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"Usually people don't value their friends enough, then." Oh god, is this going to turn into a kidnapping? She hopes not, she does not have the tools to resist a kidnapping but that very much seems the thread of events.

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"Who needs friends when you have magic? When I'm done with you you could use your gift to gain all the friends you could ever want." She stands and moves towards her. "I'm going to give you one more chance. Pack a bag, write a note and we'll leave in twenty minutes. I'll even get you that Italian I promised."

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She doesn't quite know how this magic thing works but she is freaking out and she is not going to be kidnapped and taken away from her only real friends without a fight, not for magic, not for anything. She lets go of her anxiety, her panic, her sadness, her fury. She lets go of the restraint she's usually maintained on the negativity she has so much trouble expressing. She imagines her emotions as radiant heat, flowing out from her in waves before pooling around Mayra at intolerable temperatures. As she goes unresponsive from a panic attack she thinks, distantly, that even if it doesn't work, at least she'll have to feel it too.

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Mayra does feel it. For one white hot second it consumes nearly all her higher functions, she can feel it pulling her into a state of unrelenting panic -- before her hybrid brain takes back control and compartmentalises it. It's still there but she can think around it and function.

"...huh."

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She looks down at the girl fondly.

"You're something extraordinary, Gwen. I can't wait to pick you apart and put you back together stronger than ever. We're going to have such fun."

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Unfortunately for Gwen, (or perhaps fortunately, as fangirling Mayra is likely posessed of ominous expressions) she is not posessed of a hybrid brain and has long since worked herself into unconsciousness with her own ability.

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"Adorable."

Mayra leaves her to it and walks into the bedroom. She quickly finds a duffel-bag and goes about throwing probable necessities into it. It doesn't take her long, and after five minutes she puts it over her shoulder, grabs the keys, scoops Gwen up in her arms, and walks out the door. She trots along down the street, going at a bit faster than a normal human, and finds her car just where she left it. It has a parking ticket, which is annoying. She tucks Gwen into the backseat, makes sure the child-locks are on, and settles into a long drive down the coast.

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After a few hours of unconsciousness-turned-sleep which are plagued by dream leakage that Mayra no doubt finds fascinating in an incredibly disturbing way, Gwen awakens. She doesn't recognize the passing scenery at all, and is for a moment deeply aware of how there are so many people she likely wouldn't be able to find to reconnect with even if she were to escape at some point in the future. Which seems somewhat unlikely to start given that Mayra seems to have taken the logical steps of child locks and etc, even disregarding for a moment her… advantages.

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"Are you hungry? I bought you some muffins." She gestures to a paper bag full of muffins and water and candy bars. "I know humans like sweet things."

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She quietly eats the muffins and drinks some water. She attempts to feel less, fails, and resigns herself to being an open book for the time being. She doesn't speak but neither does she like, spit in Mayra's face and scream, which she considers a remarkable amount of restraint. She guesses lifelong repression has its advantages sometimes.

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"You're going to have to tell me the sort of things you eat and like. It's been a couple decades still I had a human to play with."

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"I'm not… picky. I like most everything. Interesting, non-American food is better, though, I guess. Decades ago, huh? So is vampirism an immortality inducer in real life as well as fiction? Or is it just an extender?"

She was thinking about being quiet and sulky but forcing the words out might get her information, which could be helpful on any number of levels.

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"Vampires are very immortal. Unless you remove their head and set fire to their bodies. I am a hybrid. Born to a human mother and a vampire father. We grow very quickly and eventually reach maturity in about seven years. Then we stop aging. We're weaker than vampires, but have a higher capacity to grow and learn and change. It's a worthwhile trade off, in my opinion."

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"Vampires have difficulty learning and changing? In what sense? Are you capable of turning someone or is that a full vampire thing? Also, immortality seems a pretty sweet deal either way. To what extent does a vampire need blood? Are animals a possible food source?"

She has so many questions, which she is quite intentionally allowing to distract her from the dismal situation.

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"They're somewhat static. Unchanging from the moment they are turned. They can change, but it's difficult. Some people are better than others. I can't be changed into a vampire and am immune to their venom. I also don't produce venom. Only male hybrids can. A lot of vampires live on animal blood, including a member of the High Council."

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"Can female vampires turn humans, then? Or is it a male-only thing across the board? Is it known, if it's just dudes for hybrids and no one else, why that is? Are humans turned by male hybrids full vampires or something else?"

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"Female vampires produce their own venom. It's just female hybrids that can't. I'm sure there is a sciencey explanation, but I don't know it. I'm more into magic than anything else."

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"I can't blame you for that. Although, it basically all seems like magic to me at the moment.

…Also, before I just wrote it off as a luminous expression of the Gay Energy, but despite my complete lack of attraction, you continue to glow. Is that a vampire thing or a you thing?"

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She smiles back at her.

"Its a hybrid thing. Vampires on the other hand... they shine bright like diamonds in the sun. It's a sight to behold."

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Gwen lapses into a silence that is far less fraught than one would expect, given the circumstances. She seems at points to mouth phrases but makes no sound.

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Mayra leaves her be and continues driving.... up until she pulls up into a hotel parking lot.

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By this point Gwen is deep enough into a daydream that she doesn't notice when the car comes to a stop.

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Her door opens and a small head pops in next to her.

"Heya, guys. Took you long enough."

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Gwen looks at her and is momentarily annoyed by their shared tendency to act as if they're acquaintances on a trip rather than kidnappers and kidnappee. Her annoyance fades when she realizes that if they weren't acting this way, things would probably be a lot worse.

Also, great. Now there's two of them.

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The new arrival is... very very very pretty. Prettier even than Mayra. But inhumanly so, without actually being an alien. Her eyes are bright red and her skin very white, smooth and clear of blemishes.

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