Someone's Moving In

While she looked upon the False Twin there was always, constant, the voice of Creation in her mind talking to her. Whispering, Shouting, Caressing her mind with words all at once it took mental will power to keep it from becoming nonsense babble in the back of her mind but at this moment all the voice was saying to speak to this girl. Help her in some way, but there wasn't much of any way that Cerra could think of that might help one with a beating heart other then the Gift that was given to her. That however was not her place to choose, there might be another way though...it could either help or hinder but it was the only thing she knew she could do.

Going down onto her own knees she was eye level with the False Twin once more. Making sure to keep eye contact with her she let out a small sigh...though she didn't need to breath. "False Twin, it appears for matters unkown to me you are in distress. But Creation wills me to help. I shall do so but you asked a question of this one. Yes, I meant your visions. The Sight can take many forms and yours gives you pain. But this may help, look into my eyes."

Even if this girl did not look into Cerra's eyes she could do what she wanted but Cerra felt it would be good for the girl to have something to look at. But now Cerra was leaning closer to the False Twin, so close in fact that their noses were about to touch. Then with a blink of her eyes she willed this girl to hear the voices of the universe. Let her hear what she was missing, let her hear what was blocked to her and let her know this for herself. Cerra's hair also began to wave around her in invisible waves like she was underwater. Causing the blinding mixture of colors to mix and mingle with each other.

Being the channel for the Voice of Creation was taxing. Even for this short period of time it was draining her but it seemed to be working. The False Twin was calming down and wasn't seeming like the world was going to throw her to the sun. Cerra's vision was slowly fading red, a telltale sign that she needed to feed and soon. Otherwise what logic her vampiric beast esk brain still maintained. She could hear The False Twin speak to her.

"The Voice of Creation, the Will of Being, the Essence of Life. It goes by many names, and I hear it's chorus all hours. It keeps company to the Nosral Clan through the ages..." Just speaking was begining to be difficult so she had to cut off the connection. Her hair slowly began to drift back downward settling into it's usual halo of color around her head in a sort of frizzy sort of way. "I....I need essence...I need to feed... Can...Can I?" Cerra herself began to shake and shudder like a leaf like a normal person left out in the cold.

The False Twin did not understand... but she could help herself. She gently grabbed the False Twins's hand, though Cerra could feel a pulse she did not care other then it carried vital life essence in the False Twin's veins. "I feed...on essence..." slowly and sensually she seemed to move the False Twin's hand closer, again almost reluctantly she put her lips closer to the wrist.

Like a viper she struck teeth sinking into flesh and she could feel the warmth of blood begin to fill her mouth and she began to drink. After only a few sips of blood she felt herself rejuvinated. Fresh blood was so much more energizing then the bagged stuff. Before she completely pulled away she gave a long lick of the False Twin's wrist the saliva already healing the new wound. It was very short lived but it would scab over the area but it would stop after that. "I think I should apologize for taking some of your essence... if one such as I strain ourselves...it gets messy sometimes..." If Cerra had a beating heart right now she would more then likely that she would be blushing.

"The false Twin must be in shock if you expect me to believe that seeing one of the Kin regaining their strength through the essence of blood." Cerra said as she blinked a little, the world was much more crisp then it was previously as the energies that she had just consumed hit her system.

"But us sitting in the hallway like this will make people talk." Cerra stood up and then began to examine the boxes in the hallway. "And to be honest, I have no idea where Creation got all of this stuff for me." Cerra could only shrug at this, she didn't mind. Creation must of had a reason.