could help her, she was grabbed.

It was so unexpected that Anna didn't even realize what had happened until that cold blade pressed against her throat. Her heart rate accelerated. Her eyes moved between Henry and Zero. She was scared, but Zero was shaken and Henry was in the middle now of both of the situations.

With her hair pulled backwards and her throat exposed in such a way, Annabelle dared not answer the girl's questions and move even the slightest.

 

[Kry]

Henry told him to ignore it, Anna seemed concerned. The ghost seemed terribly sad. Zero got to his feet slowly, some of the things the ghost said were cutting in and out, like she was having a hard time holding on to the physical realm. Zero kept his eyes on her, only responding when Annabelle asked if the ghost was still there. "She...she's asking for help.." He still seemed very shaken, but he also wondered that the two didn't think him crazy. Henry seemed to know about ghosts, and maybe the magic in Annabelle allowed her to sense the presence? Zero wasn't sure, he didn't really care at the moment. All he cared about right now, was the spirit in front of him. At least until he heard movement, quick movement and then those words. He looked towards Annabelle.

The unconscious girl was awake, and had a knife to Anna's throat. His food source was being threatened, the blood that he craved so much was being threatened, his new friend was being threatened. His eyes narrowed dangerously, all thoughts of the ghost gone from his mind. He was a vampire, faster than any human, stronger than any human. There was no possible way the girl could cut Anna's throat before he got to her. No way at all. In the blink of an eye Zero was there, his hand closing tightly around the girl's wrist. If he squeezed hard enough she would be forced to drop the knife, if he squeezed even harder he would break her wrist. Zero pulled the girl's hand away from Annabelle's throat even as he squeezed her wrist. "You dare to threaten my friend without provocation?" His voice was a snarl. Zero was angry.

His grip increased on the girl's wrist, he felt and heard the bones begin to crack beneath his fingers. Any more pressure and it would snap like a toothpick. Now that the knife was pulled away, and would drop any second from this girls hand, Zero reached out with his other hand to grab this girl by the throat. He squeezed that too, slowly though, so as to slowly cut off her air. He would have pulled Annabelle away, but the other girl seemed to have a hand tangled in Anna's hair. He would just have to let Annabelle sort that small problem out herself. He glanced at Henry. "Can I eat this one?" His tongue flicked across his lips hungrily, though he was mostly just trying to freak the girl out.

 

[PastelBeauty]

Nightfall, silence. Could her eyes be deceiving her? Cold blood, freezing. Perdita sees spirits in the mist and this fog allures her to believe that she has seen not what is real. We start to see the possibilities of the internal and external world...the world of spirit and of form. The Godhood is the center of divine wisdom, the spiritual eye that seeks to see and know the truth in all things. Guidance comes directly to us from the divine Godhood. The life force from the creator penetrates into our energy system through the crown, and gives us bodies. Perdita floated through mist and stars in this Spiritual Realm as the world was mirrored in a glass image. Her body did not feel her own and she spun throughout reality and memories of a life that seemed false. What is the true self? Was it the soul? Was it the physical bodies that were born unto this world through the act of sex given to us by the creator to create things.

"What's this about spirits then. Do I have to invoke that bloke with a beard and a sheep. Jose or something. Nailed to a plank."

Jesus. The gas-masked male was talking about Jesus. Interesting. Religion is any cultural system of designated behaviors and practices, world views, texts, sanctified places, ethics, or organizations, that relate humanity to the supernatural or transcendental. Godhood was after all his domain, where he and his father resided to judge the other apparitions. She had not been judged but, instead denied because she still had something left to do.
Perdita could see the blonde male now. His supernatural affiliation. Vampire. Perdita floated to his glass image, his soul and touched it. Hopefully this would prevent him from doing any physical harm to the confused and frightened woman who attacked the other. It couldn't harm him, merely make him aware that she was watching, and was there even if he couldn't physically see her at the moment.

Violence, he was filled with violence and a hunger. A hunger that wanted fresh blood. Perdita's colorless, unpigmented, chalky eyes were filled with a red haze. This haze continued to flow and veil her vision in the Spirit Realm until the glass image was stained crimson. Blood. He needed fresh blood. Perdita looked at her palms and what is unseen became known. Her blood flowed from her palms dripping from the veil, the in-between. Red droplets could be seen if one paid any attention, if one had the uncanny ability to smell blood. Perdita raised her hand in the realm she was in currently, but her blood, red and flowing was dripping higher and higher till a small puddle started to congregate on the floor.

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[idalie]

Henry Francis Foster
He certainly wasn't expecting it. Alexa leapt up out of the blue at Annabelle, a knife against her throat and in the same window of a second, Zero was wrestling with her.The world had gone mad. In that situation, however, he did what he could - pulling Anna away from the scenario - whilst attempting to help untangle the hand in her hair. As soon as he could share a quiet question with her of - "Are you alright?" Henry seemed to not have enough time to gather his answer.

"Don't - eat her. That's the last thing we need." Foster put his hand out. "It's been a trying day for all of us." Turning primarily toward Alexa, he smiled. He'd removed his gas mask prior to surgery, thus revealing his features for the benefit of visible expression. "Look, sweetheart, you hit your head. And we've wasted our time and efforts to get you here, instead of leaving you to the wolves." Henry lectured firmly. "So let's try tone this down. The girl you attacked, has the most heart out of all of us."

He hesitated a moment, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Just - there's no need for this." Henry was seconds away from sitting till the eery droplets began splashing upon the pharmacy floor. Blood.

Henry didn't like religion. He didn't like ghosts, and he didn't like tarot readers. "That is not helping." He loudly remarked, pointing to the puddle and accusingly looking into the nothingness which he supposed stood the spirit. "What's he going to do with that?! Lick it off the carpet?" Inhaling heavily, Foster sunk to his haunches against one of the nearer walls. Leaning his head back against it. He was tired, exasperated, and all in all; should never have bothered getting up that morning.

"For the sake of all things holy, Zero, sort out your ghost." Henry groaned and began rubbing his temples. ​

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[Emi Nebulas]

Alexa Day​

It happened so fast, and in only a second, her knife was on the ground, and "Blondie" had his hands around Alexa's throat. She stared at the vampire's eyes with her cold, silver eyes.

"Can I eat this one?"

Oh. Great. The monster spoke.

The vampire squeezed her throat, but instead of giving Blondie fear, Alexa gave him a psychotic smile.

The guy with the mask took off his mask, and told Blondie not to eat her and that they saved her ass.

Alexa pushed Blondie out of the way. "Oh, then, sorry," she muttered. She wasn't really a thing for apologizing. Suddenly, "Gas Mask" started leaning against the cold wall.

"For the sake of all things holy, Zero, sort out your ghost."

She looked down at the floor, noticing a pool of blood. "Oh, ghosts can bleed?" she sneered. She then looked up at the roof. "Yo, Ghostie, you shouldn't bleed here--" she pointed at Blondie, "Or else Blondie here will suck your blood dry."

Alexa started tapping her foot on the ground very lightly. Damn ADHD.

"You guys look like you have some serious problems in your hand. I'll--"

A horrible realization washed over her. She gasped, almost falling over. "W-what color was my blood?"

Shit.

If her blood was blue at that time, then her cover is blown.


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Annabelle only recognized in the next moment that the knife wasn't at her throat anymore. It dropped to the ground and Henry was pulling her free from the girl's entanglement. Zero had actually prevented the girl from hurting Annabelle. If under a different circumstance, her eyes may have glittered happily when he claimed her once again as a friend.

As Henry replied, Anna also pleaded her case. "No don't," she said to Zero. Only imagining what the other must have been through in this attack on the dome, Henry was right. It had been a very trying day for everyone. She moved to kneel by Henry, putting a hand on his shoulder. She couldn't help but feel terrible that he was one, not feeling great, but two and most of all, that she had definitely been contributing to his trying day.

At his last remark though, she pulled her gaze from him to the puddle of forming blood and gasped. It was like something out of a horror movie, and to Annabelle, it was terrifying. The ghost was doing this? Zero had said she needed help. Was she hurt? Could a ghost be hurt and bleeding? Not focusing on Alexa's question, as it seemed less urgent at the moment, Annabelle spoke shakily and quietly, trying to keep her wits about her and blood literally formed from nothing.

"Zero," she said calmly, "What's wrong with her?" Annabelle wasn't really sure she wanted to know what was wrong with the ghost. Hopefully she really did just need help. But the materializing blood had made Anna's hands clammy and chills run down her spine. She didn't know much of anything, but the sight seemed more demonic to her and was extremely unsettling.

 

[Kry]

Zero didn't move at all when the girl pushed him, it was funny that the human thought she could be stronger than a vampire. Zero remained where he was, but his grip on her did loosen a bit. It seemed that Henry and Annabelle didn't want him to destroy this assailant. That annoyed him, but slowly he let go of the girl and took a step away from her. For a few moments now, he had been smelling blood, pure and clean blood. It somehow smelled purer than Annabelle's, then Henry was telling him to get his ghost under control and Annabelle was asking if the ghost was okay.

The other girl was saying something about the color of her own blood, but honestly who cared what color blood was? Most of it tasted good anyway despite the coloration. He licked his lips, and blinked down at the puddle of blood. That was where the smell was coming from, and he frowned at it. Ever since before he could smell that blood though, Zero had the odd feeling that something was watching him, he assumed it was the ghost he saw earlier. It did set him on edge the slightest bit, and he looked around, looking for the ghost. As he glanced around, Zero moved to stand near Henry and Annabelle.

"I didn't know ghosts could bleed." It was rather unsettling. "When she asked for help, she mentioned burying her body, and she didn't seem to be bleeding then." Zero sounded a bit nervous, being able to see a ghost clearly scared him, but he was a vampire, and he was trying hard to control that fear. Now that Anna's life was no longer in danger Zero could more or less process things. Instead of needing to just jump into action without hesitation. He moved so that he stood in front of Anna and Henry, putting himself between them and the girl that was freaking out about blood color.

The vampire did glance at Henry. "Why does it have to be my ghost? Ghosts are scary, you take it!"

 

[PastelBeauty]

If giving Zero blood wasn't helping the situation at hand, Perdita would stop. Besides, the man who had removed his gas mask had seemed exhausted and physically strained. There was nothing? Something wrong? Perdita did feel tired herself, but something did change. The Spirit Realm always acted as a mirror image. In the short days after her death she realized she could change the images she saw which ultimately changed reality, but it took a toll on her "body" and mind. In fact, Perdita would wind up disappearing and having blank episodes of memory. She would find herself asking hypothetical questions and be lost in quiet self-reflection and contemplation. Somewhere, she felt her old body decay, returning to Earth to serve the cycle of life. However, with the cycle of life shouldn't rebirth follow shortly after? Perhaps it does and all that is needed is patience.

Perdita felt a random poke into her arm, it tingled and she was becoming more alert, but why? A random blackout caused her to sense the needle is breaking her skin! She felt it! She had a body that wasn't the one that was decaying...where? A pink film, a sensation of floating and swimming, darkness in a tank of water? Fluids? If so, what kind? A reflexatory twitch of muscles, a deep, calming voice so foreign yet familiar. The vision was gone from her mind as quick as it had appeared and she once more materialized into the physical plane. This would allow the vampire to once more see her apparition self. Whe- No...the feeling subsided and she returned back to her senses.

"Sorry for my absence. How long was I gone? Minutes? Hours?"

Perdita looked about her, the woman that had attacked was no longer hostile. Seconds.
It had only been mere seconds of her absence. Time was a hard concept to grasp in the Spirit world. What were mere seconds in reality felt like hours or days in the in-between state.

"I didn't know ghosts could bleed." Zero sounded nervous.

"Why does it have to be my ghost? Ghosts are scary, you take it!"

Perdita frowned and floated away from Zero. He was angry. Frightened by her presence...she shouldn't have asked this group for help. Why? ... WHY?!?!?! Why couldn't she move on to Godhood?
Perdita wiped away her tears floating further and further away.

"I'm so sorry. I burdened you. All of you...Forgive me." Perdita's heart clenched and her stomach seemed to coil up in tension and sadness. She didn't mean to cling so hard to the living. She had to go. She needed to leave. She remembered the tank, the warmth, the feeling of being ALIVE. Her body...her other body was out there. She just had to find it on her own.

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[Logan Terran]

Logan Terran was an earth mage. His skin, while being mainly pearly, was contrasted with grey rocks on his skin that took the form of scars through his flesh. Logan was previously a criminal of the dome who had been exiled to the wastelands beyond. He was falsely accused of murdering his late wife and child. From there he was taken in by a community of earthen mages. All of them harboured hatred toward the dome, plotting their revenge against the dome and the people within. He shared in their hatred of the dome; he wanted the destruction of it, though he wished no harm to come of the people within. He and the community agreed to try to turn him into another earthen mage. Through weeks and weeks of torturous mystical experimentation and magic they had succeeded, hence the scars of stone across his skin. In that time one of the experiments involved cutting through his left eye and embedding a white crystal into eyes that had been drained of it's previous optical fluid. The result was being able to see spirits, though they told him repeatedly it was just hallucinations. When the attack had come about, he was causing as much destruction as possible, breaking walls and smashing rocks. Everything about him reeked of the dust and earth; his voice was gravely; it sounded like boulders struck the earth when he laughed. As he continued his destruction, the community he was once a part of started to kill and torture all who lived within. He was tasked by one of the elder mages to kill someone, a child. He could not, He would not! The community disowned him and promised him if they were to meet, then they would be the last thing he saw. Ever. So he ran away into one of the abandoned wrecked buildings, taking solace in the man made stone. All around him the supposed apparitions floated around, but mainly upward.

 

[idalie]

Henry Francis Foster
His hands balled into fists pushing his knuckles almost painfully into his temples. His jaw felt looser, heavier, and the sorcerer seemed to be garnering further agitation. Whether or not due to his condition or pure annoyance, it was hard to decipher. Those dark, almost black, fractured irises lifted towards Alexa. "We saw the blood, and we don't care, girl. You know why? Because I spent my time, my effort, and my strength, on you. On you when I could've been doing something for someone else who was grateful for the assistance. A thank you would've sufficed. I carried you here, I carried you here and I-" Henry clenched his teeth. He'd say too much otherwise.

Annabelle's hand rested on his shoulder for a short time. Far more comforting than the scene which was playing out. Foster's hand was tremoring, pulling it away from his head to tuck it under his elbow - waiting for the symptom to pass. "Ghosts are - difficult." Henry began, "They want things, and we cannot give them. I'm not chasing across this city for a corpse. We get to Annabelle's home, or we go home. I made it clear. At least, it was clear to me." He spat, letting his gaze drag across the floor to where the deep, blooming red stains had taken root amongst the carpet fibres.

"You can't own a ghost. They imprint on people occasionally. But the dead are the dead. And that's none of my concern, Zero." Yet, even so, he held out his palm and uttered an incantation. For even though the deceased could see the deceased, there were few spells he knew to help break the thin veil and peer across the barrier. Again, his eyes became a luminous blank white. And there the apparition stood - or rather, floated. Henry returning to a normal state, but not before his nose began pouring heavy crimson. Of which he found his rag, and covered his upper lip.

"We can't help you. And I mean can't." Henry pushed up against the wall and grabbed his gas mask. "I'm sorry. You tried to help. But, in the end, this is about the living." The masked survivor made his choice. Whether or not people agreed with him. Yet, the man was running out of time. And the clock seemed to tick faster every step closer they got.

Foster used the wall to push himself along the brickwork, and into the back of the pharmacy where the heavier prescriptions were kept. Rifling through the draws, with a methodical rhythm. His vision slipping for a moment which almost knocked over a box with the misplacement of his hand.
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[Emi Nebulas]

Alexa Day
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Alexa felt a wash of relief when the strange guy said that he saw blood, and didn't care. That's all she was worried about actually. She... never had a scenario where she had to apologize or thank someone. Heck, she didn't care that the ghost was bleeding. Wait... can ghosts even bleed? They're dead and transparent... so...?

Alexa rolled her eyes at the scene, and started walking towards the door, grabbing her knife. "No one said you had to carry me and treat me," she snapped, rudely. "I'd rather die out there than say 'thank you'. I can handle myself perfectly well." She looked back at the group of people. The boy with the mask was pushing against the wall. That was moments before he knocked over a box.

Twirling a knife around her fingers, she rolled her eyes, and proceeded to open the door, murmuring, "Taking it on the poor box? What did he do to you?"

She walked out the door, a lot of thoughts on her mind, like who were those people? Why did they save me? I am a worthless bitch...

And then she felt a sharp emotion that stabbed her in the stomach. W-what was that? She thought. Was that.. guilt?

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It could have been comical, Zero trying to give his ghost to Henry. Another time she may have laughed. But the people, and ghost, in this room were suffering, like the people outside. Annabelle hurt. She wanted to help them all. Was it possible? Could everyone be saved? She was frowning deeply, thinking big. Bigger than the people in the room, bigger than the city. Could it all be fixed? Even the world outside the dome?

In that moment, it was as if Anna had made a real decision finally. She knew exactly what she was going to do. It was incredibly unlikely that she could, but if it was possible to save the world, she was going to do it, or at least help get it started. It was a heroic, and ridiculous notion, but she didn't consider it as such at all. And first things first to her, was helping those she came across in the immediate. No one was unworthy in her eyes. But, to the blue-blooded girl, she couldn't help but let her know, "Someone else brought you to us." It was true. Someone had knocked on that warehouse door, and by the way Alexa's body had been laying, it was unlikely to have been her.

But it was Henry's state that caused Anna to forget the girl leaving the pharmacy and even the ghost. She'd been about to agree to finding and burying a body, and she was still willing, but could she do it alone? "I'll help her," Annabelle said determined. "But I can't see her like you can, Zero. Won't you help?" She knew the answer was likely a no, but asking never hurt anyone.

She cast her eyes towards Henry as he exited the room and her faced took on a pained expression. Henry wasn't doing well. Annabelle grabbed a water bottle from the icebox and tenderly approached Henry. Why did his condition make her feel like it was her fault? She didn't say anything at first, simply opening the water bottle and stretching out her arm. "Henry?" she questioned. "Can I help you find something?"

After a moment, she'd proceed to let him know, "I want to help her. The ghost. She's worthy of compassion isn't she?" She knew it wasn't something she'd run out and do overnight. They all needed rest. But someone asked for help, and help she would. She couldn't not help. It just wasn't in her nature. She'd thought Henry was the same, honestly. But maybe he wasn't... "You don't have to help. I know you have... plans." She also knew he was ill, and wouldn't think of asking him to overexert himself. "I can do it alone if I have to," she said, more to convince herself than Henry.

 

[Kry]

Henry was upset, maybe outright angry at the ungrateful girl. Zero could understand that, the man had spent time and energy helping the brat only to have her act like that. Humans were truly barbaric. He clenched his teeth, a hand curling into a tight fist. Zero wanted to hit that ungrateful girl a few times and then drain her dry, as if that could prove a point. He glared at her, watching as she finally left. Granted Zero had tried to drink Annabelle dry when she had offered her blood to help him. Of course that had not been his true intention, she had just tasted so damn good. He relaxed a bit once that girl walked out the door. Good riddance to bad rubbish. At least, that was his opinion on the matter. Besides there were far more important things going on here than dealing with a brat having a tantrum for no real reason at all. He moved closer to Henry, not really sure what to do at all.

Then Henry held out his hand and chanted something before looking right at the ghost. Zero watched him for a bit, and when that spell ended it seemed to take a toll on Henry. The vampire's nose crinkled slightly at the scent of Henry's blood, taking in that scent deeply, Zero wanted it. He wanted Annabelle's blood too, and even that scary ghost blood. Maybe even more of that ungrateful wretch girl's blood as well. He wasn't exactly hungry, at the moment, he was just craving it. The way a vampire will sometimes, though worse where Annabelle was concerned. He couldn't get enough of her blood, and it was hard not thinking of it. Though for now, there were more important things to think about. Like the ghost.

He looked towards the ghost, frowning deeply. She actually seemed harmless enough, even apologetic, but Henry was outright refusing to help. They couldn't. Of course Annabelle wanted to help the ghost. Annabelle seemed to want to help everyone. Then Henry left the room to rummage around for something, and Annabelle went after him to help. Zero wanted to offer his help as well, genuine help. Still, he watched the ghost. "I...I don't know if we can help you, ghosty. Henry outright refuses, Anna wants to help, she always wants to help...I don't know if we can. Henry is probably right. I guess you can follow us around if you want for a while." The vampire shrugged and started towards the room Henry and Annabelle had entered.