The cool air from the sanctuary of the church felt refreshing and she used it to pull her weary body through the heavy wooden door and into her home. Her body was bruised and battered, and she was both impressed and suprised she had managed to get all the way home without passing out. She padded as softly as she could through the lightening church, intent on bed. She felt like she could sleep for days. However she knew she ought to seek some brief medical attention first. Ivy would kill her if she found out she hadn't taken care of herself. Thoughts of the living vampire brought a soft smile unbidden to her face, causing her to wince as it pulled on the bruised left side of her face where a were had smacked her earlier in the night.
One of her partners in the runner firm and room mate always seemed to bring a smile on her face, thoughts of the graceful woman sleeping in the room across from her easing her tension and making her feel as secure as if Ivy were with her. If not more so, as this way she didn't have to worry about pushing Ivy's buttons, something she was rather good at. That's what she needed, Ivy. Ignoring what these thoughts could mean about their ever changing friendship she knocked softly on the beautiful womans bedroom door, not caring that going to see a sleepy vampire covered in blood wasn't the best idea. Besides, she would need help with bandages and Jenks couldn't do it. She waited patiently and then impatiently as there was no answer from the room ahead. Frowning she knocked again, harder, wincing as it pulled her aching muscles, causing more blood to drip down her back from the cuts from where she crashed through the resturant window. Owww. It wasnt like Ivy to not come and check on her, she always worried when Rachel went on a solo run, even if the red haired witch was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Ignoring the many cuts and bruises on her battered body she thought grimly. In fact, it was off that Ivy would have already gone to bed and not come in demanding to check Rachel over. She was like an over possessive, jealous girlfriend, even though Rachel had made it clear several times she was never going to sleep with the vampire. She figured Ivy was still waiting, hoping to change her mind. And although she had eventually changed her mind about trying to find a blood balance, well, when Ivy got off her scaredy-vamp ass and agreed to bite her again; but she would never sleep with Ivy, she wasnt wired that way, and it wouldnt be fair to either of them to just take the so called easy way out and share the dark haired womans bed.
Lost in her thoughts the aches and pains of her body brought her back to her senses. Ivy still hadn't opened the door. 'Ivy?' she called, hesitation in her voice. There was no response from her friends room and she called again, louder. 'Ivy, you home?' there was no reponse from anywhere in the church. She frowned at the lack of response. Ivy hadn't said she was going on a run, she should be home. Carefully, knowing that she was pushing the boundries of their friendship she opened the door to the vampires room. 'Ivy?' she called once more, although she was certain she was the only one in the church. The room was how she remembered it, totally at odds with her roommate, pinks and lace everywhere. Stepping softly into the room her aching shoulders immediatley relaxed as the strong smell of vampiric incense, oranges and Ivy washed over her. She inhaled, a faint blush appearing in her cheeks as she caught herself, but she couldn't help it. The room smelled of Ivy, and the smell alone comforted her, body and soul both.
The weary ache in her body became more pronconuccd as she let her muscles relax, and the sight of the dark haired vampires bed seemed to call to her, without realising she had taken a step towards it. 'No' she thought, stopping herself from entering the room. Why was she even in here she berated herself; she knew Ivy wasnt here. She needed to leave, to get cleaned up, possibly call jenks for an update and then go to sleep. In her own bed. Still she took another step towards the bed. It was so close, and smelt like home. She was so tired. Another step. Her knees brushed the heavy comforter. A shiver of anticipation of the danger that would await her if Ivy found her in the vampires room ran through her and she ran her fingers along the material, marvelling at its softness. It called to her, it needed to be slept on, it said. A long, almost fogotten memory flashed up, a conversation overheard, and images of curling up in bed with Ivy crashed through her mind. But this was real life, and Ivy wasnt in the bed, though she could almost see her, pale skin almost glowing against the black silk, her chest softly rising and falling in dreams. Rachel blinked and the image of Iwas gone, she was delirious she told herself. Without concious thought she found herself laying down gently on the bed, eyelids drooping. Her brain screamed at her to get up and to get out, but her body cried out for peace and the comfort. Unnoticable to anyone looking the silent battle waged in the red heads body as she fought sleep. All too soon however she felt conciousness slip away and sleep claimed her, her last thoughts of sharing the bed with a woman with a soft smile and the key to her heart.