Garnet nearly says something more but decides against it, instead turning around and exiting the apartment again. She’s hoping the ridiculous hour will keep her from being spotted by anyone, because god knows what would happen if she tried to explain the situation. She can barely explain it to herself: what the hell is she doing, leaving her own home covered in blood, seeking out a stray cat as some sort of sacrifice to a vampire that just attacked her?
Keeping herself alive is the only rationalization she can manage at the moment, so it has to be enough. She looks around and thankfully sees no one, no lights on in any apartments but her own. She sneaks around the building, making her way to where she normally spots the stray. It takes a few minutes of searching and what probably sounds like insane coaxing on her part, but soon she spots a flash of eyes near the bushes.
The cat knows her, she’s left canned food for him a couple times, and it makes her gut wrench when he comes right up to her, interested in what she may have to offer and not at all aware of the fate she’s condemning him to. “I’m sorry,” she whispers as she grabs him, though she knows it’s meaningless.
She clutches him to her chest as she makes her way into her apartment, ignoring his angry struggling, heartbeat picking up again as she closes the door. She’s scared of what she’s about to do, of what she could be unleashing in giving this vampire a food source… But she can’t see that she has any other choice.
“I brought a cat,” she says, voice audibly cracking in a way she wishes it wouldn’t, hovering above the crumpled body on the floor. A cat is a small creature, and she really hopes this will be enough.
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Keeping herself alive is the only rationalization she can manage at the moment, so it has to be enough. She looks around and thankfully sees no one, no lights on in any apartments but her own. She sneaks around the building, making her way to where she normally spots the stray. It takes a few minutes of searching and what probably sounds like insane coaxing on her part, but soon she spots a flash of eyes near the bushes.
The cat knows her, she’s left canned food for him a couple times, and it makes her gut wrench when he comes right up to her, interested in what she may have to offer and not at all aware of the fate she’s condemning him to. “I’m sorry,” she whispers as she grabs him, though she knows it’s meaningless.
She clutches him to her chest as she makes her way into her apartment, ignoring his angry struggling, heartbeat picking up again as she closes the door. She’s scared of what she’s about to do, of what she could be unleashing in giving this vampire a food source… But she can’t see that she has any other choice.
“I brought a cat,” she says, voice audibly cracking in a way she wishes it wouldn’t, hovering above the crumpled body on the floor. A cat is a small creature, and she really hopes this will be enough.