Oh mercy, will it overcome us

As the situation began to unfold, Bethel felt fear draining from her body as quickly as the blood pooling from her thighs. The dissipation of her fear was more than probably due to the immense trauma causing exhaustion after the initial adrenaline had waned, leaving the woman at a loss for reality and dignity. Although the male vampire seemed callous at first, he began to become intrigued with why there was an anaconda in the city; little did he know, she was not from the city, and she often wondered why she was there, too. The thoughts began waning with her energy, leaving Bethel to lay back against the concrete and pavement in order to retain consciousness. What situation could possibly be worse? Leaving her care in the hands of unknown vampires didn't feel too safe, and Bethel felt a desperate wish for anyone else gently edge its way into her mind.

The female vampire seemed to have wits that were beyond the male. He spoke with a confident ease that Bethel could only attribute to the cockiness of a long life. His experiences surely fueled this confidence, but even so, the woman didn't like it. As the female implored the male evidently named Damon for a towel from the car, Bethel felt a breeze of relief touch her briefly, but only to fade as quickly as it had been aroused. The towel provided the dignity she had lost with the collision, although it didn't take away from the sudden shame she felt in her plea for the vampires not to eat her. What's a girl to do? The idea was fairly delusional, brought on by the immense pain emanating from the injuries to her legs. Bethel fought the urge to shift to her reptilian form once more, desiring the comfort that the animal's skin gave her but she knew all too well that the discomfort that the shift enforced would be too much for her... and the woman wanted to keep herself awake.

At the female vampire's suggestion, Bethel shuddered. Drink her blood? The idea was more than minutely repulsive, especially as she wasn't generally in favor of vampiric abilities. Evidently, there were no healing powers to the woman as Damon had inquired, which made Bethel even more skeptical as the blood began surfacing from the two small marks created by fantastical fangs which had appeared from within the woman's mouth. She shuddered, turning her head away from the sight of the woman's wrist. The healing properties of the blood were unnatural, and nothing she wanted to put in her own body regardless of the relief it may bring. With a hesitant, short exhale of breath Bethel didn't realize she was holding and her eyes remaining shut, the woman realized that there was someone she wanted to see for help. The young witch who had provided her amulet... she would know what to do, wouldn't she? The witch had all sorts of potions in her shop, and Bethel was sure that she would have the knowledge to create some kind of elixir that would provide reprieve, even if it was not immediate.

"There...There's a w-witch in the c-city... She makes potions... She h-helped me before..." The Were trailed off, leaving the rest of the information hanging in the air, hoping that the vampires might make sense of her description as she didn't quite remember the witch's name. Would they at least have some idea? After all... this wastheir fault...

Bethel Mercy Ayer -- were-anaconda -- played by auree