His lips had moved before he could get control of them, telling her his newest address at the Riverfront Lofts. No, he had to care for Damien. No, he had to pick up the mess that both Sonya and Damien had left behind after their clash. No, he had no car with which to get to his own home; Camilla was still parked outside of Stakes and Sticks where he had left her at the beginning of this wild night.
Something red and hot flared in his chest as she pulled away from him with his keys, leaving him alone with his Sire.
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Damien did his best to not listen to their private moment, focusing instead on the blood that was filling his mouth and coating his dry throat. Rejuvenating, his eyes tingling dully as the blood worked its way through him. His headache lessened with each gulping mouthful of chilled blood. Lovers' words he couldn't quite hear, murmurings of lips against other lips, and unnecessary breaths told him to keep his attention to himself for the moment. Not long ago, Damien would have purposely made a noise to remind the two of his presence.
He heard Nadia walk down the hall away from them - passing the room in which Sonya lay without hesitation - and ascend the stairs. A sigh from the blonde and then Pierre came towards him, his steps significantly heavier than Nadia's, more familiar to him. "Give me that," his fledge said and Damien felt the empty blood bag tugged from his hand patiently. "What a night," he said to himself, sounding overly worn. Damien stayed silent for a long moment as Pierre moved around slowly, rattling drawers and plucking cabinets open as he went about his clean up. The elder vampire felt awkward, useless.
"What did you do to Odessa?"
A pause and another sigh, one with an overtone of guilt.
"I saw you drop to the floor and I ran to you. Odessa saw me and tried to take me out too, but Nadia got in her way. So, I came up behind her and snapped her neck." Another pause as Pierre paced the floor, putting items that had fallen on the ground away. "She almost took Nadia's arm off, Damien. She's getting bad."
Damien said nothing, taking it all in.
"Listen, let's get you upstairs. That way you can at least be somewhere familiar." Damien felt a hand under his arm and instinctually hopped down off the table, relying upon Pierre's hand for balance and direction. They walked the hallway together with Damien in front, taking the stairs slowly with a hand on the wall for support. Once upstairs, he heard the lock on the cellar door close heavily.
"She won't be awake for at least another day or two," Damien said finally, lowly as Pierre steered him towards the couch in the family room that smelled faintly of Rachel and Delilah. "Are you leaving now?"
Pierre hesitated, "N-no, I-I'll be staying for a while. You need the help."
"Help doing what? Sitting here with the dog while Odessa sleeps? Go. You have other things to take care of." Damien smirked, glad. Pierre began protest but Damien insisted. "If you have the chance to go make things right with her, take it. She probably needs you right now more than I do." There was a long pause before Damien felt himself be wrapped in Pierre's arms in a sweeping hug that caught him quite off guard.
"Thank you."
"Go. But before you do, bring me my phone and dial Rachel for me."