Matthew had to stop this. Sure, perhaps keeping her alive was dangerous, but no one deserved for Alistair to be their excecutioner. If anything, if they did let her go, who would believe her? The vampires infiltrated within the law and government would soon bring an end to her cries of help and unbelievable story. This was just proof that Alistair was a monster with no soul. He had perhaps forgotten the feeling of his own pounding heart, or the feeling of body heat, but Matthew had not. Therefore, he had helped get this girl into this mess, so he had to try to get her out.
Staying close to the shadows, he wasn't far behind Alistair, who was far too distracted with his latest toy. Trying not to watch the poor female run and stumble, when the sound of a car reached their ears, both vampire seemed to hesitate for a moment. Would they stop?
No.
Alistair watched the vehicle continue on it's way. How selfish. Was humanity really so self absorbed they would ignore a near collision? Would they turn their heads to a girl bleeding on the sidewalk? Of course. It was almost too easy to kill when everyone was so wrapped up in themselves.
He knew she must be exhausted, running and falling. Her strength could only last so long. But what about her will to live? "Oh dear. Look at the mess you've made." He walked slowly towards where she was sitting, following the trail of blood, and soaking in his enjoyment. Stopping infront of her, he bent down to look at her face. It was hidden under smears of red, and he reached out, trailing his index finger down her cheek so that it was covered in the same liquid. Pulling away and bringing it to his lips, he licked her blood off of his fingers and savored the flavor. It was sweet, with a hint of salt from her sweat. "Now, what was I saying before you ran?" He tapped his chin thoughtfully, using his other hand to brush away strands hair from her face, "Introductions. That's it." He smiled so sincerely, it was hard to believe he was so dangerous. "I am Alistair Cain."
A familiar voice piped up from the shadows, "Never trust a man with two first names."
"Matthew, go home." His patience with the other male was beginning to wear thin.
"Don't kill her." This request was leaving his mouth a lot tonight. He had to appeal to Alistair before he was brushed off again. "Not yet." There was a slight pause as he waited to see if Alistair would comment, but he did nothing except continue to observe Lillium. Matthew knew he was listening. "She could be taken home. You could play with her there. Why break a new toy so soon after you get it? Just think... You wouldn't have to muffle her screams then."
He was buying time, and Alistair wasn't an idiot. He knew what Matt was doing. "Touche." As he contemplated the thought, he couldn't deny the facts. With a little time, she could heal up, and he could hurt her all over again. She could also be a feeder if he wished. Eh. Why the hell not? He moved forward, his torso briefly hovering over hers as he snaked his hand around her back and under her legs. He prepared to lift her in his arms, assuming she was too tired to walk herself. Besides, it would be quicker this way.
"Come along, little one. How would you like to come home with me?" Alistair winked at the girl, signaling her ending would be put on hold, and stood with ease. Matthew silently sighed with relief during this, his mind trying to figure out just how much time he had before her death. Would he be able to help her, or had he prolonged her suffering?
Both vampire began walking down the street, cutting through alley ways, and the walk was fairly silent, except for Lillium's breathing. "So. What shall I call you, little one? Do you have a name or should I continue to give you pet names?"
((Hope you don't mind I had Alistiar pick her up. I'll rewrite if you want. A time skip can also happen if you want. Just let me know.))