[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

[ooeeooahah]

AU Information: Ilsa and her sister were kidnapped at a young age, and taken from the human dimension where they were born, to the dimension her father is from. The political opponents who arranged the attack were found and the girls rescued in Ilsa's timeline, but not every rescue is successful. In the alternate timeline, she and her sister were raised as cubi, by a clan that taught that all others were cattle to be driven as the clan willed. She is not a doctor, not a chef, and definitely not a nice girl, this weekend.

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

[ She chuckles and skritches the cat's ears. ] Good kitty.

[nyanpire]

Prrrr... [Okay. Okay, this was a bit nicer, being petted by Ilsa... he'll just... ignore the drone-guy.]

Nyaa... Ilsa, I want a snack. I want tea. Or cupcakes. Or... tea AND cupcakes!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Seriously? This little guy thought she would cook? ] Let's see what we have here... [ She pokes around in the refrigerator, ] No cupcakes, but there is a... red cake in here. [ She pulls out a leftover red-velvet layer cake under plastic wrap. ]

[nyanpire]

Red cake? RED CAKE! [He starts to turn happy circles on the countertop! And then he catches himself, stops short, and sits his little behind right on down.

Dark Nyanpires shouldn't get so excited about cake. Even if it was Ilsa's cake, which is very exciting.]

Nyaa. I want some of that.

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, cake for breakfast sounds good.

[ She'll cut off two generous slices, not knowing (or caring) it was something baseline Ilsa had baked for Egon. She pours herself some tea, and noting there's just a little left in the pitcher, pours the rest in a teacup.

Something about the combination of evil and cute works for her. ]

[nyanpire]

Cake for breakfast is the best!

[And om nom nom ensues... for a little bit. He's halfway through his cake when he stops and eyes Ilsa. Well, Ilsa's arm. Where the veins are.

...maybe later. For now, tea.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She catches that look, and wonders if he is planning to kill her. Should be easy enough for her to defend herself against the kitten, though.

Might even be fun. ]

[nyanpire]

[The cake is quickly devoured, and he takes a few moments to groom himself to remove any stray crumbs and frosting. But then his eyes return to Ilsa's veins....]

Nyaa. I want blood now.

[There. He had demanded, and now she'd offer it to him! That's how it had always worked.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Her eyebrows go up, but there's an idea that blossoms. The kitten is likely not able to drain her completely, and there's some curiosity as to how different he would be to the others. ]

You going to give me a purr in return?

[nyanpire]

Prrrrrr.... [Okay. He can be a little more coy and a little less demanding with Ilsa. Nyanpire makes a show of purring as he pads closer, fangs bared and ready to sink in and draw some blood.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She reaches out to pet him, and take a bit of a snack for herself. Not much, because he's a small kitten, and she's not fed from cats before. ]

[nyanpire]

[Before he can get his fangs sunk in, suddenly... ooh, things feel all funny. His ears flatten and his whiskers bristle, and he stumbles back a few little steps.]

N...nyaa?

[Goodness knows what a vampire kitten feels like. Perhaps it feels cute.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ A little sweet, and a little sharp, and today a bit dark... but also not something she senses would do her much good, beyond a small taste.

She pets him a bit more, without the tap to his energy. ]

[nyanpire]

Prr... [Maybe... maybe he had just imagined it all. Right? Maybe? He nuzzles uncertainly at Ilsa's hand, but for now... no. No blood from her. That was strange.]