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YoshiAnkoTay & Vatican Cameos

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Olivie was annoyed, and she made no secret of it. Her two current guards, Andrew and Matthew, stood firmly in front of her, arms crossed. Even at 5'10", tall for the average female (though admittedly not the tallest among demons), Andrew and Matthew both towered over her. The two of them were both closer to a conspicuous and rather intimidating 7 feet. On second thought, they might actually surpass that estimation, Olivie thought as their glares intensified at her obstinance. From her standpoint, it certainly felt like it. She wasn't cowed by their statures, however. Rather the opposite - stubborn, pigheaded Olivie firmly stood her ground, unyielding. They'd make her go anyway, she knew. They'd use force, and they weren't ashamed of it. That was the way of demons, after all. Especially this lot. Andrew and Matthew were both older, far older than Olivie, and relied far more on primitive instinct than logic. Olivie did too, of course - it was her nature - but a life around humans (and subsequently vampires) gave her a better sense of reasoning, flawed though it may be.


"Now, Olivie," Matthew commanded. When Olivie shook her head for what must've been the umpteenth time in the past few minutes, Andrew lurched forward and roughly grabbed her by the forearm. Were she human, the mighty force Andrew used to pull Olivie off of her feet would've easily yanked her arm out of her socket, if not off her body entirely. As it was, Andrew merely managed to unbalance Olivie, making her easier to drag through the hallway, kicking all the way. She knew that, one way or another, her struggling was futile, and she'd end up "volunteering" anyway. It just gave her satisfaction to know she was getting under their skin, which was pretty obvious from the way the two of them were stomping their way to the feeding rooms. Her snickers aggravated them even more, which in turn amused her and fueled her snickering. By the time the trio reached her designated room, Andrew and Matthew were beyond ready to kill. Here was where the one scrap of sense they had between the two of them came into play: they knew better than to kill Olivie. They'd be killed themselves. It was just basic survival instinct to avoid doing the thing that they knew would get them killed, no exceptions. Demons didn't really tolerate intraspecies homicide (brusque and simpleminded as demons could generally be, they were also pretty loyal, especially after factoring in a common enemy. It was perhaps the one crime they had a chance of taking seriously). The only reason Olivie was still alive and facing punishment that wasn't death, despite this, was because she hadn't actually gone and done the killing of her clan herself. It was a technicality that pissed off everyone except for Olivie herself. She was less relieved by it than she was entertained.


Her laughter abruptly stopped when she was thrown into the room. "Hey, no need to be so aggressive," Olivie chastised Andrew as she stood up. The look in his eyes was pure murder - he would've gladly taken the opportunity to torture her to death at that moment were the circumstances not as they were. Olivie, recognizing the restraint he was exercising, smirked with satisfaction. With no further ado, Andrew slammed the door closed. They'd make her pay for her antics later, she was sure. She didn't care; it was worth those few minutes of pleasure. Now, however, her little game was over for the moment and she had other things to think about. That's right - she was annoyed. Of all the things they could subject her to! Then again, that was probably exactly why they subjected her to it. Feeding a vampire. For a demon, this was incredibly degrading, not to mention unpleasant. Olivie didn't want to help anyone, let alone a vampire, but she had the same scrap of sense that Andrew and Matthew had: she would refrain from harming whatever lucky vampire came in the room for the sake of saving her own skin. The blasted demons would look for any excuse to immediately make her suffer through a painful, agonizing death, even if it was the murder of a vampire.
 
Arya arose from bed. Her long black hair was disheveled and her eyes weepy from sleep. She walked over to the window and opened her red satin curtains. The moon was high and crescent. It was time for her to get ready for work. After showering and getting dressed she peered at herself in the mirror. She had tyed her straight black hair into a high ponytail and put red lipstick on to accentuate her full lips. She wore a ruby choker around her neck to match her red chopsticks. She wore a black halter corset with red strings in the back and on the sides. Today she decided to wear a skirt. It was ankle length with a split reaching her mid thigh on the lefg side and paired with her knee high combat boots with three buckles. It was a feeding day after all. Happy with her appearance, Arya left her home and headed for the local feeding center.


She hated to go to the feeding center. She recently had to close her membership at her old center because she was posioned. Well poisoned wasn't the right word. She thought back to the day it all happened. For the rest of her days, she would want to kill that doctor. As she walked in, she waved at front desk guy. She had made an appointment because her regular feeder, Sharon had quit so they had to appoint someone new. They motioned her to the back and she was taken to a dark room. She licked her lips in bloodlust. She only feed twice a week. It wasn't necessary for her to overindulge herself. She had leanred self control long ago. She could smell the peson in the room and she smiled. "I promise I won't bleed you dry. I am not that sort of vampire." Her voice low and sultry as she approached the girl. The girl leaned her head to the right. And Arya sunk her teeth in. She moaned as the girl tasted absolutely...delicious. in fact, better than any human before. She found herself almost loosing control in ecstasy.


Suddenly, a doctor burst into the room and the light made her hiss. She stopped feeding and licked her lips. "What is it?" She said harshly. She recognized her. She was one of the lead doctors here, Diana. "Arya I am terribly sorry but she's a demon." Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the girl. She was more delicious than anyone she tasted before. They brought in a human girl instead and as Arya tried to drink she felt the taste was...bland. "Why is it that she taste so well tasteless?" Diana gulped. "Well the thing is, demon blood has an addictive quality. You may not be able to drink human anymote." Arya growled and swiftly held Diana up by her neck. "You bitch. I won't be paying for today." She dropped her and left. Arya almost snapped her neck but she was just not willing to drink animal blood for a month because the doctor was an idiot. She sighed as she entered the demon feeding center.


She didn't bother getting friendly with the doctors here. They hated her for being a vampire and she rolled her eyes at their racism. They directed her into a room. As she walked in she saw, her feeder in the corner of the room looking at her with complete disdain. Arya breathed in. The brunette smelled so delicious she just wanted to dive in without regards to the girls feelings but she held back her bloodlust for a moment to greet the woman. "My name is Arya," she said approaching her, "I will try to be gentle. This is not a pleasant experience for either of us." She said kneeling. "I am a lefty. Would you mind tilting your head?"
 
By the time anyone walked through the door, Olivie was beyond annoyed. Not just with the confinement, but the whole situation. And they had to drag it out, too? They couldn't just get it over with? There were a certain number of feedings she had to volunteer for in order to fulfill the terms of her punishment. The very least they could do would be to put a rush on it... but, nobody cared that much for pain-in-the-ass Olivie. Nobody liked her, and nobody wanted to make her life any easier.


Olivie paid little attention to the girl who did end up walking through the door. She gave her a disdainful glare and watched as that all too familiar, revolting look of bloodlust overtook the girl. Irate though she was, Olivie wasn't volatile, not today. Her politeness made Olivie want to scream; instead, Olivie glared on, reticent. She showed no sign of having heard Arya until she knelt, at which point, with a primal growl, Olivie roughly jerked her head, tilting it so as to avoid Arya's face. This was only her first session volunteering and already, Olivie was finding it unbearable. She had to give her kind credit; they were good at choosing suitable punishments, when they wanted to. The two cavemen were watching her closely, she knew. Even if she couldn't detect them; this was too satisfying an opportunity for them to pass up. They wanted to see her suffer like nothing else. And suffering, she was. Such a degrading, vulnerable position she was in... serving a vampire, no less... and she couldn't fight back... She could never have anticipated the loathing she was feeling at that moment, for herself and for everyone around her. Were these intense feelings really worth it?


Outwardly, aside from her rough motions and the split second of growling, Olivie looked as though she were somewhere else entirely. Her gaze, her thoughts weren't present at all. She refused to speak, to give this vampire anything other than her blood, to give Andrew and Matthew the satisfaction. For the first time, in a long time, Olivie found herself wishing she had somewhere comfortable and safe to go, especially after an event like this; somewhere to call home. Instead, after this was over, she'd be tormented by Andrew and Matthew. They were barbaric brutes and when they got the chance, they never held back. Goddamn it, hurry up, Arya. I just want to get this all over with.
 
Arya could taste all the swirling emotions in the brunette's blood. She was so angry, irritated and many other emotions it was difficult for her to enjoy her meal. Barely, satisfied she stopped. It was just too much for her to continue to feed on such an unwilling partner. She flipped her hair back and stood up. "Just so you know, I can taste that bitterness in your blood. I won't complain but others of my kind are not so nice. They will compel you to enjoy it. Thats just a heads up." She rolled her eyes at the girl. She had no idea why such an unwilling party would become a feeder in the first place.


Her blood tasted unwilling. Like she was being held captive. How sad. She walked out of the feeding center and headed to work. Luckily for her at least, this center was extremely close to her job and home. Not that everything wasn't pretty close with her reflexes. She thought back to the girl she just fed from and grimaced. Arya hoped she would never get another feeder like that woman. She seemed so unpleasant. She was too beautiful to be having thoughts like that. Though Arya couldn't read thoughts, she could feel her emotions. They were so strong, it was as if the girl was shouting at her. She shook her head as she entered her bar. Ritz, a dhampir, was her barback until she arrived. She smiled at the blonde. "Hey handsome, how's it been so far tonight?" The younger male nodded and she gave him the okay to leave. Arya's bar, Foggy Bottom, was the highest grossing pub on the east side of the city. She did pretty well for herself. She looked around her bar and saw all sorts of people. Demons, vampires, halflings, and even the occasional fey. She didn't care as long as they were buying booze.
 
Olivie wanted to snap back at her with some snarky comment, but she bit her tongue. No slip ups, or the whole affair would only get so, so much worse. Except, it would appear, that even trying so hard was a mistake in and of itself. As soon as the realization of what this meant for her later hit Olivie, cold fear shot through her. She wanted to apologize and tell Arya to take it back, but the damage was done. The girl left and Olivie, truly afraid but refusing to show it, was mercilessly dragged out by Andrew and Matthew. They weren't gentle whatsoever - Olivie wouldn't be seeing anyone else for a while - but they didn't actually start anything until they were a good ways away from civilization. Though the experience was nothing new for Olivie, she never quite got used to it, and, like the pathetic demon they kept telling her over and over that she was, she screamed.


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Even days later, Olivie didn't quite heal. Andrew and Matthew were having a grand time with her. As long as she was under their control, she was allowed to eat only enough to survive, and she was allowed absolutely no comforts or luxuries. They wanted her absolutely miserable. Of course, most of the time, she wasn't; only when she was forced to let some vampire feed from her, and when the two brutes punished her afterwards, as they'd done the first time. Arya had been right; vampires were not patient or forgiving creatures. They too abused her for her sour moods, which spoiled their meals, and for upsetting the vampires, Olivie was punished by Andrew and Matthew. For her part, Olivie just wanted to get the whole affair over with.


On the first day since she'd started her service that she wasn't required to report to the feeding center, Andrew and Matthew took her to a bar, a place called Foggy Bottom. They liked getting drunk, and it was easy for them to attract human females who were curious about how well proportioned these abnormally large creatures were. More than anything, Olivie wished she could escape the two of them and live by her own terms again. At least, for tonight, all she had to do was stay in the bar. There would be no time spent alone with Andrew and Matthew, which was a small relief. Not that there was anything interesting for her to do at a bar, either. Still, it was better.


Temporarily free from Andrew and Matthew, Olivie sat on a barstool in the corner, bitter and melancholy. She was never one to really plan for the future, and so the only thing on her mind was how glad she'd be to be finished with her "volunteering" and Andrew and Matthew, and how much she'd love to show those two just how angry she was. But, for tonight, her anger was down to a manageable simmer, replaced by the opportunity to reflect and sulk on how awful everything and everyone was.
 
Arya sashayed around her bar makong drinks and serving food to all her patrons. She felt the presence of three new people entering her bar, one feeling extremely familiar. She did not turn around to face them but she did return to the bar quickly to greet them, "Welcone to Foggy Bootom my lovelies." She said happily as they entered, "Please let me know what you would love to drink tonight. As Arya continued to serve she caught a whiff of someone delcious. Demons. The people who just entered were demons.


Arya sighed. It would be a lobg night for her because she was still having difficulties controlling her bloodlust when they were in her immediate vicinity. She felt the irritation of being unwillingly a demon blood addict and relaxed. As she polished the glasses she looked at herself. Her eyes were barely tinged red but it would be noticeable if they were searching for it. She grimaced.


Arya had to get her mind off of feeding. She closed her eyes and put on a smile, turning around to look at her clientele. There she sat. The beautiful demon woman she fed from just three days ago. Arya mentally sighed. Of all the fucking people she had to see today it would be her. Nonetheless she smiled at her. "What will you be having, honey?" She said sweetly.
 
Olivie must've really been distracted, because she didn't even sense anyone's presence until they spoke. Immediately, she recognized Arya, the only female she'd seen or heard for days (she got the feeling that Andrew and Matthew must've specified only male vampires for her after Arya skimped on any type of punishment). Quickly, she looked over her shoulder to Andrew and Matthew, who'd already been treated to free drinks and were busily chatting up some girls. That meant she was safe, for now, at least. Olivie spared Arya a quick glance and then looked back down at the counter. "I don't have any money," she said flatly (any money she'd gathered from odd jobs had been taken away from her when she was sentenced to community service, so to speak). Olivie found herself wishing that their first encounter had gone differently - maybe, if she'd had a better temperament, her current situation wouldn't be so hellish. But, who was she kidding - she knew herself, and she knew that that would've never happened. It was bad enough that she had to deign herself to serving vampires; she wasn't going to go the extra mile and make it pleasant for them. And she wasn't currently making life any easier for Arya either who - Olivie really had to give her credit - was making an impressive effort to be pleasant despite how poorly their encounter had gone last time.
 
Arya looked at her in confusion. Did feeders go unpaid or was she under some sort of orders to be there? Either way she was saddened for the woman. It would seem that everything she felt from the girl's blood a few days ago was brought on by some unknown cause that was potentially forcing her into her current predicament. Well, it was her bar she could do as she pleases. "How about this? Tonight it will be on me, but only if you come to the bar sometime and buy a drink once in awhile in the future." Arya was kind by nature, she hated watching people suffer. She learned that during the NonHuman Crucibles. That war was devastating to both sides and all it did was create more hatred amongst the races.


She turned to a few other customers and gave them drinks. She peeked over at the other girl as she considered her offer. Arya had no idea what sort of drink the demon wanted but she wanted to at least be nice to the girl. Who knew if she would feed from her again? Arya could sense pain from the girl as well. She snapped her fingers at one of the servers and whispered something to him, he nodded and went towards the kitchen. Arya's abilites to understand people's emotions kept her from being able to walk away from someone in a bad situation. "So, what's your name?" she said curiously.
 
This was a ploy. It had to be. There was no way this Arya chick was genuinely feeling as kind as she was portraying herself to be. That type of thing just didn't exist and Olivie knew it. Nonetheless, she didn't have the energy to be snarky and irritable tonight. She didn't want to attract Andrew and Matthew's attention, after all - this was the one night they'd forget about her, and she wanted to keep it that way. The less aggressive she became, probably the better.


Focusing again on Arya, Olivie nodded without meeting her gaze. "Fine. I'll try," she said, well aware that she wouldn't get another reprieve like tonight for a while yet (and, hey, a free drink was a free drink; at this point, Olivie didn't even care what they put in front of her). Which was, in some sense, a good thing; it meant she was getting her volunteer hours over with sooner than later. But, Arya didn't need to know this, and Olivie didn't feel like telling her more than she absolutely had to. She didn't want to concede anything to anyone. Especially a vampire. And yet... Olivie had a sudden image of Arya returning to the feeding center. If Arya knew Olivie's name, and if Olivie didn't hate being fed from... well, it'd piss Andrew and Matthew the hell off, and there wouldn't be a damn thing they could do about it, since they'd have no justification for punishing her (unless she actually bonded with the vampire, which, knowing herself, Olivie was certain would never happen). It would be easy enough to explain away how Arya'd know her name - she could just say that she must've inquired with someone who worked at the feeding center. Olivie doubt she'd ever be truly able to enjoy the experience, but as long as she wasn't miserable, it'd be enough to get under their skin. Plus, it'd save her from a punishment. Good enough for her. Olivie could make an exception for this one chick, and that'd be it. Truthfully, she wasn't particularly happy about the exception at all, but it made enough sense. And if it didn't, well... Olivie was tired, and she probably wouldn't be seeing too much of Arya anyway after her volunteering was finished.


"My name's Olivie," she said finally. "And you're Arya. I remember you."
 
Arya eyed the girl now that she had given her name. She was wary of her and rightfully so. Demons and Vampires had a strenuous relationship and form hat she had learned alot of demons thought poorly of vampires in spite of the fact that they did not all feel the same way. Arya was all for battle until her people turned on the demons. They could have still won with their help if vampires took human slaves. She personally liked her victims willing, the blood was sweeter and the experience was better but in times of war who could complain. "Olivie, how odd. I like it. Ah," she said smirking a bit, "So you do recognize me. I am a bit surprised. I would have thought you would have forgotten my face between all that anger you were channeling. Here's a Demontini. They are popular amongst the aggressive. It will mellow you out a bit." Her waiter, had come back with her order. It was a rare steak. "This is for you. I can smell your blood. You are hurt somewhere. You've got it pretty rough huh?" Arya was hoping she could get the woman to talk so she wasn't so irritated. That irritation was rolling off of her like waves and perhaps her other patrons were too drunk to feel it, those emotions did nothing but weigh down on Arya like a thousand rocks.
 
Olivie gave a short laugh. "Thanks," she said, and with that, her expression was immediately impassive again. Olivie would've explained that she remembered Arya because she was the only woman she'd seen for days, and not to mention the only person not to physically take their anger or frustration out on her, but she didn't feel like it. Arya didn't need to know more than she already did. Olivie's goal here wasn't to bond; relationships were never the goal. Olivie had never had any. She never liked anyone enough, and they didn't like her, and Olivie was content with that.


"Thanks," Olivie repeated, eying the Demontini in front of her. Contrary to what one might expect from Olivie, this wasn't her usual fare; that is, when she's on her own terms. After a few moments, Olivie said, "you could say that." Olivie realized that she was making things difficult for Arya; not only was she being frustratingly reticent and not at all forthcoming, but evidently, her irritation was actually getting to Arya for whatever reason. Normally, Olivie would've taken satisfaction in this, but if she pissed Arya off again this time around, it wouldn't make her own life any easier in the near future. Bonding was really the last thing Olivie wanted to do, but it looked like if she was going to get what she wanted (or rather, avoid what she didn't want), she'd have to compromise a little bit. God knew Olivie was irksome to be around at best. This was about as far as Olivie's planning got before she tired of it. This was the only point in her life, aside from her betrayal, where she'd actually even considered planning out the near future, and she wasn't sure she liked it.


"Is my mood getting to you?" Olivie asked. Now she was curious about just how much she was getting to Arya - and why.
 
"Lets just say that I am just a damned good bartender." She said smirking. It was unwise to divulge such an important detail to someone she barely knew. She watched the girl look closely. It would seem that Olivie was observant which was a nice quality but she didn't need her figuring out anything about her. She got the feeling that the demon woman wasn't fond of anyone but herself. She didn't want to e wrapped up with her shit if she didn't have to be. "I can just tell when my lovely patrons are down in the dumps. That is mostly why they come here. To drink their sorrows away but we all got problems so I don't tolerate violence in my bar." She said devilishly. Arya looked around. Someone else had entered her bar but her server was already seating him and she relaxed. Arya poured herself a drink and sipped it a bit before speaking again. "So are you new here in the city?"
 
Olivie took note of her response. As kind as she was being, Olivie noted that Arya was just as reserved as she was. Quite frankly, Olivie wasn't sure what to make of that fact... although it did make not bonding a little easier. Olivie wondered how easy or difficult that would make things. Although, at this point, she was starting to forget about actually giving a shit. "Works for me," Olivie said, trying out the Demontini. The effects weren't immediate, but consuming anything decent at all was a welcome relief. "You really care that much for your patrons, hmm? I'll tell you, that's not why I'm here," she said, smirking bitterly. "But, you probably already knew that. Look, don't worry, I'm not looking to pick fights tonight." Olivie considered her response as she delicately picked at the Demontini. "Somewhat. I'd call myself more of a nomad." Ambiguous though it was, it was also the most truthful she could be. She never stayed in one place for long; she never had any reason to. "You're not new here, are you?"
 
"New? No, I have been here for about 50 years. I figured once I hit 75 I would leave to find some place new." she said musing. Arya had moved here after her last lover had died. That was not information that Olivie needed and though she had finally gotten over their death, she decided to relax for a bit. "I do care about my patrons. How would I make money if I didn't at least want them to be happy while they are here. Thats why all are welcome and I serve food for many different diets. Rarely do I turn people away." Arya thought about the woman saying she was a nomad. She didn't particularly like to stay in one place for long either. She just liked a low profile so she moved every so often. "I am a bit nomadic. I travelled to many places before staying her in the last few decades. What about you? Travelled anywhere that you ever thought you would like to stay?" Since Olivie was willing to talk, she thought it would be best if she would at least try to get to know the girl. Perhaps, she could be a friend.
 
Olivie wanted to laugh at how casual Arya was. Of course, it was common knowledge between the two of them that Arya was a vampire, but it still struck her as comical just how nonchalant they could be about it. Not to mention, by the sound of it, Arya must've been older than Olivie herself, though by how much, it was difficult to say. As Olivie listened, she came to the conclusion that Arya's kindness was a sort of business tactic, which made plenty of sense. Though it didn't explain why Arya hadn't taken the opportunity to beat the crap out of her in the feeding center, as everyone else had. As the conversation progressed, Olivie would have to muse on that one a bit more... but more and more, she was finding that she didn't care to think too deeply. "You must get good business," Olivie said. "Not really. Nothing appeals to me." Olivie crossed her legs. "Why'd you choose to stay here?"
 
"Hmm, I stayed here because it was a stable city that I was unfamiliar with. I needed a change of pace after the war was over." She said sipping her drink. "Its not so bad here. The crime is low amongst all the races. After fighting for a hundred years it was time for a break." She turned her attention to the man in the corner, he was acting shady. He had about 4 drinks and she had yet to see him pull out a single coin. She grimaced, he wasn't going to drink and leave unless she said so from the beginning. She approached the man who seemed to cower before her. She flashed her fangs at him and he quickly stood up, throwing the money on the counter and rushed out of the bar. She shook her head, moving back towards Olivie. "Stupid humans," she said taking a big gulp out of her drink, "Coming here to pretend they 'like' us and then try to escape without paying. That sort of behavior makes me irritated that my people defected to their side." she said vehemently. "Anyway, usually I get pretty good business, but every few months I get someone like that kid. Probably a dare amongst the children here."
 
Olivie nodded as she listened, which showed how relaxed she was becoming. She wouldn't have bothered to show any type of response earlier. It figured, though; Arya really was older than her, though Olivie thought she herself looked a bit older. Hard to say. Idly, Olivie watched the brief confrontation between Arya and the man without thought. Nothing about it mattered to her. As Arya returned, Olivie shrugged. "I never liked them anyway," she said. It was very true. Despite the physical threat she posed, humans, just like demons and vampires, had never been particularly kind to her. Just because they didn't actively bully her like the other two races, it didn't mean they were any nicer. Plus, they were stupider, as Arya'd alluded to. "They provide comic relief." After a moment, Olivie added, "and for you, they're sustenance." Again, another pause. "I guess, if I wanted to, I could feed on them, too. Hmm." Naturally, Olivie'd considered this before, but hadn't really come to any sound conclusions on it one way or another. Normally, she defaulted to animals because they were easier to attain and nobody missed them. Depending on the circumstances, she supposed she wouldn't refuse a human meal. Her morality would never get in the way of that, anyway.
 
Arya smirked as she mentioned human food sources. "I guess you don't know huh?" She said lightly, "Demon blood has a natural additive that allows you to only drink it once you have tasted it. Its permanent. No matter how much I want to drink human blood, it can no longer sustain me." She said slowly. Arya hated this about herself. Sure, demon blood made her a bit stronger but it was more expensive and there was less variety. The only compensation she had recieved was that doctor's license when she really just wanted her head. She had just finished her drink and decided to pour another one. "You don't want to feed on them," she said smirking, "You might catch their stupid." she said chuckling a bit, sipping on her second drink. "The blood was good though but they smell too salty." she said wrinkling her nose a bit.
 
Olivie shrugged again as she listened. "No, I didn't know," she admitted. "I never bothered to learn." For a few moments, Olivie thought this over. It didn't really change anything, though it would mean that she'd have a good chance of seeing the same vampires multiple times during her time volunteering. Likely including Arya. Olivie finished her Demontini before speaking any further. "I never considered any difference between animals and humans," she said. "I just take what I can get." Especially now, she might've added. Hell, she was taking charity from a vampire; she was definitely the type who took what they could get.
 
"Well survival of the fittest is the law of the lands." She said nodding her head. Olivie had seen much in her years. She could tell by her hardened eyes and militant aura. She was young but experienced it would seem. "Well, humans are a bit better than animals. They can choose to not be ignorant beings but hey who am I to understand that which was lost to me long ago." Arya could barely remember what it was like to be human. She had a few memories but all she really remembered was being changed and falling into the lifestyle of a vampire. She thought back to her coven days. It was definitely easier now than back then. Seeing she had finished her drink, Arya poured her another one. "So tell me about yourself." she said sipping her long island iced tea. "I am curious because you don't seem to be the type to be at that sort of restaurant." She referred to it that way because it would keep people from understanding fully their conversation.
 
"At least you had it at some point," Olivie said. Therein lied a huge difference between demons and vampires, among others: Olivie was born into this lifestyle - it was in her genes - and Arya wasn't. In retrospect, Olivie was glad she hadn't ever been human. She didn't think she'd be able to function as a creature as weak as that. It was also part of the reason why Olivie felt no sympathy for humans (or anything else, for that matter). Meanwhile, Olivie didn't know why Arya was showing interest. Nor did she care; Arya wasn't the first, wouldn't be the last. Once she satisfied her curiosity, that'd be that. And it wasn't like Olivie had anything interesting to share about herself, anyway. Once she was back on her own terms, she'd probably pack up and move sooner than later. "It's definitely not voluntary," Olivie said with a rueful chuckle. "Think of it as punishment. Serving the community and all, you know? All in all, for someone like me, it's pretty bad. Which is exactly why they chose it."
 
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"Ah so then, as I suspected, you are serving time for a crime you committed. Considering you are a demon though, it could only be something that demons frown upon which is most things." As she sipped her drink and looked at the woman, she could imagine a sleuth of things she could have done. Most of them were comical so she didn't bother divulging her silly ideas. She did however, wonder what they girl did that she wound up being fed to vampires. It seemed like a cruel fate for someone who didn't gain pleasure of some sort from it. "Humanity is mundane and short. I wasn't happy about it when I was changed at first but I couldn't imagine living that awful life of mine before I was undead." She said thinking back to the few memories she had. Arya couldn't remember having too many good things happening before she became a vampire.
 
Olivie said nothing; she wasn't ashamed of what she'd done, but she didn't really feel like discussing it. Not to mention, Arya seemed to be a little sore over the tensions between vampires and demons (understandably so, if she'd participated in the fighting she alluded to). Obviously, Olivie had stoked that flame of dissent with her little antics, and so she preferred to avoid getting into it any further. "Humans probably think something similar of vampirism," Olivie said. "I mean, I'd never want to be immortal. It already sucks that my lifespan is as long as it is. Although," here she smirked, "with my lifestyle, I could probably shave off a good few decades, give or take." Not that Olivie was particularly reckless; she didn't get into habits that could slowly take years off her life, such as drinking or drugs. She just liked to enjoy herself, sometimes at the expense of others, which never went over well, especially if her current situation was any indication.
 
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"Immortality is somewhat a double edged sword," she said. Arya was intrigued. Normally she got people to talk about themselves and about their own lives. Today was something completely opposite. Perhaps not having a friend for the past 50 years would do that to a person. She was just filled with things to talk about and no one to share it with. Arya mentally sighed. What was Olivie's goal in this conversation. "This is true. They are motivated by being cool. How idiotic." Arya was about two thirds the way done with her drink but didn't feel the slight bit drunk. "The good part of immortality is that you can see everything and do possibly anything but the down side is you grow tired of the repetition of life. Its quite boring really."
 
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