( nope, no horror. look, Caroline — she's been there, done that. can't be horrified of what she's been for three hundred years. or, well, actually she can, self hatred this deep doesn't just happen without decades of cultivation. still, she's more than aware vampirism is rarely a personal choice, and she's not going to punish a girl for what someone else forced her to be.

a few months? jesus. a baby fang if she ever saw one. her eyebrows knit downward, making her seem a little softer. ) I don't think the Augur is quietly outing vampires with Bloodplay, it's not on my card. ( snuff isn't either, which would be another dead ringer for an undead girl. that said, ageplay is on there, which ... frankly pretty much anyone she sleeps with would be ageplay, because she's ancient. let's not go there. )

It's not as bad as it sounds, cutie. You can get blood out of the dispensers. No hunters, as far as I've seen. I've been here months and so far nobody's tried to stake or immolate me. ( and unspoken is the fact that Caroline is not the only vampire around, which might be a relief in and of itself. it's horribly isolating, to be the only one. ) Come on, let's take a walk, shall we? ( come back once the panic at being outed is over. and maybe after a snack — newer vampires seemed to need to feed far more often. )