Great, just great, the young Fairy thought when he woke up from his short sleep. He had been inprisoned in a jar since the other day and now he noticed that the person that was holding him in a jar was long gone. Where was he now? He couldn't really tell and he thought that it was hopeless to bother and get out again. His shortsword was useless and even if he did know any magic the jar was sealed against magic. He just folded his arms and leaned against the jar. Might as well and wait for someone to come by. He hoped he didn't have to wait that long at all.

The jar was leaning against a stone wall that was only have standing. Some small pebbles lay around it and another large stone kept the jar in a slight corner making it stand on it's side into the corner. The jar was small, could be seem has a veil almost. Only two inches thick and three inches tall. A bit bigger then Midori himself, he wouldn't be getting out himself anytime soon.

After about two hours of just sitting there waiting, sleeping for about forty five minutes in the middle of the time frame, though he didn't know how long it has been. He couldn't really tell time, he doesn't even know what the numbers look like. But he felt small vibrates on the ground, something was walking in the area. He turned to look around and saw nobody yet. He banged his small fist on the glass hoping it was a person nice enough to let him out. He had alraedy weighed the chances of being some animal that might attack and would rather take that chance then being stuck in here for any longer. He doubted that his banging would be that audible but was still going to try.

Arms reached up behind her head, her fingers entwining on the back of her neck. For a moment she stood there, waiting until she heard a satisfying pop from her bones to proceed forward. Slowly her arms lowered, hanging at her sides, just barely bent at the elbows to allow her thumbs to hook inside the pockets of her maroon coat. There was something amiss tonight, something seemingly out of place and without much hesitance her eyes scanned the area, wishing to find it. Perhaps it wasn’t much of her business, but Cordelia had a tendency of sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, despite the fact that it got her into trouble more often than not.

Her steps were light against the ground, and to anyone of an average size the sound most likely would have been near inaudible. Humans didn’t always hear it, but that she attributed to the fact that humans were, well, simply put, incredibly stupid. Besides, vampirism was good for more than ripping out another being’s throat, such as hearing things that others wouldn’t have. It was a tiny sound, something weak but still there and not something that could very well be ignored.

Cordelia’s head cocked off to the side somewhat and she ventured closer, spotting a jar amid various pebbles. Her left hand lifted and she rested her index finger against her chin, her right hand sliding up to take its place on her hip. There was something inside the jar, and that wouldn’t have been too puzzling had that thing not been alive. Usually living things weren’t small enough to fit into that kind of space.

Bending over somewhat, a smirk finally broke across her lips and a low laughter rose from the depths of her throat, realization having finally hit her. “Aww… now look at what we have here…” she said, reaching out and taking the jar by the rim around the top. She held it out in front of her, giving the creature inside a toothy grin. “Silly little thing, now what did you do to get yourself inside there? I’m quite sure you’re stuck. It’s a shame really that no one’s come along to free you… or rather, a shame that no one’s stepped on you. Might have been nice of someone to free you from your existence before I came along, don’t you think?” Cordelia giggled and sighed softly. “Decisions, decisions. Should I let you out or no?”

Clearly from the tone of her voice she had already made up her mind, but the little bug inside the jar didn’t have to know that.

Midori was glad to see a person and stopped his tapping on the jar, it was pounding to him but not really anything to anyone else. He stood there looking slightly hopeful as the girl noticed him. She came a bit closer, no she was bending down to get a better look at him. He preshed his hands against the glass of the veil and seemed to lost his hopeful look when the girl started to laugh at him. He looked up at her curiously as she finally spoke. She was obviously teasing him from her first statment. He didn't look the look on her face and didn't think her teeth looked very normal. He shuttered and stepped back in the veil and leaned against the back of it.

He didn't like her next words ether, he wanted to answer but she kept talking for a short while. It sounded like she might help him at first, though she was obviously still teasing him. The rest of her statement sounded like a threat almost. What was she going to do with him? She said that it would have been better if someone had killed him, well if she was going to do something worse then that torture might be it. He would assume something if he didn't want to think about it. He didn't give a fearful face but continued to lean against the other side of the veil. That was useless, his whole container was in her care now.

Her next words comforted him a bit but didn't sound like she would follow through on his favorite part of it. He gave her a slightly unfriendly look. "Do I get a say in this at all?" he said loud enough that it would be heard outside. His tone sounded a little panicy and he just wanted to get out.

The unfriendly look caused Cordelia’s nose to wrinkle in distaste. Who did he think he was, to give her that sort of look, to question her? He was obviously afraid; she could see it, smell it, feel it right down in her core. It wasn’t entirely satisfying, considering his panic levels must have already been sky high from being trapped, but he did have good reason to be frightened of her. She wasn’t always a woman to be taken lightly.

“Considering your position I don’t think you do,” she said curtly. “You’re trapped in a container, you’re obviously afraid, and you have no right to stand there and question me. If I wanted I could just drop you and keep on walking, leaving you here to be killed, eaten maybe by something. Granted with how tiny you are I don’t think you’d be very filling, but who am I to keep some poor, starving dog from dinner?” Cordelia’s voiced trailed off and she eyed the mouth of the jar, holding it now just between her index and middle fingers. She swung it gently, not fast enough to make him sick but hopefully enough to make that fear and panic even worse. “I don’t think that’s very grateful, not with how kind I’ve been….”

The menacing look to her dark blue eyes seemed to intensify as she went over the possibilities. Small as he was, she might be able to find a use for him. Cordelia wasn’t one for slaves or lackeys, but sometimes opportunities came along that just screamed to be taken. There had to be something she could force him into doing – it was just a matter of finding it and breaking him, neither of which seemed very hard in thought. “Now to answer your question honestly… yes, you do have a say, but bear in mind how few options you have. If I leave then what are you going to do? If I free you, then what do I gain? I’m not going to let you out, not without getting something in return. It’s only fair that I get something for saving your frivolous little life.”

Cordelia snorted softly. “Ten seconds to give me a reason or two to let you out, little insect,” she said. “One… two…”

She was obviously right, he was in a very bad position, he couldn't possible make a threat or anything. He was small and thinking about it, didn't think any dogs would be coming along here anytime soon. He would most likely die of starvation before that happened. After she stopped talking for a moment she motioned the jar around, he trumbled and fell on his butt against the glass. What ungratefull ness had he shown at her at all, he hadn't tried anything really and only asked one question. But she hadn't been very kind to him at all, well from the sound of it talking to him in threats seems kinder then what she is threatening him with by far. He didn't want to be here anymore.

Midori refused to look into her face any longer, her eyes didn't help the stomach turning panic he felt. He almost felt like he might cry now from thinking about it all. He held it in and looked up when she said that he did have a say in it. He didn't like the options and his only way was to offer her something, what did he have if anything? He was pretty much broke and the only thing he had to his name was his clothes and this roughly made dagger.

When he was told he had ten seconds the first thing that came out of his mouth to say was "I'm not an insect and I have a name, Midori, I guess." he said sounding a bit annoyed, not liking to be called a bug of any kind. But he only realised he was wasting his time, more seconds went by. "Wait wait," he said holding his right arm out in a paniced tone. "I don't have anything to offer, but if there is anything you want from me you can have it, I guess." he said looked down at himself and checking his pockets, he turned back to her quickly after the ten seconds her up. "Or at least don't leave me behind, if you aren't going to let me go I don't want to be left here. At least take me with you, I guess." he asked sounding like there wasn't any hope anymore.

Once he began to speak Cordelia ceased counting aloud. Wasting time by arguing about whether or not he was an insect didn’t seem very wise, not when he only had eight seconds left. Time continued to go on and she could tell from his tone that his panic had increased, which made her levels malevolence rise as well. Such a tiny, helpless thing; his life was quite literally in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was crush the glass and either a piece would impale him, he would suffocate in her grasp, or her strength would break him beyond repair. Granted the latter of the three might have been a bit harder, since as he had said he wasn’t an insect, but it was still at least somewhat likely.

Ten seconds were up and he hadn’t given her any sort of offer that was worth anything. “Anything I want… and what could I possibly even want from you?” Cordelia paused to emphasize her inquiry. “Maybe you’re not an insect, but you act like one. You cower back into the glass away from me and panic without showing even an ounce of courage. A waste of space, really, a waste of life. You even guess at your own name!” Her eyes narrowed into a look of contempt and she snorted before pushing her nail into the cover of the container.

“I shouldn’t do this. I have no reason to bring you along with me, no reason to free you. Bear that in mind. But I’ll at least open this for you… I don’t want to hear you complaining and watch you keep tumbling about in there. Hell, maybe I’ll be able to give you a backbone.” Slowly she removed the cover, only to place part of her hand over the opening. There wasn’t enough room to get out, that she had made sure of, but at least there would be fresh air now and if he needed food then she could get it for him. There was also probably room for him to stick his head out, or at least a hand or an arm, if it got too cramped in that small space. “I’m still trying to figure out a purpose for you. Obviously you’re weak, especially if you allowed yourself to be trapped like that. What the hell happened for you to get in there, anyway? Someone meaner than I come along?” Cordelia smirked before shaking her head. It wasn’t impossible – there were plenty of people in the world worse than her.

“And if you’re not an insect, as you felt the need to waste time arguing with me about, then what are you? Because you’ve certainly got ugly little eyes like one.” Cordelia wrinkled her nose. She was teasing of course, in her own sick, mean sort of way, and it would have been obvious to those who knew her well. “And are you sure you want to come along with me? Are you certain that would be the best choice to make…?”

Midori knew she was right about that, he had nothing she would want at all. He could only shyly shrug and look down at the ground below him. He disliked her next words very much and only made him burst out in disagreement. "I'm only panicing because I know full well of my situation!" he almost yelled out, pointing at her through the glass of the small jar. He was quite annoyed with her insults now and didn't want to hear anymore of it. He couldn't do anything right now, he would have to wait for something to come up or if she would let him go.

He hugged his knees looking at the ground through the glass. He just wanted to go back to the woods and never see this girl again, or this place, or this jar, mostly the jar. But he lightened up a bit when she said she would open it. She took the cover off but covered it with her hand. He had hope now, but he didn't feel like taking that. He would be honest about it though, he wasn't sure why he didn't do it right away. His hand moved to his short sword for a moment before just sliding over it to his pocket. He acted like he was looking for something in it if anything.

He quickly spoke up about it in a uninterested tone. "If you cover the mouth of the jar with your hand like that I can easily cut into your and make you drop the jar while it is still missing it's top, I guess." Looking up at her he turned away fed up with this. Why did he tell her, he could have gotten out of this right here and now.

After that moment he knew she was going to keep him if she was trying to find a perpose for him, he would have to tell her how he got trapped in here or just ignore the question. "I was caught off guard, in fact I was surprised I wasn't asleep the time it happened, maybe I was, but I was just captured, I guess." he said not looking at her, she seemed to ether be acting slightly nicer to him or he was just not hearing her insults anymore.

It was obvious what he was, she didn't know what he was? Not many other creatures are out there like his kind, just Fairies and Pixies. He turned back to her face and was about to answer and comment about his eyes being green when she asked him if he was sure going with her. "Ok one, I am a Fairy, pretty Human looking besides the size and wings if you didn't notice yet. Two, I was just born this way and it isn't my fault if I have green eyes. The third thing, I would rather go with you then be left behind in this glass, though I would rather be here outside of the jar then with you." he said firmly making his point across about it all, all of it was true though he still didn't get why he didn't stab her and leave when he had the chance.

He knew his situation… well at least he was somewhat intelligent. Cordelia was surprised he wasn’t more defiant, though; she would have been kicking and screaming had she been in his position. Then again, she never would have been in his position – she was far too big to fit inside a bottle and too strong, physically and mentally, to be held as someone’s captive for too long.

He was silent for a while, giving her a chance to talk and a chance to regain a sense of balance. The lack of sound was a relief, but the words he chose to say weren’t the wisest. Doing that would have been incredibly bold of him and she might have respected it, however stupid it might have been, but telling her what he could have done and then not? There was no point to it… it seemed he didn’t value his voice much if he gave such worthless words his time.

“You could,” she said, “but you have very pretty little wings. Wouldn’t it be a shame to lose them all because you thought it would be funny to stab me?” A malicious grin washed over her face, finding this more humorous than infuriating. “Besides, a little needle won’t make me flinch, dear. If you’re going to threaten me, at least make it something I should worry about.” Cordelia had been blinded, stabbed, burned to near death; she was sure she could take an insect’s short sword without so much as moving a muscle.

Midori began to list numbers, causing her eyebrows to rise. It was amusing, the way he felt the need to argue, but at the same time she just had to sigh. “The first thing you’ve said all evening that you didn’t add ‘I guess’ to. You must be very certain of it, then,” she stated. “And I’ll tell you this, little one – I don’t care if you’re a fairy, a ladybug, or whatever the hell else you want to call yourself. It doesn’t really matter in the end, not when you’re in the presence of a vampire.” It wasn’t like her own race mattered right now either, but it might help instill even more fear into him, and right now that was precisely what she wanted. If she couldn’t have his blood, then she would have his emotions and she would manipulate him as best she could.

“It’s too bad you’re stuck with me then, isn’t it? You can’t always get what you want. You really should try to stay awake more often if you get trapped in jars when you fall asleep. Would have saved both of us some trouble.” Cordelia shrugged nonchalantly. “You really should work on that self-esteem, too, I guess. How old are you again?”

It was then that Cordelia really looked at him. He looked young, though that could have been because he was so small. The same had been true for Pattin, so she wasn’t about to make any judgments based solely on appearances.

Her first words made him feel a bit more worried then before. He motioned his hand back to touch one of his wings to see if they were still there, he hadn't used them in a few days now and they were feeling numb for some reason. Blood didn't even flow through them so why were they numb? He was slightly enjoying have fresh air again for the first time in many hours he didn't bother to count. He didn't want to lose his wings though and hoped she wouldn't do that. He heard from others that they would grow back but during that time he wouldn't be able to fly at all. He liked flying, he has been since he was extermly young. He looked up at her with a questioning look, there were two things he wanted to ask now. "You wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked first hoping she say she wouldn't but knew what her answer was going to be. From her attitude he was surprised she didn't just crush him yet. "Also did you..." he said when she cut him off and started talking again. She was unaware what a blade could do small or not. But his dagger wasn't what he wanted for this, he would have perferred a shortsword if he was going to. Even Fairy sized it could cut a finger off if well placed.

He was about to explain his reason for saying 'I guess' a lot but she continued to talk until she said the word vampire. This freaked him out more then before, she was a vampire? He felt very uncomfortable in the hands, quite literaly, of a vampire. She hadn't done anything that bad besides insult him yet, make him fear her even more by the minute, and stir him around a little bit. He tried to collect himself before saying anything. "Well, it could be worse. I could be stuck with a troll, now couldn't I? And I guess you are right, but a person has to sleep now and again, no?" he said feeling like he should brush himself off od dust for some reason. He continued on like he didn't stop to reply to her next statement. "I am twelve, I think, ok this time I am not sure. I've been alone most of my life so I don't really count the years, oh sorry I am rambling a little aren't I? And the I guess thing, just a bad habit that just grew on me really." he said finishing up and crossing his legs in the small jar and waited for whatever to happen now. He didn't like the idea of being kept prisoner by a vampire.

A soft, sickeningly warm laugh lifted from her throat. It was a silly thing to ask if she would do that. Cordelia had made her share of empty threats in the past, but he didn’t have to know that. When she really wanted to do something, it was done. She had attempted multiple times to bring other certain people down; this little fairy had a lot to learn about her if he thought she would show mercy on him.

“Oh, but I would,” she said. “Don’t try my patience, little one. As long as you’re a good little fairy you won’t have to worry about losing your wings. Or your eyes or any other limb.” Granted, she wouldn’t do anything to his eyes; she had too much sympathy for the blind. It was something she would have taken offense to had it been mentioned and it wasn’t truly something she thought she should joke about, but it had slipped and Midori knew nothing about her. She could say whatever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, and he wouldn’t know the wiser.

At the mention of a troll, Cordelia snorted. A troll wouldn’t have even noticed him – they were dumb creatures, much like every other being on this plane was. “Don’t insult me,” she spat, her nose wrinkling somewhat. “I’m a lot smarter than a troll and you’re in much more danger with me than with one of those stupid things. Ew.” She couldn’t believe he had even just compared her to one of those things. He continued to talk but Cordelia dismissed it, not hearing him speak until he said he was twelve years old.

Her eyes fixed on him then and she bit her lower lip, taking in a deep breath. Twelve…? She wasn’t quite sure how fairies aged, but she knew that by other races standards twelve was considered to be a child. Out of curiosity and a little bit of sudden guilt, Cordelia slowly removed her hand from the top of the bottle and turned it upside down, holding her palm open to catch him when gravity would work its magic.

“You were rambling,” she said, her voice suddenly sharper than it had been a moment ago. “And stop the ‘I guess’ habit. It’s annoying and makes you sound like an idiot.” Cordelia paused for a moment, studying him. “Twelve… hm.” Cordelia contemplated, not quite sure what her next course of action would be. If he was a child then she couldn’t very well hurt him, but all she had really planned on doing tonight was messing with him. There wouldn’t be a point to killing something so small, not when she couldn’t even get a proper meal out of it.

“And did I what?” she finally asked, remembering what he had begun before but had been cut off by her own words. Usually she wouldn’t have cared, but if he had something he had to say then she wasn’t about to just leave it hanging.

Midori didn't like the idea of his limbs being ripped off. That was quite painful to think about, though he could live without his legs, for a while anyways. But the thing he would find it hard to live with out his wings or eyes. He didn't want to be blind and even though his wings would grow back he wouldn't be able to fly anywhere but just walk. If she was the one to rip his wings off it would be a punishment and he wouldn't have a chance to fly away.

He ignored her small rant about the trolls, it would be worse if he was stuck with one though, it didn't have to notice him but if he was stuck with it it would be horrible, the smell of the thing and just the thought of looking at one was quite hidious. He shivered at the thought, but of course she was going to be a lot more painful to be around. It was only then he noticed she seemed to snort quite a bit at his comments. He dismissed the thought and ignored her complaining about being compared to a troll. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his hands, legs now crossed.

Only a moment later the change of direction in gravity shifted and he fell out of the bottle. Directly onto hard pale flesh, mostly face first. He didn't see it coming but he knew what happened. She had let him out of the bottle. He refused to move for a moment before pulling himself up and standing. He was guessing she wasn't going to let him leave if she was going to make him stop with his old habits. He wasn't going to try and run away, he knew what happened last time. "I can try, I gu..." he said stuttering out his last word of the sentence. When she asked him about what he was going to say he couldn't remember. "I can't remember." he said with a small shrug wondering if she was going to do anything else with him at all. He still wanted to leave and was going to try his first chance he got.

Once he was out of the bottle Cordelia tossed it aside, hearing it fall and crack on the ground somewhere behind them. She paid it no mind, nor did she regret the decision to be rid of the container. If he misbehaved then she would punish him in a way that didn’t include putting him a jar. Torturous as that must have been for him, she could do much worse things to bend and break him to her will.

Midori stood then on her palm. He weighed little, so it was no problem to keep him there. Her dark blue eyes fixed on him once he began to speak, but the words went in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like he had even said anything of importance; come to think of it, he hadn’t said one thing of importance throughout the duration of their meeting. Cordelia lifted her palm and brought it a tad closer to herself, examining him and bringing her free hand up to touch his wings.

Gently she slid her index finger over the insect-like surface, humming in contemplation. After a moment that hum became a laugh, soft at first before rising in volume. “Oh, this should be fun,” she said, taking his right wing between her index finger and thumb and yanking lightly. It wasn’t enough force to tear the wing right off of him, but hopefully enough to do some damage. She wondered if he could even feel it.

“I wonder… what’s a fairy to do when they don’t have their wings?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. She didn’t really care, but it was simply to get him thinking. “Would be a shame if you got stepped on somewhere, wouldn’t it be? Haha. Not really.”

Midori was about to take off into the air when she said nothing but her hand moved. He was being examined for sure now. He didn't move when a finger touched one of his wings. He twitched with fear when her finger ran over his wing, her hum that was hanging in the air didn't help. Then a laugh was heard from her as pain erupted from his back, did she pull it off? No, only yanked on it a bit. He was even more fearful now, why did every single person he meet want to tear them off. His wing was torn at the top and a bit of blood was coming out of it.

She spoke very harsh words to him, or they just sounded harsh. He didn't want to answer, he already knew what could happen but was fearful of it happening again. At least then he had someone that tried to make life easy for him, tried anyways. This vampire was threatening him, but all evening she had been full of empty threats so far, would she really go through with this?

Midori didn't feel like finding out if she would or not. He wanted to lie down from the pain but couldn't move. If he did he would tear his own wing off, he leaned a bit from the pain though. "No! Don't please." he gasped out trying to not panic, he sounded like he was about to cry. If she did take his wings from him he would be ether, A: Stuck with her until they grew back, B: Left behind to be killed, or C: Killed by her herself for fun. "Please." he whispered with only panic and distress hidden beneath his voice, he closed his eyes tightly expecting a lot more pain to come.

At his words Cordelia threw her head back, a loud, nasal cackle lifting up from the depths of her throat. His words of agony were absolutely thrilling and she couldn’t help but to laugh, for she was enjoying this too much not to. She could hear the pain, the pain that she had caused and he sounded as if he was going to cry. Cordelia couldn’t have felt more powerful in that moment, knowing that he was so hurt and that it was all her doing. “You can go ahead and cry if you want, I don’t give a damn,” she said harshly, looking back to him. “But tears won’t do you any good, not with Miss Cordelia Brooks, nope. They’ll only help you lose your dignity along with your wings.”

Again she began to laugh, albeit not as vehemently this time. She could smell and see the blood, but it wasn’t too much from what she could tell, and whatever amount there might have been she didn’t want it. She was having too much fun to be hungry, and even if she had wanted his blood, he was far too small for her to even have a way of getting to it or for it to sate her. Cordelia tugged on his wing again slowly, wondering if it would hurt him as much as it hurt her to go so slow. Finally she completely tore the wing off, and knowing he wouldn’t be able to get away now, she lifted it to her face to examine it.

Finding little interesting about it, she held it out for Midori to take. “Hold that for me, will you? I have to tear up the other one now. I’ll leave you with one at least… even if it will be just as useful to you as the one I just ripped off of you.” With that Cordelia moved to the other wing, holding it with her index and thumb fingers and using the nail of her ring finger to puncture holes into it. The material his wing was made out of wasn’t very thick so it didn’t take too much effort, but like before she was dragging this out much more than was necessary.

Cordelia started humming quietly, just to act nonchalant and hopefully antagonize him more.

This women was crazy, he just wanted get away now. Why didn't he fly away when he had the chance? He should have, well he wasn't leaving now. Cordelia Brooks was her name, at least he would know that much about this vampire that showed nothing but hatred for him. At least Katsumi ripped his wings off by accident and apologized for it by almost cutting her own arm off. This Cordelia was doing this for her own pleasure, she was going to probably keep him around for a torturing tool at his guess. He let tears roll out from his eyes as she went to continue. Her laughing also creeped him out a lot.

He withheld his scream as best he could as she continued to tear his wing off. He failed as he screamed in pain and agony and fell when his wing was torn off. The whole time he was hoping she was only joking and would stop half way through or so. She wasn't, his wing was gone. He couldn't move as he lied down on his side in the feddle position. He hugged his knees and ignored her when she asked her to hold his wing. He expect more pain to come. He closed his eyes and waited.

Only small ticks were felt compared to the pain of his other wing. She didn't rip it off, only poked holes in it. A lot of holes. He still couldn't move and didn't want to stay with her. What was she planning on doing with him? She was a vampire, was she going to drink his blood? Wouldn't be much to take. He finally moved with one of his hands to wipe away the tears on his face. Crying too much would sting his eyes later, he didn't want to feel anymore pain then he had too. "I should kill you." he whispered in a dead tone barely audible even for a vampire, even if she did hear him she would have only laughed at him.

Cordelia admired her handiwork, grinning like a mad woman and still humming cheerily. He had cried, screamed, bled, done everything that she had wanted him to do. She finally stopped humming, laughing, and just watched him. Had she broken him finally? If she had then perhaps he would be a useful little servant; he did seem to have some sort of spirit in him, it just needed to be molded and brought to the surface.

His words, however quiet they were, did not go ignored. Her lips pulled back into a snarl and she brought her hand to her face so she could stare him right in the eye. “You’re no one to be making death threats,” she said. “You should, but you can’t. And that’s because you’re weak… but Auntie Cordie will fix that and you’d best not forget who you’re now meant to be loyal to from now on.” With that she lowered him away from her face and gently stroked his back where she had torn off his wing. Cordelia clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and began working her heal spell. It was a minor heal spell – meant to fix scratches, cuts, and the like – so it probably wouldn’t help him too much, but it might fix the holes in his wing and heal up where his other wing had been torn out.

Perhaps it was hypocritical, but Cordelia did feel a little bad. He couldn’t even defend himself, and while his screams of pain had been most satisfying, there still hadn’t been any sport to it. “That should help somewhat. Don’t think I did it because I’m nice. I did it because you look horribly ugly with just one mutilated wing, more so than you did before, and my poor eyes can’t take it for much longer.” Cordelia tapped him lightly on the head with her index finger, knowing that using her whole hand would smother him.

“So let’s see… you know, it might be fun to dress you up for Halloween,” she muttered, lifting a hand to tap against her chin.

Midori hesitated to look at her when brought up close to her face. But his curiousity made him look. Her words weren't very comforting ether. He had half expected her breath to smell like alcohol, more it smelt more of blood. He should have expected that instead, she wasn't Human. The smell of alcohol on Human's breaths was quite common to him and he hated the smell. But this blood smell was not exotic to him, not comforting but different. He listened and sat up as the pain slowly subsided, still hurt like Hell but he would have to endure until it went away.

The last thing she said made him a little nervous, it was only obvious who she was talking about being loyal too. He would have to be loyal now? This was great, just great. Now he had an owner, an owner that he wanted to kill. Well, he only assumed thats what she had meant by loyal. He didn't have much time to think about it as a finger stroked against his back. He twitched from fear expecting more pain to come from her. But what he felt was the opposite, he had felt one before and only knew it as a healing spell.

How well was it? The holes in his wing were gone and the base of the other wing was already back. It would take much less time to grow back now, a week? Maybe so, the base of it was the hardest to grow back. He felt some delight but didn't show it. He ignored her insult and was only happy his wing would grow back sooner then it would. Then he would be able to get away most likely. He was tapped on the head lightly and felt a bit confused at it. She might've been denying being nice, but maybe not.

The next thing she said after a small pause gave him a small jump. She was going to dress him up, for Halloween? That was an awkward thought, at least it would be something slightly entertaining even if at his expense. "Do I look like some kind of doll or something?" he asked not trying to guess what she was going to say. He said it in a neutral tone, sounding like he didn't care if she dressed him up or didn't. Honestly compared to what she had done to him so far it was a lot better.

Cordelia clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth to chastise him. “Tut tut now,” she said, “I think, instead of questioning me, you should be thanking me and begging for forgiveness for being so testy.” She wriggled an index finger at him and shook her head, just to drive the point home. For someone who had just been tormented like that, he had a lot of guts to try and push her even further. Perhaps he wasn’t as weak as she had thought, then, if he was willing to fight her back now – or maybe she had made a nice little effect on him. Humming, she tapped her chin again before nodding her head.

“You do look like a doll, dear,” she said. “You’re tiny enough. But even if you didn’t, you’d have to do it anyway because I said so. And besides… you owe me for healing you.” Cordelia threw her head back and laughed at the irony. Was it even irony she was laughing at, though? Oh, bah, she didn’t care – all she knew was that this was pretty damn funny and she was enjoying it.

The issue, however, wasn’t about how funny this situation was. What was she supposed to dress him up as? There weren’t many things as small as a fairy, and even fewer things of that size that were even frightening. Cocking her head to the side, Cordelia scrutinized him, trying to come up with an idea. Suddenly and without warning, it hit her, and her eyes widened and she gasped at just how smart she was. “You can be a bat!” she said, laughing as soon as she finished that exclamation.

Midori only rolled his eyes at what she said and ignored her teasing with her finger. She would probably be doing a lot of that to him from what he had seen so far. But question her is what he was going to be good at. He crossed his arms and sat with his legs crossed looking away from her, not in the opposite direction but to her side. "Not your place to be thanked, I guess." he mumbled uncaringly. He almost saw a pattern in her, unless he was mistaken. The more he faught back the less tormenting she was putting him through, but more of threats. The more he begged for mercy the more she would torture him. Or he was just assuming stuff again. Might as well take a chance and test this thought.

He could have guessed she would say that, wasn't the first time he had heard it. Not that he enjoyed being dressed up at all but it was something he didn't care about. It wasn't all that bad, more of just an annoyance. Though so far he had avoided being used as a doll despite all of the times he had been caught, a total of three times. The last part he would have punched her in the gut if he could. "It was sorta your fault that I had to be healed in the first place, I guess." he said putting the note in his head that she will come up with something else to make herself look good in this situation. But now he had to wonder, was it worth it asking to go with her instead of being left in the jar?

Next thing Cordelia said threw him off as unexpected. He almost forgot she said for halloween, he had never really done anything at this kind of year before. Just go on with his life, it must mean something to her being a vampire and all. He turned his head to look at her with curiousity written all over his face. He sighed first before speaking to her about it. Should he even try and question it? "Whatever, as long as it doesn't break my bones to put on, I guess. Not the worst thing to do that comes to mind being with you." he said once again not caring if he would be dressed up or not. Maybe it would be fun, maybe not. He would have to try it out, of course to be difficult he would have to struggle to get into the costume.

Cordelia drew her face back in astonishment. Was he serious? Her teeth grinded together and she let out a breath, closing her eyes to try and retain her composure. “What a change in your attitude from earlier,” she hissed in a smooth, dark voice. “You were crying before, you know, begging me not to tear your wings off. If I hurt you with that what makes you so sure I won’t hurt you by cutting apart your limbs, hmm?” He just didn’t get it. That was fine, she supposed. He would just end up having to learn the hard way.

“I could have just torn your wings off and left you here. Would you like me to tear them off again? Is what you want, Midori? If you don’t like them being healed it can easily be arranged.” She peered at him with a smirk on her face. Cordelia knew that she had a point, that she was right – she was always right. Midori was just deluded, that was the problem. Well, that would be fixed in time, and sooner rather than later would be best.

A loud laugh rose from the depths of her throat and resonated throughout the area at what he said next. It had been rather amusing, to be entirely truthful. Cordelia began walking away from their place in the ruins, lifting her hand to her shoulder to let Midori stay there. She didn’t want to hold him anymore, not when she could be using her hands for other things. “I’m not that bad, Midori – oh, never mind. I am.” She offered him a wicked grin and laughed softly again. “Now where shall we go to find material for your costume, hmm? You may just have to wear a black dress and paint your wings black… if they grow back by then. If not then we may have to call you a deformed bat.” She nodded then, thinking to herself and approving.

Midori expected the rant from her, he half expected to be crushed in her hand. It never came and she was right, he had changed. He was out of the viel and didn't have a reason to beg to get out of it. It was his major goal so far, his next was surviving with Cordelia for a while until his wings grew back. Maybe they should learn how to get along better? He only sighed right now when she was telling him this that he should still be begging for her forgiveness. "No thanks, I am good, I guess." he stated to having to be unhealed, if that was possible.

Her laugh was creepy, not the scary kind of creepy but just very weird. She then moved her hand to her shoulder, very obvious reason, she wanted him to get off. He quickly stood and walked over to her shoulder and stood on it. Near the edge not waiting to be very close to her, though he was standing on her. "Why not just black cloth? It isn't that hard to figure out, I guess." he said pondering with his finger to his chin, he mouthed his finger to his mouth and bit down lightly on the top of it in thought. He looked at the distant ground below while he did this.

"Well, if that is a good idea can you sew, or maybe you could hire someone to make it?" he asked thinking about it, why was he helping her? Oh yeah, he didn't want to wear a dress and have his wings painted over. "It would work better if the custome worked as the bat wings were coming from my arms and I just flew with my wings, they are hard to see while I am flying anyways, I guess" he said seeing as how that would work out well. He tried to ignore any laughing she would do because she seemed to laugh a lot at random. "And I am sure my wings will grow back by then." he said sitting down on her shoulder now.

Cordelia smirked in satisfaction at his words. “If you’re good, then don’t complain,” she advised in a snippy tone of voice. “But then again, that seems to be the only thing you’re good at. You’d probably annoy your enemies to death.” She rolled her eyes. Annoying enemies to death was the only thing she used to be able to do either, but he didn’t have to know that.

Once he was off of her hand Cordelia lowered her arm so that she could walk more comfortably. He didn’t weigh much so thankfully there wasn’t too much pressure on her shoulder, which was exactly what she had expected. At his words she bit her lip, turning her head just slightly so she could look at him. “Not that hard… are you insulting me?” she snapped, and stopped walking. “Do you want me to leave you here? Or throw you on the ground and stomp on you?!”

That didn’t seem to be his intention, but she still hadn’t liked the words. Growling, Cordelia started again in a slow, methodical pace, and listened to what he said. “I can’t sew. And I’m sure as hell not hiring anyone for something like this.” Cordelia glared at him, but let him continue anyway. “Fine, whatever. Maybe I’ll just put a napkin around you or something… I’ll find something. Unless you have any better suggestions, like you seem to want to give me continuously.”

Midori turned away, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes trying to ignore her. It didn't work out very well. "Well I don't have many enemies, in fact not really any at all. So I don't do that much fighting." He said peaking an eye at her and thought about what if he gained some enemies by being around her? Did Cordelia count as an enemy in the terms she was using? No, she saved him, tortured him a bit, but she wasn't out to get him. She wasn't aiming to kill him, threatening him was something she was good at. No, just someone to dislike and maybe even hate if anything. The only thing he would be grateful for is that she took him out of the veil and is taking him with her, maybe.

When the vampire started to rant at him at how he was complaining or something again he only rolled his eyes under his closed eye lids. He uncrossed his arms and turned to her, but was still sitting down. "I'm not insulting you, it's just sometimes easy to miss the obvious, everyone does it, I guess." he said innocently. She went on to complain about what she couldn't do and what she wasn't going to do. She couldn't look upon the positive, could she?

"Nope, I'm out of ideas for the night, I guess. I'll let you think about it as you don't seem to want my suggestions, I guess." he said uncaringly, it didn't matter to him. He only wanted his wing back and to be out of here, that was a week away. Hopefully he would be left alive by then.