Those poor children! Now she understood better what the urgency was, and found herself wanting to rise to the challenge that Gregorio had presented. Blood-born diseases in children, wasn't that her primary calling?
"You know" Dr Nuttal paused. "It sounds like more of my time would be better spent over in Europe assisting you there. I am not saying that I would move there, but rather than to add upheaval to the current medical issues that these children are going through, wouldn't it simply be easier to create some central location if you haven't already, someplace that I could fly in and out of with research in hand?"
She was missing something. Something basic in his words, in what Dr D'Ambrosio had just told her. She was missing something, she knew it. Ani went silent, her hand stretching out to pick up the cookie he had bought her. Mmm, chocolate chip. Cookie. Food. Food.
FOOD. Gregorio had said nothing about curing these children, only helping them through their childhood sickness until they became stronger. Adults. And what did adult vampires eat?
"That popping in my ears, you did something didn't you? To keep people from overhearing us?" Her eyes were shrewd, her mind suddenly sharp and clear. "Then as no one else can hear us now, I need to be as honest as I can with you. Gregorio, I lived through the Vampire plague in Los Angeles a few years back. I made it out alive, but barely. With help. I was hunted and nearly killed more than once, by vampires."
Anika's eyes were steady, her face showing none of the fear that a survivor of a vampire attack might express in the close proximity of such a predator. In fact, if anything, she maintained a calm acceptance and trust of who he was. Of what he was, as well as how close he was to her.
"On the surface, what you are asking me is something that you know I would love to do, it's what I live for. It just so happens that both my passport and my shots are up to date. And my life's work is to help children." She lifted a hand, pausing that train of thought. "In this case, however; I am concerned that these children will then become adults who will hunt down and kill my family, my friends or neighbors, or me. And I feel I have a right to be concerned." However, she deliberately did not say no to his proposal. She wanted to say yes, and they both knew it. BUT.
Anika's eyes flicked down toward the papers on the table, the childlike drawing of a woman with dark hair and skin, in a white jacket (or doctors' lab coat, more likely).
"I do not want another Los Angeles, Gregorio, and I most certainly don't want the world to become a larger Los Angeles. And I cannot be party to a program that is using me, to then turn around and enslave or butcher the rest of my kind. So what exactly are you asking me to do?"
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Date: 2020-08-07 09:15 am (UTC)"You know" Dr Nuttal paused. "It sounds like more of my time would be better spent over in Europe assisting you there. I am not saying that I would move there, but rather than to add upheaval to the current medical issues that these children are going through, wouldn't it simply be easier to create some central location if you haven't already, someplace that I could fly in and out of with research in hand?"
She was missing something. Something basic in his words, in what Dr D'Ambrosio had just told her. She was missing something, she knew it. Ani went silent, her hand stretching out to pick up the cookie he had bought her. Mmm, chocolate chip. Cookie. Food. Food.
FOOD. Gregorio had said nothing about curing these children, only helping them through their childhood sickness until they became stronger. Adults. And what did adult vampires eat?
"That popping in my ears, you did something didn't you? To keep people from overhearing us?" Her eyes were shrewd, her mind suddenly sharp and clear. "Then as no one else can hear us now, I need to be as honest as I can with you. Gregorio, I lived through the Vampire plague in Los Angeles a few years back. I made it out alive, but barely. With help. I was hunted and nearly killed more than once, by vampires."
Anika's eyes were steady, her face showing none of the fear that a survivor of a vampire attack might express in the close proximity of such a predator. In fact, if anything, she maintained a calm acceptance and trust of who he was. Of what he was, as well as how close he was to her.
"On the surface, what you are asking me is something that you know I would love to do, it's what I live for. It just so happens that both my passport and my shots are up to date. And my life's work is to help children." She lifted a hand, pausing that train of thought. "In this case, however; I am concerned that these children will then become adults who will hunt down and kill my family, my friends or neighbors, or me. And I feel I have a right to be concerned." However, she deliberately did not say no to his proposal. She wanted to say yes, and they both knew it. BUT.
Anika's eyes flicked down toward the papers on the table, the childlike drawing of a woman with dark hair and skin, in a white jacket (or doctors' lab coat, more likely).
"I do not want another Los Angeles, Gregorio, and I most certainly don't want the world to become a larger Los Angeles. And I cannot be party to a program that is using me, to then turn around and enslave or butcher the rest of my kind. So what exactly are you asking me to do?"