A Girl on a Rampage

"No problem, and if I ever do something that bothers you feel free to tell. Though leaving you alone I might not do if you say that."

"Ha, don't worry, I'll tell you. I'd tell you even if you didn't want me to," Cordelia said. She couldn't help it; when something was annoying her, she had to speak up about it, almost no matter what the situation was. She shook her head with a small smile when he mentioned leaving her alone. "Don't worry. You don't annoy me that much. I wouldn't tell you to leave me alone," she told him, almost laughing at his shifty eyes, but refraining from doing so.

She sighed on the inside when she saw him smile when she blushed. The woman turned her face away from him for a moment, almost blushing more, but able to stop herself from doing so this time. "Must you smile at me when I blush?" she asked quietly, still not looking at him. He had already said that she looked cute when she blushed, but that didn't mean he always had to smile at her because of it.

"How about if you have no fun you and Amelia can go on a male beating spree?"

The widow laughed, but shook her head. "It's a good idea, but I couldn't," she told him. "Not on Valentine's Day, of all days. Maybe the next day or something, but yeah..." Cordelia sighed. It just didn't seem right to her to beat up someone that someone else may have loved on Valentine's Day. Any other day was fine... just not the fourteenth. Plus, she would probably be too upset to even want to beat someone up; that was, if she didn't enjoy the hoedown. If she did have fun at the hoedown, though, then there would obviously be no point in her beating someone up.

"Yes it is, it's a short distance for a vampire seeing the super speed and all. But if you want I can escort you on the way back, but I think Amelia will have caught up by then and most likely she'll want to talk to you so in that case I should let you two girls talk alone."

Somewhat to her surprise, Cordelia nodded in agreement to that. "Alright. If, for some reason, Amelia hasn't caught up to us be then, you can escort me back," she told him. Maybe it would make him happy, maybe he wouldn't care, but the twenty-year-old was sure he would be glad to hear her say that. "And if she's caught up by then, then I'll just see you some other time." She shrugged her shoulders, just to show that she slightly didn't care.

"Good, I wouldn't want to offend you and I wouldn't want to leave you."

Cordelia blinked. Don't blush, woman!! DON'T BLUSH!!! she screamed in her mind. He wouldn't want to leave her? Wow... again, she kind of felt flattered. Why wasn't she beating him up by now, though? Had this been any other male, they would have been dead by now. Alright. It's only because he'd like it if I beat him up... the woman convinced herself. I don't like him, not even as a friend. I can't. Ok, maybe as a friend... and that's it!

"I see," was all the woman mumbled, not wanting to say anything more. It was obvious that she didn't really know she should have said in the first place, and she wondered if Percy had actually just heard what he had said.

"I'm sorry, it's just soo hard not too your too kawaii when you blush."

The woman chuckled. "You sneaky little vampire. Calling me cute in another language, hm?" she shook her head. Upon hearing him say it was hard not to call her cute, she merely sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Whatever. If it's that difficult for you to not call me cute or beautiful or anything, I suppose it's ok..." It had been almost painful for her to say that, but it didn't matter, she supposed. They were just words, after all... right?

"Well here it is."

Seeing that cabin made Cordelia stop in her tracks. She looked up at it, quite amazed. It actually seemed quite homey, and in an organized fashion. The garden made her smile. She missed homes like these, and living in them, seeing as how she lived in a dorm room at the school now. Oh, well, though. Maybe one day she would buy another house. "It looks nice," she said. "You must do a good job of keeping the place from becoming a dump. Anyway, am I going to need a tour of this place to find my way around or will I survive just going in there on my own?" she asked.

Cordelia sighed when he didn't respond to her 'sneaky little vampire comment. "Oh, come on," she said. "I meant absolutely nothing at all by the 'little' part. I would have called anyone little had they just been in your position. I promise I was only joking around." Joking around? Wow. That was something the widow rarely did, unless of course sarcasm could count as joking around. But, then again, she used to do such things with friends, and she did consider Percy to be a friend. "Would you feel better if I rephrased that comment?"

"No I kinda understand, I'll try harder honest."

"Whatever you say..." the woman said with a sigh. She doubted that he could. If he hadn't been able to cut down on giving her compliments by now, then she didn't think he ever would. "But you don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'll guide you around and then wait outside, it's not too big you'll most likely need to know where a few things are so I should give you a tour."

The twenty-year-old nodded. "Alright," she said as she walked inside, smiling when he held the door open for her. She looked at the lilies, really quite shocked. She didn't think a male could live alone in a place that was so beautiful, and just so homey. Either he was a neat freak, seeing as how everything was clean and organized, or he was really lonely and pretended other people were there. She was leaning toward lonely, seeing as how he was four hundred years old and had never had someone to love. She didn't think it would be a great idea to bring it up, though.

Cordelia noticed the painting as well, and wondered who the people were, but wasn't sure if it would be a great idea to ask. However, the curiosity showed on her face, even though she had tried her hardest not to let it show. She didn't want to upset him in any way, after all.

"This is the living room, the kitchen is enjoined to it."

She looked back at him and nodded. "Alright," she said, glancing into the kitchen. Oh, she really missed having a home of her own, and it showed slightly, but she had been able to basically keep it hidden. "Well, like I said before, you really do have a nice house."

"Oh... sorry about that, just little isn't the nicest way to feel or be addressed. I kinda hoped that you'd see me a bit bigger than my looks."

"I do see you bigger than your looks..." Cordelia said. "Just because I said little meant nothing, just like I said. I would have called another elder I know the same thing, and she's older than you." Of course, she was talking about Rayana, the vampire she despised. She had only brought her up to make a point to Percy, though.

"... I mean your younger than me and your taller then me, it kinda stinks majorly to have to feel so small...."

A look of understanding came to her face. "Well, I'm kind of taller than most girls, so don't feel bad...?" she offered. She didn't know if that would help, or if that would make him feel even worse. It was true, though; she was five feet, eleven inches, and most females were only around five feet, five inches. "And, just like you would make everyone else small if you could, I'd make you tall if I could. Seeing as how your height seems to upset you."

"..... But I can't refrain from a small smile."

The woman laughed. "Fine. You can smile if it'll please you, as long as you don't say anything out loud," she told him with a smile.

"It's rather shocking no? My mother was a neat freak, she would've hated if I left a mess and she believed strongly in men having manners. So in her memory I keep a nice clean house...."

She smiled. That was quite a nice thought. "Who cares if it's unmanly? Keeping a neat house is easier than keeping a messy one," she commented. When he mentioned his mother chasing away people with a broom, she just laughed. It sounded like he had good parents... good parents that didn't lie or abandon a younger sibling or —

She stopped before she started thinking about her own mother and father.

"My dad was shorter when they first married, oddly after marrying he had a groweth spurt."

Cordelia joined him in chuckling. "Heh. How old were they when they got married?" she asked. She was tempted to tell Percy that he might go through a growth spurt one day, but didn't do so, mostly because it probably wouldn't happen.

As he showed her around the house, she merely nodded at everything, not really saying much about anything. As he mentioned being able to have taken some of his parents belongings, she nodded. "Yeah, that's good," she said.

"Feel free to use whatever you need to clean your wound or anything. I'll wait outside so you can have the house to yourself so there's no odd moments."

Cordelia nodded. "Alright. Thanks, Percy," she said. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, taking off her sweatshirt so she wouldn't have to deal with baggy clothing. Wincing from examining her wound, the woman opened the cabinet, beginning to look through everything that was there to look for what she would need. Bandages and a washcloth would do, maybe a disinfectant or something. She would live without the third thing, though, seeing as how she couldn't die if she did get an infection. And she could just get the bullet out with her fingers, so she wouldn't need anything for that.

"Um... you don't want to talk to certain older vampires rudely. They can be evil, some like to suck vampire blood...."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. She could care less about that. Older vampires were vampires all the same, and she didn't really like respecting her elders. They were all the same, none of them were anymore special than the younger vampires, whether they thought so or not.

"I wish they had a magical pill to make one grow older by about 5 years... then I'd at least look decent."

Well, maybe one day, someone would find a pill like that. She nodded, and when he mentioned her being sweet and kind deep down, shrugged her shoulders. She supposed that she was... but it was way deep down. It wasn't hard for her to be kind to those she loved, even though she did have a habit of saying the wrong thing at times.

"Yes ma'am, your wish is my command."

Well, good, maybe now that she would at least allow him to smile he would stop using words to compliment her. She shook her head with a smile upon seeing him bow, finding it a tiny bit amusing.

".... They had no reason to die the way they did."

"My apologies," was all that Cordelia said. She didn't know what else she could say, so she figured that apologizing was the best thing, even though she hated it when people said they were sorry for her own losses. A bit hypocritical, but... oh, well. Cordelia could be a hypocrite at times.

The woman finally found what she needed in the cabinet, and grabbed the washcloth first, wetting it with water from the sink and beginning to clean out her wound. It hurt, and she bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from wincing. "Note to self... never get shot again..." she said quietly, fighting the urge to kick something.

She then noticed the tweezers, and deciding that she didn't want anymore metal in her, just used her fingers to get the bullet out. This really hurt, but she was able to get the bullet out with her fingers alone. Of course, her hand was all bloody now, but oh, well. She wiped her hand and the wound again, then started searching for the bandages.

Upon finding a disinfectant, she decided to use it. She put a little bit on her bandages and but the bandages on, sighing in relief when that was done. She picked up her sweatshirt and exited the bathroom, still biting her lip. Alright, this was seriously painful.

She finally made it outside, and put her sweatshirt back on with some minor difficulty. "Done," she said. "And thanks again, Percy." She had noticed Amelia coming, but the other female was too far away for her to say anything to.