[Recilps.Eugor]

When Lillium moved, she felt rustling and heart crinkling beneath her. She groaned, arching her back and shuffling more. She felt awful. Her head was pounding and her body was doing the same, although the cool material of what she was lying on had helped a bit. It would probably have helped her more had it not been sticking to her skin as she made any kind of move. The pale form had stilled almost exactly when he had looked at her.

She shuffled more now, fingers curling around the bags beneath her. She finally pried open the blue eyes and glanced around. When she turned her attention towards him, she stiffened. She forced her way further into the bags, as if they were going to shield her from this monster towering before her. But soon, he made a rather abrupt turn and seemingly left her to her thoughts. That she could have lived with, as currently, Lillium had several thoughts billowing through her mind. What did he have planned for her? Where was she? And quite possibly her biggest and most important question of all: how did she get the Hell out of here? She didn't want to end up like the other woman, mangled against trash bags. Eyes clouded, hair matted with blood. No, she didn't want to be like that.

And then he re-entered the room. She forced herself into a sitting position. She wasn't sure if she could walk or not, honestly, she hadn't tried. Compliance was not something that she was looking forward to, but perhaps in the long run it would be easier on her? Yes, that was certain. Well, she assumed so. That's how it was in the movies, anyway. However, she wasn't aware of how bad movie references to actual life experiences could be.

She stood, pressing her hand to a near-by wall, making sure that her legs were working properly before looking at his extended arm. she swallowed, almost scared of the limb, until he began advancing towards her. She, rather quickly, moved from the wall and towards him, reaching out to touch the arm he had left outstretched. She recoiled. He was cold! Well, what did one expect? He was a Vampire, weren't they all cold?

With a small shudder, she moved herself, nearly stumbling into his grasp. She didn't want him carrying her again, that she knew. As he guided her into the bathroom, she looked around the massive room and bathtub in complete awe. She turned her head and looked back at him. He wanted her to bathe? That would have been a blessing in disguise. The dried blood was beginning to itch. She swallowed and stepped forward before looking back at him. Was he going to leave the room? She really wanted him to leave the room.