How unbearably hot and simultaneously cold the vampire woman felt, that shudder rolling down her spine and the entirety of her body. That very skin almost feeling too painful for the faintest of touches, her own eyelids felt heavy as though being weighed down by every darkened lash. Her own body trembling involuntarily. Distraught, the singular word that explained the woman entirely. She sniffled, her congested nose seemed impossibly full, that pressure building up to the forefront of her skull. A whimper so overtook her as she attempted to find the very vampire that seemingly possessed all the answers, surely, he would know what was happening to her. How very sure she was that she was dying.. panic surged through her, firing rapidly within her too-heated veins that might as well been filled with sunlight. Another pitiful sound escaping her. Tears threatened to collect, and spill passed that waterline, sniffling as if to rid herself from that feeling within her nose to little avail.

Petra suddenly sneezed, that very foreign sound and involuntary movement startling the woman within the confines of that empty room. A crackle of her illusions began to take shape unbeknownst to her, a mere phantom before dispersing just as fast. A misfire. She had never misfired an illusion before, yet the woman was quick to pass off that very thought dismissing it. Her concern for what was assaulting her body far surpassing that accidental slip. She hardly liked this feeling in the slightest.

At the very least, that grime had been cleaned and lifted from her body, not a trace remained upon the pale smooth porcelain flesh. She exits the depths of the guest bedroom, in desperate search for Sebastian, genuine concern written across her features. How those very clothes felt almost like sandpaper on her skin. The world seemed almost off kilter, as though her equilibrium was affected by that very pressure within her head. She used a stretched-out hand to brush against the nearest wall to steady herself before she so cried out into that massive mansion, her voice practically devoured within its depths. Another singular whimper escapes her, not quite understanding the sudden attack upon her immortal body that seemed entirely invaded and violated by that sickness that had taken hold inside of her. What was happening to her?

She was so certain it must be death... Vampires do not get sick. So long as she was well fed the woman felt like she should... immortal, strong, unstoppable. Ever since that night she had saved Sebastian her entire would have flipflopped upside down, unable to ever right itself fully. It was only after weeks of starvation that she had finally fed. She was feeling so much better up until that encounter with that neon heart. Or perhaps her own body seemed to reject the blood she had stolen. She hardly knew. What a mess had been made of her life. It's like the pieces of what she was had been shattered, unable to sync up with what once was. First, she was forced to feel, to care for those mortals she had once so easily disposed of, so much to the point she hadn't been able to feed. And now she was sick, after momentarily feeling like herself again. How utterly miserable it was. She had thought life had made sense. She had everything she'd ever wanted and yet now it couldn't possibly get much worse.

Vampires were not supposed to feel hot and yet she felt like ice and fire all laced into one. No, this was not right. Those symptoms seemed to be getting worse by the second, all the more intense. How she couldn't take much more of this. It was the only answer, she was dying. This was it. Sebastian should have put her out of her misery within that barn. In only but a few moments Sebastian had appeared and relief seemed to flood her entirely. His body seemed to shudder as he tried to quiet her, shushing her like he would a child. "You don't know that. I am... I am dying.. it is the only....explanation." Her lower lip seemed to quiver almost pitifully so, as much as she truly felt. "Do you think... that.... Green entity in the alley did this to us?" Another shudder wracked her form, raising her teal gaze toward her pajama glad companion who clearly seemed to be experiencing that same deterioration too. "You don't look too..." Her words were ceased from where they so formed in her sore, aggravated throat. Another had appeared, that singular question, Sebastian's name caused her attention to focus upon the fae that had unexpectedly appeared shortly after the other vampire had. There was a slight scent that had managed to infiltrate her stuffed nostrils, but only barely. A trace she wasn't entirely certain of and yet it smelled of sunshine and life. The woman vampire's unusual teal hued eyes seem to all but stare as he so assessed her with his silvery eyes, until his lips seemed to curl so slightly into a polite smile as he so swept across that hallway to his husband's side.

She wanted to acquire more of that unique scent and yet those once rich aromas had been taken for granted until it was robbed from her. That sudden tender sign of affection that was probably nothing but a natural gesture between the couple caused the ashen haired woman's attention to hone in upon that very caress. It was so simple, a mere afterthought and yet that very care seems to prompt her head to tip to the side, in a way that almost seems broken. What a perplexing action and yet one that she seems wholly curious of, all the way down to that concerned filled statement that left him.

What was he? He had felt old and yet she could hear his very heartbeat bounding endlessly within her skull, judging from the hue of his cheeks he was quite obviously very much alive. Yet, he was simply not a mortal. He spoke to what seemed like his life partner, his silvery eyes meeting her own dark rimmed eyes. "You mean we look like death.." she added to his final statement, that usual musical tone to her voice seemed hollow and brittle. "That green stuff... it has to be killing us.. its..." Those words never parted from her when suddenly, that tickle within her nostrils seemed unbearable before another sneeze seized her. She raised her arm to her nose as if to stop her very brains from blasting out of her nostrils, she brought her fingertips toward her nose before tenderly rubbing it as if to sooth the poor broken part of her. What a horrible sensation that sneeze was. It seemed too volatile, like her head was going to explode.

Death was coming, there was no other explanation to it. Maybe she was destined to explode like that neon glowy heart did. What a horrible thought it was. That discomfort was blatantly apparent, as she shivered once more, that lower jaw trembling, her teeth chattering and that look of clear distress seized her features. What she hadn't anticipated was for those illusions to come alive once more, those realistically vivid illusions. That look and felt real... those illusions that could cause harm as they could cause such bliss. In an instant, those visions flooded that second level and the trio were suddenly within the empty streets of a humid Paris after a fresh rain, the streets glistening beneath the moon's light, a similar scene that she had offered that bookkeeper.

That had felt like days ago, her limbs feeling all the heavier. She hadn't meant for that to happen. She gasped, that slip of her powers seeming to take a mind of their own... She sneezed once more that scene so escaping them once more and they were once more standing within that home, those familiar walls returning... only for there to be a chicken... her childhood chicken walked about that floor, his head bobbing before tapping at that very floor as if in search for something to eat.

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