Stopping once again in his stride, Edward very nearly laughed at Shae's response to an extent yet his face seemigly didn't want to change in order to create such an expression. At any rate he watched Shae's expression change from one to the next, and he could very much see her silently seething. You didn't see fit to at least tell me that you were going to stop seeing me? Of course, I didn't take much initiative to come see you so you maybe could explain, but you know me well enough to know I'm too proud to be the first to cave. I thought you'd miss me and at least come see me.. or send me a letter, at the very least. Faith might have been a controlling bitch, but I'm sure she wasn't against courtesy or letters! Edward sighed softly and shook his head. "Perhaps the other part was you in turn made no effort to contact me, I thought you were away, or busy with someone, or what not, I simply left you to it, It was foolish I know, I shouldn't of given up my firends.my only friends.. well you and Molly mainly, although I have not heard from Molly..Ros eon the other hand I doubt will ever speak to me again.." He frowned softly of course he could understand Faith's insecurity for he did have female friends, and barely any male friends. So yes, he could understand it to an extent within reason. Now Edward would perhaps simply drift along, not really paying attention to much, keeping within himself and perhaps ocassionally confinding in Shae.

thanks for killing off Faith :/

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if you read closely, you'll see we didn't exactly kill her off. She's just assumed dead.

Supposedly you and Dan were having issues, and we didn't know if you were coming back, and if you did if you'd even talk to Edward. We had to come up with something.

Also, my reply will be slow and late today. Again. I'm watching the live feed from wrockstock at http://www.potterteevee.com ]]

[[ooc: sorry sorry sorry I disappeared!]]

"busy with someone?" Shae quoted him inside her head, picking up the same pace as before, but she had let go of his hand. There was no denying that she still felt offended by what he had said and his cold hand wasn't making the cold weather feel any warmer.

Who would I be busy with? she wondered to him. It was true. Shae didn't have many friends or even aquaintences. She only really had Edward as a friend. She'd tried being friends with other people, but she got bored with them so easily. Shae was never one for drama. She'd never had a taste for it, hence why she was more skillful in the arts of keeping secrets than most. She led a very boring life, when it came down to it. The only drama she saw was when she did her illegal dealings in Knockturn alley. She preferred it that way. Yet, Edward was her friend, his life, being one of the reasons for that. Edward always had something dramatic going on in his life. Shae always got sucked into the stories he told about his life, and she loved that. One could say she lived vicariously through him. Of course, she also had other reasons for liking him.

They were nearing the butcher shop: a well-insulated clay house with beams running across the side, only to make way for a large window, inside it a red curtain hung and a side of pork, a lambs leg and a chain of sausages floated idly around. There was no sign, but the chain of sausages would occissionally stop to spell out "butcher". There were more people in the shop than you would expect. She was unaware whether or not Edward would be comfortable getting blood in front of all those people. She stopped in her tracks again, gave a small sigh and took his hand again. She lead him behind the butcher shop where she knocked on the door and let go of his hand again.

"Yes..busy with someone..as in, perhaps you had found someone of interest..romatic interest I mean." He said, glancing over to Shae whom followed rather quietly behind, in actual fact Shae tended to never shut up, and with her throat seemingly raw, her thoughts were just as constant, she didn't even quiten in that area. With a small sigh, Edward wondered on down the street. Eventually they reached the butcher, it was a rather out of the way place, sitting lone, and not quite joined to other shops, but it was a shop of it's own. The sudden scent of blood hit his nose, and his throat ached suddenly, the pain feverish and irritating all the same. With a small frown Edward paused before the shop, there were quite a few beings in the shop, as they brought a leg od lamb, pork and whatever else it was.

The shop it's self consited of two staff members, one whom was serving and the other who was more or less killing a chicken in front of the spectating beings, and even the children that leant against the window their snubby noses pressed up against the glasses in amazement. In truth, Edward didn't particularly wish to head inside and order a pint or more of blood. However Shae grabbed his hand, blinking Edward followed Shae around the back, to the back door, stepping over the pile of spilt gabbage, the various chicken heads visble. The scent of blood was however still tickerling his nose. Coming to a stop Shae knocked upon the door, and dropped his hand, looking up to the door, Edward heard faint shufferling and grunts coming towards the door.

Shae gave an involuntary laugh, her throat clearing slightly, but still burning. Why would you jump to that conclusion? she inquired, unable to stop herself from being highly amused by that. Edward knew Shae well enough to know she was not one for romance. She'd had a single relationship in her life, one single relationship where she had actually opened up to someone and fallen in love with them, and they left her, never to be see again. She had long since given up on trying to find love - of course, if she did ever find anyone she could love, she wouldn't resist it, but she knew that might never happen, especially if she refrained from actually looking for it. The nearest thing she had to a romantic relationship was her friendship with Edward, to be honest.

The door to the butcher shop opened and a man stepped out. He was so fat he could barely fit through the doorway, dressed in blue jeans and a white tank top that barely covered his large fatty chest. Over the top he wore a formerly white apron, though now it resembled a bloody sheet. It was covered with blood, only a few white stains left. He was bald, though his four chins were covered in a short, although thick, red beard. He looked throughly displeased and sour, though his expression lightened for a moment when he saw Shae, it instantly turned to anger. "Shae! Your neck! Did this beast do that to you?" he questioned angrily, takng a step out the door towards Edward. Shae was certain he knew Edward was a vampire - there were so many vampires who came to buy their blood here, she knew, the butcher must certainly know what he was.

Shae had always found the butcher to be a sharp man. Sharp, but endlessly kind to Shae. She thought he might have a crush on her, or at least find her so irresistably beautiful he'd do anything for her. So she placed a hand on his chest and stopped him in his steps toward Edward. She gave him a charming smile, one she knew always buttered him up. She said nothing, simply tried to calm him by placing a hand on his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile. That gesture seemed to calm the butcher, so he gave a deep breath and gave them both a smile, though his eyes were alight with fury at Edward.

"The usual?" he questioned. Shae shook her head and inclined it towards Edward, for him to speak for what he wanted.

Why would you jump to that conclusion? Shae questioned, after giving a harsh althought slightly painful laugh. "Well, any relationship really, not specifically romatic, it's just that..for as long as I have known you, you have barely looked at a man twice, It's as if you fear the very prospect of a relationship..everyone needs someone Shae, wether you admit it or not." Edward stated with his 107 years worth of experience, he at first had thought that he did not need anyone, yet over the few years of his exsistance, it was clear that he in all honesty craved that significant other. At any rate Edward followed Shae around the back, and after having heard the various grunts and shuffles of feet, the door opened and a large frame of a burly man stood in view, blocking out all light from the other side, Edward almost reeled back he stuck, of who knew what, and it was considerably sharper to Edward's nose, that he doubted Shae actual smelt what he did.

Faintly wrinkling his nose for a moment it was clear to him however that the large man, knew Shae all to well that was clear in his expression, and then his thoughts which supressed a large amount of liking towards Shae, which almost made Edward physically sick, it was along the lines of a pervet even. Edward cleared his throat lightly, and then within the next moment the man begun half yelling. Shae! Your neck! Did this beast do that to you? the man questioned shooting daggers within his direction as he half advanced towards him, Edward in response took a step back, although he could of course take out the man, Edward didn't exactly wish for a blood bath in his current state. However Shae then stepped in front of him and to wards the man resting a hand to the mans chest and cheek which calmed him physcially at the least, yet his anger was still heated within his gaze.

Edward looked to Shae ludicriously, as if he could say anything to the man without getting, a mind ful of abuse. None the less, Edward cleared his throat softly, and took a step forward. Obviously news traveled fast, and the man had heard of Faith's dissapearence..and no doubt he blamed Edward. "Ah..um I require..some blood please..I'm not entierly sure how much..do you happen to have, pigs, deer or lamb blood? either one is fine, please sir." Edward stated, his voice low and poliet as he had always been.

You're wrong, Edward. No one *needs* a relationship, but that doesn't mean we don't crave it. You can read my mind, and you should be able to tell that I, of all people, do not need one, but I do not resist one. You know what I crave, she said, adding a small wink after that. Edward would know what it meant, she was sure.

At Edward's request to the large butcher - who was a muggleborn man called Brighton - Shae rolled her eyes. She couldn't help herself. She found it ridiculous. She was certain Edward could not have ever ordered from a butcher before. Tell him you want a quart of bear blood, heated to 37 *C precisely. He's already not pleased with you. He works with vampires daily. He knows how to take care of someone, even of your talents. You don't want to make him more angry than he already is. He doesn't appreciate weakness.. especially not from vampires, who he expects to be even more strong than the rest of us. Show him you know what you want and you're not a whimp! Shae commanded him in her head. She knew Edward preferred the bigger animals of the woods - cougar, in particular - and bears was the most ferocious and big thing the man had in his shop. The butcher had magical abilities, like everyone in Hogsmeade, and could therefore heat the blood up to exactly the human body temperature. Cold blood must be awful, Shae always thought. She only used warm blood in her potions and she was sure there was a good reason for that.

Brighton gave a large grunt, indicating Edward should be more precise, as he gave him a look of horrors that made even Shae scared. She knew he wouldn't do anything with Shae there, but she didn't want any trouble. She egged Edward on with a look of urgency.

You're wrong, Edward. No one *needs* a relationship, but that doesn't mean we don't crave it. You can read my mind, and you should be able to tell that I, of all people, do not need one, but I do not resist one. You know what I crave, Shae said silently as Edward waited for the Butcher's reply, Edward would have been blushing if he could, yes. He knew all to well what Shae craved she made a point of making it clear whenever Edward was within distance. None the less, Edward brushed of the remark and avoided the wink as Shae then continue in reply to his request to the butcher. Tell him you want a quart of bear blood, heated to 37 *C precisely. He's already not pleased with you. He works with vampires daily. He knows how to take care of someone, even of your talents. You don't want to make him more angry than he already is. He doesn't appreciate weakness.. especially not from vampires, who he expects to be even more strong than the rest of us. Show him you know what you want and you're not a whimp!.

Edward shot Shae a look then muttered silently, to her so that only she could hear. "But that's rude and impoliet!" He protested, before the bulk of a man grunted restlessly in his direction, followed by a look that would of caused him, had he been human to perhaps cower in respone. With a small silent sigh Edward striaghted a fraction, and glowered to the man, his eyes darker, burned with sudden need for blood, and the anger, and irritation he could muster, although it felt compeletly out of character for him he did as Shae said. "In fact, I want a quarter of bear blood heated to 37*C, human blood tempreture. Do not keep me waiting." Edward added with a low growl the rumbbled in his chest. Which he thought he would throw in to add to his preformance, no matter how much he personally hated it.

The butcher gave a grunt of approval - of course, he grunted at everything, but there was a look in his eye that seemed to signal he was less furious with Edward. He turned around and waddled into the store, shutting the door behind him, as he went to get the blood.

Good boy, Shae thought with a grin, turned around and gave him a small pat on the head. A moment later the butcher came back out again with a quart of blood in a plastic container, sliding it into a brown bag as he went. "That'll be one galleon," he said in a low grumbling voice. Shae handed him a galleon, which rendered the mans face confused with rage. He was no doubt of the belief that Edward would pay for his own blood. Making a lady like Shae pay would not go over well with him. However, Shae leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, then turned back to Edward.

She could still hear the man breathing, staring at them both from behind her back. We should get out of here before he explodes, Shae said with a slight laugh, her throat sounding a slight better.

Shae patted his head, and Edward turned his head and gave Shae a look of small irritation, but he shrugged it off. A moment later the butcher returned later, and clearly he was not in the best of moods still. Taking the bag, Shae suddenly handed over the galleon Edward was about to say something yet the look he got, wasn't one really to be trifled with, and quite frankly Edward didn't fancy getting into any fight. With Shae's sudden silent thought Edward was all to keen to agree, he watched as Shae gave the man a kiss on the cheek and Edward instantly turned around, and shuddered.

Moving from the back Edward stopped and ripped of the bag dumping into into the trash can, with shaken hands, as the sensation of some form of adrenaline rushed though his body, much like what happend just before a hunt, however waiting wasn't his strong point and he fundled with the bag, in eager ness, his throat burned dangerously and venom automatically begun to pool within his mouth, he hadn't realized until now just how thirsty he was. Within his need he lost his grip and the bag landed on the floor and bounced for a moment, inhaling a deep breath Edward worked on steadying himself closing his dark eyes for a moment he ran his pale, slender if not shaky hands through his hair in attempt to calm himself.

Shae saw him shudder at her kissing the butcher and gave a small laugh. Certainly he might be disgusting, but he's a good man. He's done many good things for me and deserves my friendship, she thought, following Edward.

Suddenly he started shaking and Shae raised an eyebrow, wondering what was wrong. She should have realized immediately that he was so hungry he was having a small fit. She walked up to him, grabbed his hand and took the blood from his hands. She pulled him to a nearby tree and pushed him to sit up against it before she straddled his lap and peeled off the lid of the container. She thought he'd be better off under controlled circumstances. Shae couldn't think of any better way to hold him still than to straddle him up against something he could lean against. Drink slowly, she ordered, tipping the container towards his mouth, a drop of blood spilling down on her fingers.

Before long Edward was suddenly pulled away from the main street as such and pushed to sit down near a tree, had he been in a more..stable state he wouldn't of even moved a fraction yet, his body could barely function, he supposed now he understood what many before him had exprienced under the lack of blood. Sitting against the tree, he looked up to Shae with pleading eyes wanting the blood that she held in her hands, but then a moment later Shae moved to him and straddled his lap, he was more or less practically pinned, although saying that, he could of pushed Shae off without a second thought, but his desire for blood was the most compelling. Therefore, he might as well of been in chains, and Shae holding the end of them.

Drink slowly Shae ordered silently, but he was barely listerning, as she tipped the container to wards his mouth Edward parted his pale lips and accepted the blood being offered, then again why wouldn't he? Rasing his hands he reached for the container in order to grip at it, the need for blood all to consuming he would miss the pulse of blood from the body into his mouth, for drinking out of a container was nothing in comparision, he begun to drink swiftly the need to put out the burning fire within his throat was just as painful. Yet Shae was not having none of it, she eased the container away from him and he arched his back and head up in the containers direction.

Shae took a hold of his wrists and attempted to move away his hands, only slowly tilting the blood towards his mouth. She didn't want him to drink too quickly, the way he was reacting to it. She wanted him to enjoy it, savour it, and get accustomed to it without taking it all in at once.

Seeing his expression, she couldn't help but get curious. What was it about blood that made him go so crazy? she'd never seen anything else make him shake like he was. She focused on not letting him have too much, while she moved one hand from the container to her lips. Her fingers were stained with blood, so she took one and licked it, just to try.

It tasted like metal.. and earthy. It wasn't bad, nor was it good. Shae didn't understand why anyone would go so crazy over it. Was it like a drug withdrawal if they didn't get it? Shae yearned to understand, but she knew there was no way for her to. She decided to give up on that thought.

She wondered if Edward would need more blood. She gazed into his eyes to see the colour, but she couldn't catch a proper glimpse of them. Her hand still painted with blood, she reached over to try and lift his face so she could see, a smear of blood being left along his cheek.

Shae's attempts were constant but pitiful(sp?) Edward was not one to give up so esaily and he would try hard as he might to get what he wanted, what he needed. All the while Edward was oblivious to the fact Shae was tasting blood, his own cold dark eyes were fixed upon the container and the crimson liquid that swirled around within it. Shae still was not quite given in, tipping some into his mouth now and then, and like before Edward raised his hands in attempt to take it from her, he was not in the slightest bit satisfied and Shae remained straddled upon his lap, given her teasing a slow growl vibrated within his chest, in warning. He did not quite like the idea of his 'food' being taken from him, vampires were often known for thier possesive behavior which was why many tended to hunt alone, of if they did hunt it would be more likely they were to hunt in groups of three or less. In fact it was rare for any vampire to be in a group of vampires more then three.

Edward felt a sudden hand upon his cheek, followed by the scent of blood, this distracted him for a moment, his black eyes flickered to meet Shae's before they landed back on the container, swiftly Edward took the container, regardless of what Shae had tried Edward begun to drink it swiftly once again, the burning need in his throat was only ebbing away, how long had it been since he had last hunted now? weeks..? months even? he didn't honestly know, what he knew was how much he hungered for blood, and for the searing pain within his throat to stop.

When Edward looked up at Shae, she was surprised to see that they still hadn't changed colour. Not at all. They were still black as coals. She didn't understand. Certainly he'd need plenty of blood, but a quart should be enough to make his eyes turn a little lighter. But there was nothing. No difference.

To her surprise, he took the container from her hands, a splash of blood flying out of the container as he did so, slobbering them both with spots of crimson. Shae gave an annoyed grunt and took hold of the container, attempting to take it from him. I'm not gonna let you drink any more 'till you calm down, she thought in reply to the low growl that started forming in his chest. She was certain this couldn't be healthy and quite frankly she disliked the way he seemed to be gulping it down, yet his eyes did not turn.

At Shae's actions his growl within his chest only increased, harsher and perhaps further menacing. I'm not gonna let you drink any more 'till you calm down, Shae stated her tone silent within his mind yet harsh and demanding. Shooting her a cold look, his eyes burned dangerously, Shae was pushing her luck. Not bothering to fight her for it knowing all to well he would win, yet he had enough common sense to know that he did not quite wish to be drinking Shae's blood, folding his arm, Edward brooded silently perhaps closely almost described as pouting. "Shae. Just give me the blood. Now." Edward said his tone cold, although his expression perhaps failed to add to the supposidly menacing tone. "I may well need some more, but I want the blood now." He repeated, making a swipe for it yet Shae quick as she was moved it away, and he remained still pinned beneath her and pressed back against the tree. "You don't understand." Edward added swiftly.

I understand perfectly well, thank you very much, Shae said, I understand that being a vampire who doesn't get blood for a while is like a person in a desert without water. Once they come out of the desert you're not supposed to feed them as much water as possible. You ease them into it. Same thing here..

We could make a game of it. Shae grinned at her suggestion, a mischievous smirk placing itself on her face. She couldn't help but find her suggestion both entertaining and worth gettign slightly excited about. She was sure there was nothing more fun than having a game with a hungry vampire. Then again, she'd already gotten hurt today, so maybe it wasn't such a good idea. She took that thought back. Getting hurt might even make it more fun. Shae had a sick sense of humor that way.

Well? she inquired again, an eyebrow raising on her face, as the grin remained set on her lips. She dipped a finger in the blood and held her hand above his face, letting a few drops drip down towards him.

Edward stared at the container of blood his growl continued withn his chest, his irritation clear in the sound he made, like a rumble from a lion. I understand perfectly well, thank you very much, I understand that being a vampire who doesn't get blood for a while is like a person in a desert without water. Once they come out of the desert you're not supposed to feed them as much water as possible. You ease them into it. Same thing here.. Shae replied but Edward was in no mood for waiting, to show his dislike verbally a growl left his lips, followed by a cold harsh demand. "Just give it here!" swiftly he made a reach for it but once again Shae apparently was one step ahead. We could make a game of it. Shae then added a growl still present. "Don't mess with me Shae, give me it. now!" he demanded, harshly, he watched the movement as Shae dipped her finger within the blood and he washed as it dripped slowly down her arm, before she raised her hand up above him to allow it to drip then. The small drops landed on his pale lips, and keenly Edward licked his lips to remove the blood that rested there.

Oh, come on, Edward, Shae urged with a wicked grin crossing her face, she wiggled on top of him for emphasis, I know you love to play, once you get into it. Don't be such a spoil sport!

Shae gave an impish laugh and inched her blood stained hand closer to his mouth, a few more drops falling. She wanted to see if she could create an improvised game of him trying to catch the falling drops. She moved her hand a little to the right of his mouth, eager to see him squirm to get to the drops that were falling, eager to see if he could catch them before they landed on his face and shoulders and if he could even reach it. It was all very entertaining to Shae. It was her own little charming way of friendly torture. Surely Edward might not find it amusing, but he was always so serious Shae never saw any point in trying to amuse him.