- Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:28 pm
Zhiana looked over at Trevor, then away. It was clear she was debating on whether or not to answer. What the hell? What would it hurt?
"I was a war orphan. On top of that, I've got a blood disease that St. Mungo's could treat...but given that both my parents were muggleborn, they refused to treat me because I had no paperwork. So, there I was, starving, dying, and alone...then this vampire shows up and says he can smell my sickness and could keep me alive...he'd feed me and help care for me, all I had to do was give him a pint of blood every month. Well...I learned to brew a blood restorative draught and I was Corilanus' donor for the last two years. But now he's dead. And if I don't find another willing vamp, I will be too. Been considering just following Cori anyway. He was a good friend."
She told that to the wall in front of her. The odds of this man caring were slim, so she didn't want to get pissed off by seeing him dismiss her tragedy like it didn't matter. Maybe it didn't to people like him...but it mattered to her.