In the cells.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle is still sitting here.

It is the strangest cell he's inhabited yet, but it's still a cell and he has no visitors.



But no tests.

Carlisle enjoys the reprieve.

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[ofthefamily]

"They're stronger than I."

[river_meimei]

River's face says, in another brief and almost-teenaged grimace, you should know better than that.

"That's in the rules."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle's patience starts to fray at both the look and the retort. All River gets in response is a low growling sound.

[river_meimei]

Carlisle is a vampire, a pure predator and inhumanly fast and strong. Cell or not, River ought to be looking at least a little intimidated at that growl; there ought to be a flinch, however stifled, or a renewed light of wariness.

All she looks, though, is frustrated.

"That's the point," she says again, every word stressed. There's too much effort in her enunciation, as if she's working to say every word.

"Got the rules. Time to change it. Under the sensors."

[ofthefamily]

"Vai via."

Go away, human child.

[river_meimei]

Sharp, almost angry: "She said it!"



Maybe not just almost. But Carlisle isn't precisely the target.

Mostly.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle thumps his fist dully against the wall of air separating them; he's disappointed when he leaves no visible damage behind.

"Are you quite finished?"

You've made your point, he doesn't say.

[river_meimei]

River stares at him for a long moment -- fierce, frustrated, focusing almost through Carlisle instead of on him.

"No," she says, flatly. (Bitterly.)

An exhalation, and she turns on her heel.

The door's still ajar, and it's not far to go.