Laws Schmaws | Arcadia

Holding feelings for two very different individuals.. it hadn't been a part of her bucketlist of things to do before she dies, that's for sure, but really, no one would really be capable of controlling such things, would they? Well, unless they're the Gods of Love like Aphrodite, or even Cupid. Leanna loved both Secret and Arcadia, both for reasons that aren't really that different from one another. Secret provided her with a sense of comfort that could never be replicated by anyone, or anything. Arcadia, on the other hand, gifted her with unconditional strength. Both of them are very affectionate, and very loving towards her, to the point of them even spending the last of her time as a human alongside her, to the point of them instantaneously accepting her for who she is, no matter what she had become, and to her, that's saying something.

When she felt those cold arms wrap around her own cold body, she in turn tried to roll around. There wouldn't ever be a time in her life where she'd not want to see the beautiful blonde's face, after all.

"What.. happened, back there..? My head's.. fucking hurting and.. I don't really remember much." There was definitely a violent streak within Leanna's conscience, but even so, no one would ever deem her capable of doing what she had done back then. That wasn't violence, oh no. That was a downright massacre- no, a mutilation- or perhaps even a dissection of another human being. Of course she wouldn't be doing such things left and right, she was terrified of it! Those horror movies that she'd watch with her Dad when she was still a young kid, it traumatized her! "And.. money.. eh..? I mean.. we could sorta.. renovate this place, but.. I don't think I'd wanna.. live somewhere too fancy.. y'know..?"

By now, her head's somewhat clearing up, and she could at least, recite proper sentences without expending too much of her energy reserves. She still needed much more blood than one man could provide, but at the end of the day, the more she takes, the more it.. changes her, in a sense.

It smelled like dead people. Then again, she wasn't alive, so did her nose took a whiff of what she smelled like..? In fact, she doesn't remember the last time she's taken a shower, so that's probably why she reeked.. of awesomeness. Look on the bright side! It doesn't smell nearly as bad as her tour bus, what with all her bandmates being avid drinkers and all that, the entire place smelled like puke, smoke and lazy asses. 

Leanna couldn't help but to feel a bit suspicious when Arcadia decided to ignore her first question, and truth be told, she didn't really know how to feel. For now though, she could just let it slide until she fully recuperates. Surely its a good idea, compared to a bombshell being dropped and her fainting again due to stress and whatnot. "Arcky.. What I meant's like.. I don't wanna live in a neighborhood full of snobs. That don't mean you can't.. like.. change this place into what you sorta fancy, y'know..?"

"S'why.. I'm like.. leaving the decisions up to you, cause.. I don't know shit about.. like.. these things." Sure, she's not really staying in a place that's hustling and bustling with people, but the farmer's market down the street each weekend morning definitely attracted a lot of attention from neighboring towns and regions. Also, the seafood around this place tastes pretty freaking awesome, and not to mention they're cheap. Sure, being a vampire now, Leanna doesn't really have to worry about those things anymore, but just because she only needs one element to survive, it doesn't mean she couldn't pamper herself with something that tastes different every once in awhile. "I just sorta.. like this place. Its quiet. Well.. cept weekends, but.. even then, people leave me alone here, even though some of em know who I am. Or.. rather.. who I was. Just don't go building a castle."

The dilemma going on inside her head was how she perceived herself at the moment. Leanna felt that she died, alongside her humanity, and what remained here was just an empty shell, revived by the dark forces of supernatural temptations, and though it truly does feel like she's been given a second chance at life, she doesn't really understand her position at the moment.

And out of nowhere, her second savior start spouting something about laws. You can pretty much imagine the look on the former rockstar's face when the sudden change in topic of conversation finally went through the girl's head - blank, emotionless, with a thin line spread across from cheek to cheek in place of her mouth. ".. Whut.. the serious fuck?"

There was a certain tone in Arcadia's voice when she agreed to the stipulation of not transforming Leanna's apartment into a full fledged castle that made it seem as though she was going to do exactly that. Though the pinkette did not particularly mind, it was to keep a low profile, after all. No one needs a bunch of tourists barging in through their front door while they're doing vampire stuff, right? It would be a complete violation of their privacy, and the former rockstar was pretty damn certain that her sirer would not consider letting those people go unscathed.

And what's the deal with those two and that whole cutesy-pleading-puppy-dog shtick, anyway? Yes, although it was downright irresistible, and Leanna could never bring herself to say no to a face like that, weren't they kind of taking advantage of her good nature? Or, at least, what remained of her good nature. "I don't think I have a choice.. I mean.. I don't wanna get disowned by my lover, y'know? So I guess I can sorta... make due with a few rules here and there."

As it turns out, the first rule wasn't much of a rule, after all. More so, it leaned in the direction of being something that should be included in the Vampires for Dummies book, or even a survival guide for vampires. Having to ingest blood 3 times per day to satisfy their never ending cravings, that wasn't something Leanna's looking forward to, especially considering how she might actually have to kill someone to get a hearty meal. Sure, they could just sneak into a hospital somehow and reload their fridge with blood packs, but she didn't really possess any capabilities or powers that would help her in that matter. Hell, she didn't even know what it is that made her different than the average human being, aside from her pale skin and her lust for blood.

"All things considered, I guess.. that's normal. Well, as normal as it can be, for me to be like.. drinking blood and all, but.. yeah. Guess I'll just have to get used to it." The taste of blood was still foreign to her for the time being, or so she thought. As mentioned previously, she didn't really remember much of what happened earlier, and thus, remained oblivious to to the darkness that had begun taking over ever fibre of her being. "Um.. anything else that I needa learn up?"

You can tell how she's trying her hardest to not be weirded out by this.

All in all, it did feel as though she's being completely reborn. Sure, she hadn't told anyone about her experiences when it came to what happened during the whole transformation process, but in a way, she could hardly remember. Perhaps it was her brain's way of preventing any instances of trauma, just like the first time she and Arcadia had met in the warehouse alongside those other people. Come to think of it now, she hadn't really asked what happened afterwards. Curious as she may be, she figured that if its anything remotely important, she'd be alerted by her girlfriend in a moment's notice.

Speaking of girlfriends, the blonde vampiress's words brought a shade of red onto Leanna's cheeks, along with effectively causing the girl to shift her glance towards another side of the room to avoid further embarrassment. The pinkette definitely had a lot more to learn when it came to the vampire physiology, along with whatever strengths and weaknesses she possessed. Plus, she's still somewhat weirded out by how she could actually breathe underwater. Well, breathing without the need to actually inhale nor exhale, if that even counts. She was more than certain that had she actually breathed underwater, it might hurt her, or it might cause her lungs to rot. Whichever the case, both didn't sound all too appealing.

Now, when it came to the subject of a coven, that topic confused her quite a bit. She knew for a fact that vampires were scarce, and around 95 percent of the world's population live their lives without ever having the chance to meet one. And those who do, well.. they usually perish before they could do or say anything. Of course, there were exceptions, even though Arcadia says otherwise. Hey, there has to be a reason why vampires are included in so many works of fiction, right? "I don't really.. get it. What if they're friends..? What if they're like.. trustworthy people? Killing everyone who finds out just seems a bit.. harsh."

"So lemme get this straight, a coven is pretty much.. like a soccer team? I mean, there's the coach, a couple of star players, and.. like, the rest of the team, with the lower tier waterboys and people who are responsible for the gear and shit?" It was a weird comparison, but being someone who wasn't remotely familiar with the world of the supernatural, of course she'd make real world references as best as she could.