A Taste Of Blood (PRS)

Lust gasped.
"Neveah? Yeaaaah... We know him." She said with a scared expression on her face.
Pride stroked his beard, pondering over the situation.
"He's powerful." He explained. "Not as powerful as any of us 'sins', but more powerful than most of the ordinary vampires. Barely my own Lake can keep up with him."
Lust shook her head.
"Neveah belongs to Envy." She muttered. "And Envy is bad news for anyone with connections to Wrath."

"He told me that...I soon would wish that I was dead..." said Abigail a bit concerned. She was shivvering alitle since she was scared afterall.

Lust grabbed Abigail's hands and gave her a faint smile.
"Don't worry." She said softly. "I like Tar, even though he sees me as the plague. I won't let anything happen to the one person that matters to him."
Pride nodded.
"Indeed. We like you, Abigail." He said. "And Wrath is our friend whether he likes it or not."

Abigail smiled some.
"thanks... I might have overeacted at the strip club before so I guess I wanted to apologize to Tar...do you know where he might be?" asked Abigail. She wasn't shivvering anymore but she still felt scared.

Lust and Pride exchanged glances.
"I'll get Kai and Lake." Pride said. "I'll ask them to look through the mall and the market."
Lust nodded.
"Tell them to ask my vampires at the mall to go look as well." She said and looked over at Abigail. "I'll take care of Abi."
"Abi?" Pride raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Short for Abigail." Lust smiled. "I think it fits."

Abigail started to think out something to say when she was going to talk to Taereen. She didn't wanna sound like she begged him to forgive her. She just wanted to say that she was sorry.

Lust suddenly grabbed Abigail's arm.
"Come on, Abi." She said. "We'll head home to Tar and see if he's there. If not, we'll wait there for someone to show up with news of his whereabouts."
She then started to run.

Abigail tried to keep up but Lust waa way to fast for her.
"wait not so fast" said Abigail a bit stressed.

Lust stopped and looked at Abigail.
"Want me to carry you?" She asked. "I may not look very strong, but I'm very capable of carrying heavy things."
She swiftly regretted her wording.
"I mean, not that I think you're fat or anything." She added.

" its fine..I can walk myself"said Abigail and sighed.
She smiled some.
"we don't have to run okay?"asked Abigail