Odd Requests

A small hand reached up and she knocked on the heavy oak door. The infirmary ward door. The school nurses' office. In school, she'd been extremely put-off by the mention of the school nurse, the first place they'd sent her to, when she started producing ice balls and getting sick in extreme temperatures. She'd been through a wide variety of tests back then, from pregnancy tests to drawing blood in such an office.

But today, she didn't feel nervous or put off at all. Her crystal eyes examined the door and then the hallways as she waited for an answer from the other side. Today, she wasn't here for herself. She wasn't ill or unwell at all. She felt fantastic. There was a mild anxiety that underplayed her whole demeanor. The butcher in town had denied her access to the excess pigs blood. And being that this school was full of supernatural creatures, she had hoped that she could obtain the final ingredient for her cooking club here. The posters had been stapled and push-pinned to every board she'd been able to find. Even the boys dorm hall.

She hoped that she would not be denied this time. Surely they had something to spare her. Her recipes didn't call for huge amounts of blood, but it did call for a fair amount. How else could she make the three dishes that she had planned, but with a fair amount of blood? And hopefully with a little bit to spare, in case they didn't work out. She could at least serve a few goblets to the Vampire students. She was working extremely hard to make sure that she accommodate everyone.

Her white hair was tied into messy little pigtails that hung down over her shoulders, and just over the top of her white tank top. A few wild strands of wet hair stuck out at random places. Her dark blue jean shorts came to about mid-thigh and looked as though they might have been through hell and back. A small hand reached up and pulled some hair away from her face and she sighed. She was anxious to secure this last ingredient today, so she could work on cooking all day on Friday.

When the door opened, Angelica was quick to smile. While she didn't know a lot about Kalika, she didn't find her company unappealing. This woman had confidence and sex appeal to spare. Both of which Angelica was in need of.

Crystal eyes looked her over, taking in the outfit. A faint blush covered her cheeks. "Oh, Kalika. Thank you." she moved inside the room a little daintily, like she could easily be broken. And honestly, that's about how she felt now. Just a moment ago, she'd been confident and sure of her mission, now she seemed to waiver. "Oh, I'm fine, thank you. Not ill or anything, not today." she told her, eyeing the stockings. On her own pale, creamy skin, those would stand out like purple hats at Christmas time. "Actually, I'm hoping you can help me..." she said, finally tearing her eyes away from the stockings and back to the woman's face.

She let out a deep breath and nodded. It was as if she'd forgotten her purpose here for a moment, and looking over Kalika, she could see how it might be easy to forget. Her lack of explanation though was quickly amended though, and the words sort of spilled out without a lot of composure. "Well, I'm sure you've seen the posters about my cooking club, and well, this is probably an extremely odd request, but I need some blood for some of the recipes that I'm using. You know, to make it more...hospitable for our Vampire students." she seemed to hesitate with the last part. Not that she didn't find Kalika untrustworthy, just that the woman might think her to be a complete weirdo.

Her smile was genuine though, her crystal eyes clear and clear doubt. She would not feel like a fool asking for this. Just because she didn't enjoy the taste of blood didn't mean that their weren't others out there who did. She shifted on her feet though, seemingly a little nervous with this woman. She wanted to absorb and take in some of her confidence and sex appeal, but this close it almost seemed intimidating.

"Can you help me with my request?" she ask, a little meek.

Strands of white hair fell over her face as she looked around the room. For a moment, she'd only taken note of the other woman, and her choice of an outfit. She didn't notice the crimson sheets or the sterile room around her, at first. But now that she'd been able to look away from Kalika, she could fully take in the room and enjoy it...well, maybe not enjoy, but at least enjoy the cleanliness.

She looked back to Kalika, and her eyes lit up. This was the first confirmation that someone would be coming! Oh, how exciting! An excited smile spread across her face and she could barely contain herself from bouncing up and down. "Oh Kalika! That's so wonderful. Please do come, please do." she nodded, the happiness written on her face quiet plainly.

She nodded to the woman when she excused herself, and Angelica took another moment to study this room. It didn't look like any hospital or lab she'd been in before. They all seemed less...friendly than this place. Caislin Hallows University was a big place, and while it seemed intimidating at first, it really was a lovely place, full of homey and cozy places. One just had to know where to look...this room, had a bit of homey feel. She wasn't about to hop up on one of the beds and take a nap, but if she had to, it wouldn't be too strange.

When Kalika returned with a small cooler of blood, her attention snapped back to the woman. She felt something close to jealously, the way the woman walked in such tall heels, the way her perfect body fit into that dress. She suddenly felt like she had the body of a 10 year old boy. Her breasts weren't large or even average, and she had very few curves. Really, she only had the slight narrow of her waist, and then the small flare of small hips.

She gave Kalika a smile though, and reached for the small cooler. "Nope, this is really all I needed. Thank you so much for helping me. I was a little worried, since the town Butcher denied me access to his pigs-blood..." she shrugged lightly. "Maybe I should let you dress me from now on, since you seem to have a flare for outfits..." she giggled, looking over the outfit, again.

She laughed a little on the inside. Kalika was right though. Some people could be barbaric in their thoughts. The Butcher himself had told her to use her own blood for her Vampire concoctions, sneered at her, and ordered him out of his shop. He wasn't a very nice man at all...but that didn't matter now. She had what she needed.

She stole a quick glance down at the cooler in her hands and smiled, her crystal eyes returning to Kalika. The woman had taken on a rather predatory look, the way she looked her over. Her gaze made Angelica feel like she was drowning in a pool of awareness. Breath hung in her lungs, too afraid to rush out and allow more air into her lungs. Kalika had obviously learned that intimidation was an extremely powerful tool...now if she could just learn to use that too, perhaps she could make others feel this way.

All Angelica could do was nod at Kalika's statement. Of course she wanted to draw attention to herself...from a distance someone might mistake her for plain, and that's only if they weren't looking closely, but right up on her face, there was obviously nothing plain about her.

And then the woman was close to her, ready to brush her cheek, and Angelica could feel her heart pound in her chest, although the room was silent, save for the two of them, but she had this distinct ringing in her ears. It was almost as if a million different voices hit her ears at once, and not only was she drowning in awareness of this woman who was close enough to reach into her chest and literally rip her heart out, but she was surrounded by screams and noise suddenly.

And then, the noise stopped. Kalika spoke and Angelica nodded again. "Suite K...I'll come visit you tonight." Her voice was a little rough, a little scratchy, and she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "No..no..tonight then. Thanks again for your help..." she told her, taking a full step backwards and making for the door. She reached for the door handle and pulled the heavy oak door open, seeming to fumble for a moment, before she finally got the thing open enough to leave.

[Exit, unless stopped]