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[francesca victoria thomas]

The worst thing about being a new born vampire was not the constant blood lust that had her begging for more every other hour. It wasn't her humanity that she'd thought she could turn off to spare herself pain forever, only to have it come crashing back into her like a tidal wave. No. It wasn't that. The worst thing about being a new born vampire, by far, had to be the fact that Royson Vaughn had been the only person she'd had any contact with over the past few months. The problem wasn't only that he was an annoying, egotistical jerk, but, Roy only cared about Roy. Frankie knew that better than anyone. So why anyone thought it would be a good idea for him to take care of her, during what had to be one of the most scary life changes ever, fathomed her. So what if he'd been the one to change her? And so what if they had some freaky sort of bond because she'd had his blood? It didn't mean that she belonged to him, or that he had to be her guardian.

Lounging on one of the long, plush couches in the small common room she now shared with Roy, Frankie toyed with the bottle of vodka in her grip, with a small pout on her lips. This was her second bottle and she was only just starting to feel a buzz. Another reason being a vampire sucked. Getting drunk was much harder and much more expensive because of it. Luckily, her guardian had a nice little stockpile of alcohol that she allowed herself access to. Sure he'd probably flip, but when wasn't he moaning at her? It was obvious that Roy wasn't happy with their current situation but Frankie couldn't help but snort at that. It was his own fault for turning her. Something she still couldn't get her head around. Why he hadn't just let her die was something she wanted to ask him again and again, but she never did. She knew it was because he wanted to be the "hero" or whatever, because it couldn't possibly be because he has a heart.

A giggle escaped Frankie's lips at the thought of Roy having a heart. Ha. Sloshing the clear liquid about in the bottle as she moved to sit up, Frankie slowly began to realize that she was indeed getting drunk. A smile danced across her lips. That was just fine. Drunk is what she wanted to be right now, drunk and care free. Pressing the bottle to her lips, she gulped down the rest of the bottle, catching the last few drops on the tip of her tongue. "Oh..." she frowned at the now empty bottle and shook it in her hand, as if she'd momentarily forgotten where the liquid had gone. "I need some music." she murmered, sauntering over to turn on the radio.

Once that problem had been solved she moved over to the already raided liquor cabint and plucked out the first bottle she could find. She'd already run through her own supply of alcohol, she was sure Roy wouldn't mind her borrowing some of his. Or maybe her would but she didn't care at all as much as she should. Bottle in hand, Frankie began to dance and twirl around the room, pushing away any negative thoughts.

[royson issac vaughn]

Royson did not like being a babysitter. His talents and time were too precious to be spent looking after an unfortunate new vampire that he had been so stupid to create. There were times when he seriously regretted his decision, but in the end he wouldn't have taken it back. He still thought that he had done what was right in the situation and that was that. Though, he certainly wasn't opposed to the idea of passing her off on someone else for awhile if that were at all possible. Instead, he had to lock her away in his suite whenever he went out and hope that she didn't wreck anything. Honestly, it was kind of like raising a puppy. He had to feed her, worry about her making a mess and worry about her biting people. Yeah, Frankie was exactly like a pet, really. A pet that Roy didn't want at all. It was just too bad there wasn't a pound for vampires.

It had been long enough since she had been changed that Roy felt confident that he could leave her home for a bit without too much of a problem, so he had taken to going out like he used to. After all, it wasn't fair to the women of the world to keep Roy locked up in a room and unable to introduce himself to them all. Back to his usual routines, Roy had been out at Club Chronos for a few hours. He'd met plenty of new women, had plenty to drink and was in a considerably better mood than he had been before he had left. In fact, he was in such a good mood that he was even going to bring back the best bottle of vodka Nate would let him steal to share with Frankie. She needed to get drunk anyways, since she would probably be less of a grumpy bitch towards him. If he were lucky.

Roy was pretty liquored up by that point, so he left the club still dancing along to the music and with the bottle of vodka in hand. He probably looked like a total drunk, but he was still only slightly drunk, sort of. Making his way back to the castle, Roy was hesitant to return to his own room. He was having such a good time and he really didn't want Frankie to bum out his mood, but he also didn't want to leave her on her own for too long, since there was no telling what terrible things could happen. Resolving himself to the unfortunate reality that he would have to be there eventually anyways, Roy traipsed down the stairs to his suite in the dungeons. Opening up the door, he quickly stepped in and locked it up behind him before heading in to the living room area.

Holding up the bottle of vodka with a sly grin as he approached the dancing Frankie. Clearly she too had been hitting the bottle, which was a good thing for sure. "I come bearing gifts in the form of new alcohol," he announced, rather proudly. Obviously they were both in the mood to be drunk, which was probably a good thing for him. "How about we forget about how much we hate this place and have ourselves a good time tonight, eh?" he suggested with a hopeful smile. He didn't know how likely it was that she approved of such a plan, but he would much prefer that to having to deal with grumpy, hungry, puppy Frankie.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

Frankie was one hundred percent positive that she was drunk because, usually, she always knew when Roy was about to pop up. But she hadn't a clue that he'd returned from wherever he'd been until she spotted him out of the corner of her eye, just as she was swinging herself around the lamp pole. Stumbling to a halt, Frankie snapped up straight and clumsily hid the bottle of gin she had in her grip, behind her back. Squinting her eyes into a wary glare, a knee-jerk reaction that always happened when Roy made an appearance, Frankie cocked her head to the side a little as he spoke. Her eyes rounded with surprise at the sight of the alcohol and Roys offer to share it, but then quickly snapped back into a glare, this time curious, as she surveyed Roy. His offer seemed genuine but she had a habit of second guessing anything Roy said or did, especially where it conerned the two of them.

"Mm'kay." Frankie agreed finally. Maybe Roy really did just want to have a good time. There didn't have to be some kind of devious plan behind everything he did. And if there was.. well, Frankie was tired of giving a shit. That and she was drunk. Drunk Frankie tended to care less about everything but herself and having a good time. "Wanna swap?" she hiccuped, and held out the bottle of alcohol she'd obviously been hiding behind her back. She swung it back and forth in her grip, as if trying to tempt him "C'mon, you know you want to~" she sang, easing up for the first time in what had been months. Maybe getting drunk and having fun with Roy wouldn't be such a bad thing at all.

[royson issac vaughn]

Even though it was kind of sad that Frankie was regarding him with serious distrust, Roy couldn't help but laugh a bit at the situation. He knew that he wasn't the best of guys, but he didn't think he was so bad that he deserved such a critical look. Well, alright, perhaps he entirely deserved it for the way he acted a lot of the time, but that was obviously besides the point. After all he had done for Frankie, he deserved a much nicer look than the one that she was giving him. Well, no, maybe not. Roy still didn't appreciate it, even if he probably deserved at least dirty looks from her. For a moment, when she spotted the alcohol, she seemed a little less angry with him, though it didn't last all too long before she went back to a frown. That elicited a slightly pouting look from Royson as he looked over at her with sad eyes. Obviously he just wanted to be friends.

Her agreement to drink with him came eventually, which brought a pleased grin to his face. This was clearly a step in the right direction, even if she was drunk at the moment. "Fantastic, let us party," he announced, holding up his bottle in a celebratory fist pump. Nodding his head back and forth as he thought about it, he soon walked over to where Frankie was standing to exchange bottles. He did quite like his gin, after all. Nabbing the bottle from her hand, he quickly replaced it with the other that he was holding and downed a swig from it. "So, how's Little Fangs doing today?" he asked with a smirk. He probably shouldn't egg her on by calling her any number of stupid little nicknames that he used on her, but it was Roy and that was just what he did.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

A grin finally made its way onto Frankie's lips when Roy agreed to swap drinks. Vodka tasted far much better than gin and was the drink she got the strongest buzz from so she was definitely happy he'd agreed to the swap. Following Roys lead, Frankie unscrewed the cap from the bottle in her hands and downed a mouthful. She licked at her lips, washing away the taste of gin and replacing it with vodka. "Miserable." she frowned in response to his question and the new nickname he'd given her. "and bored, hungry, bored, hungry, bored, hungry. Bored, bored, bored." she drawled and lifted the bottle to her lips to take another swig.

Moving over to the liqour cabinet, Frankie grabbed two shot classes and a bottle of firewhiskey. She darted over to the breakfast counter and placed down the shot glasses and her two bottles. Sliding onto a stool, she went about pouring a shot of firewhiskey for herself and Roy. "This is the most fun I've had all day." she said and gently pushed Roy's shot glass across the counters surface for him to take. "Thanks to this." she lifted her shot glass as if in a salute and then knocked it back, shaking her head immediately after, when the drink burned its way through her mouth and down her throat. "So, professor Roy. What have you been doing today? Or should I say who?" She gave him an almost playful grin, clearly amused, and poured herself another shot. "You know, sleeping around is bad." she gave him a reprimanding stare and pointed an accusing finger at him with the hand she was holding her shot glass in before knocking it back. "I mean," she went on, pouring another shot. "There's STD's, STI's. And let's not forget, you could get someone pregnant and they could die." she snorted on a throaty laugh before knocking back a shot. Her nose scrunched up at the after taste of the last three shots she'd had and she quickly reached for her Vodka to wash away the burn.

[royson issac vaughn]

As soon as Roy finally saw a smile on Frankie's face, he felt a lot more excited about just letting loose and drinking with her. Sure, the smile wasn't directed towards him and just towards the alcohol, but it was better than her being constantly grumpy and angry with him. As she described how she had been doing that day, Roy gave her a pitied glance. He couldn't imagine being holed up on his own for hours at a time with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. That literally would be a living hell for him. "Poor thing. Well, you'll be pleased to hear that I think you can start seeing people again. Though, I'll have to be present, just in case you decide to eat them," he nodded. It had been awhile since she had been changed and though he didn't necessarily think she was safe to be let out, perhaps a visitor or two would help cheer her up and help her progress.

As she started to move around near the liquor cabinet again, Roy let her do as she pleased and took a seat at the counter to take another swig from his bottle of gin. He sat it down, however, when Frankie came over with shots, which he was more than happy to take. "Good, I'm glad we're having fun together. We should do this more often," he agreed, deciding that a drunk Frankie would be easier to deal with than a sober and angry one. "Blonde, twenty-one, don't remember her name. Pretty sure she was a Ravenclaw in school, though," he answered with a sly grin on his face. She knew him too well. "Vampires are less prone to diseases and such. Our genes are aggressive or something. Though, it could always happen, I suppose. As for my impregnating someone, who wouldn't want a bunch of little me's running around, eh?" Roy asked with a pleased look. Of course the world needed more of him around it.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

The moment Roy mentioned that she may be allowed to see people again, be around people again, a flutter of hope and excitement lit up inside of her. Any worry or nerves she might have normally felt when sober, were absent. Buried beneath the buzz she was feeling from the alcohol. "Can we go to the beach?" she blurted out, looking at Roy with a look akin to that of a hopeful child. The beach had always been, and always would be, her favorite place to spend time. She loved the feel of the sand beneath her feet. Loved the smell of the ocean and the feel of the sun warming her skin. Except, she wouldn't be able to go out during the day. At least, not to the beach. Not because she'd fry and burn in the sun, (that was a total myth), but because there'd be a lot of people about during the day. "Of course we wouldn't be able to go during the day." she mused, "Don't want to eat anyone." she snorted on another laugh. "Or maybe i do.. okay, scratch that I know I do. But that would be wrong." she wriggled her eyebrows menacingly and wagged her finger at Roy before swallowing another mouthful of her drink.

"Yeah, you're not so bad." She replied when he said that they should have fun more often. They should. Frankie needed more fun, her life had been anything but fun ever since the change and having a good time, with no worries, was something she desperately craved. And who better to have fun with than the king of fun himself? They'd had fun before, lots of it. Before he'd broken her heart and nearly got her kicked out of school. But that was a memory she really didn't want tainting her buzz, so she pushed it to the back of her mind. "Aha! I knew it." she hiccuped in between his response to who he'd been spending time with tonight.

"Huh.. well, you learn something new everyday." Frankie said, only half interested. Sure it was interesting that Vamps had a harder time getting STD's or whatever but she wasn't about to go having sex anytime soon so she didn't really care all that much. A giggle erupted from her lips at Roy's last statement, and quickly grew into a full on laugh. "Coul-could you imagine-" she hiccuped, "-you being a dad?" Frankie grinned Roy and cocked her head to the side. "You'd make some good looking babies though." she teased and then all of a sudden the smile slipped from her face and she immediately changed subjects. The last thing she wanted to talk about were babies.

"So, will you live forever?" Frankie asked and observed Roy with a curious glance. She'd never really asked him about his vampire heritage before. She'd never really asked him about anything to do with what she was becoming or what he already was. Frankie had been too lost in her constant thirst and whirring emotions.

[royson issac vaughn]

Frankie's request that they go to the beach struck him as a rather odd place to want to go, but he shrugged his approval all the same. The beach would be a decent place to start getting her back into normal society, he felt. Obviously not during a time when there were loads of people milling out, but perhaps a nice nighttime stroll along the shores would be good for the both of them. As long as he didn't have to put her on a leash, it could even turn out to be a rather enjoyable event. It was good that Frankie realized that she was still not ready to go out in the day, since that would be one less argument that he might have had to have. "That sounds like something that could be arranged. Late night beach parties are my forte," he commented with a smirk, quite amused by her last comment. Even if it was annoying to deal with her constant desire to eat someone, Roy had to admit that he got a kick out if it. Well, only when he wasn't being forced to restrain her from attacking someone, that is.

Not bad was a significantly better descriptor than anything else Frankie had given him in the last few month, so he was more than willing to accept it. Perhaps it wasn't the most endearing of terms, but it was the best he was going to get, most likely. "You're not so bad yourself. And neither was my blonde of the day,"he replied, looking over at Frankie in amusement. She probably didn't care at all to hear about his exploits for the night, so he simply left it at that. The last thing that he wanted at the moment was to dour Frankie's relatively decent mood. He liked having a sort of happy Frankie around, always had, really. Granted, he'd screwed up epically with her a few times, so he probably didn't deserve for her to not mind him around. But...she was a girl, and obviously all girls were required to love him. He was Royson Vaughn, after all.

Roy had to admit that the idea of him being a dad was just as hilarious as Frankie seemed to think. He had no intentions of settling down, well, ever, let alone to have a child and a family. That was utterly ridiculous. "Never going to happen. I'd leave town, find a new home. Somewhere with a new group of women and no illegitimate children," he nodded, quite serious when he said this. Roy didn't know what it was about the idea of settling down and having a family that drove him away from it, but he just didn't seem to ever want to do such a thing. It was so utterly unappealing to him that he spent quite a bit of time avoiding that very thing. So far, he liked to think that it was working for him, at any rate. He had his fun when he wanted to, but then he didn't have to worry about any baggage to come along with it. A perfect setup, if you asked him.

Her question was an interesting one, but one that he had to shake his head in dissent to. "Unfortunately, I will age and die just like most humans will. I'm only half vampire, from my father, so I'll just age slower and far more gracefully," he shrugged. He was kind of glad that he wouldn't be around for hundreds of thousands of years, since he honestly couldn't imagine being around for that long. His slightly extended life would probably be more than enough for him and he was okay with that. He was having a good run of it and when it ended, it ended.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

Frankie half smiled, still very amused, when Roy said that he'd leave town to avoid being a father. It really wasn't something she could ever see him doing. The family thing, with the nice house and the white picket fence. Some people just weren't meant to settle down, to be parents.. evidentally she wasn't. She'd had her chance and life had it torn it away before life itself had been ripped away from her too. She'd never have children now. Her smile slipped into a grim frown and she quickly washed it away with another shot.

"Oh.." Frankie replied, her voice betraying disappointment, when Roy replied that he wouldn't love forever. It was a suprising reaction, her obvious disappointment, or maybe not. Now that she thought about it, Frankie had been relying on him being around, although she would have never admitted it, not even to herself. But she realized then, that as much as she had disliked the idea of having to spend eternity with Royson Vaughn, it was much better than the thought of having to be alone for the rest of her existence. At least she'd have someone around that she knew. At least there would be someone from her past that she could turn to. But no, Roy was going to die, just like everyone else she knew.

Unwanted tears began to sting at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away as fast as she could, not wanting Roy to see them or think that they were for him. Although on some small level they were. Standing abruptly, Frankie knocked back the rest of her bottle of Vodka and slammed it down on the kitchen counters surface. "I need to get out of here" She proclaimed and rested her hands on the counter in front of her. "Can we? Please?" I feel like I'm suffocating. She wanted to say but didn't. Grabbing the half empty bottle of Whiskey, she walked over to the door and waited by it, looking at Roy expectantly. She didn't know if he'd allow it but she'd make a run for it, even if he didn't.

[royson issac vaughn]

Of any reaction that Frankie could have had to his news that he would, in fact, die a normal death like anyone else, her rather disappointed 'oh' was the last thing he would have predicted. Sure, he was cocky to the point where he assumed everyone under the sun was in love with him, but Frankie was a different case, especially as of late. Quite honestly, he didn't really expect that she thought too highly of him with all the hate she portrayed on most occasions and he didn't have a clue how to process the fact that perhaps he had been wrong. Obviously her hatred had just been a mask to the heartfelt things that she felt for him...or something. Roy wasn't going to make a big to-do about it though, since he wasn't stupid enough to say anything worse that might set her off. She was already getting drunk, which made her significantly less irritating, and he had no intentions of changing that current set-up.

As he noticed tears in Frankie's eyes, Royson was a bit tempted to just leave. He definitely didn't want to deal with an emotional Frankie, since that was infinitely worse than just Frankie in her normal mood. Royson Vaughn certainly did not tolerate girl's that were crying, but there wasn't much he could do to pass Frankie off to anyone else. She was basically his problem and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about that. Pursing his lips irritably, Roy ignored her crying for the time being and took another, particularly long, sip from the bottle in his hand. Perhaps if he got drunk enough than his vision would blur to the point where he simply couldn't tell that she was crying. That sounded like as good a plan as any, considering he didn't have a damn clue what else could be done about the issue.

Flicking his eyes over irritably when she slammed the bottle down onto the table, Roy could tell that this was going to be a terrible situation. He'd thought that drunk Frankie was going to be tolerable, but drunk, emotional Frankie had come out and now it was simply a mess. A mess that he didn't care to deal with. "Out? I don't know," he replied, looking her over with considerable uncertainty. He didn't really think she was ready to be around people, but it was getting to be rather late, so it was probable that he could hurry her out of the castle and take her somewhere quiet for awhile. Plus, he was able to subdue her easily with a quick spell or two if he needed to. "Where would you like to go?" he asked. It wasn't a promise that he would take her anywhere, but he was hopeful that the possibility would subdue her long enough not to cause any serious damage to her things.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

"Anywhere." Frankie replied, "Anywhere is better than being stuck in this goddamn fucking room." she huffed, her anger and frustration breaking through the upset of having to spend an eternity alone. Another fallout of being a new born vampire was that her emotions were everywhere. To begin with, Frankie thought that maybe she was becoming Bipolar, because one minute she'd be happy, the next angry and then the next she'd be crying and screaming into her pillow. Of course, she'd been worse when she'd first been changed and she had to admit, reluctantly, that she felt sorry for Roy having to put up with her during those first couple of months. Her emotions had been much more 'crazy' back then, but it was still mentally exhausting. One of the school's nurses had explained that it was normal, she'd been through a lot and it was to be expected. The nurse had then suggested Frankie have councelling. Frankie had declined, deciding that she'd maybe have it when she could be around people again.

Taking a deep breath, though she didn't need to since technically she didn't breathe anymore, (she still did though, out of habit) Frankie let it out slowly and allowed herself to relax a little. The anger and upset she was feeling eased up a little and she felt less like she wanted to run or rip something apart. "How about the courtyard?" she suggested, taking another long swig from her bottle. "Oh h-hey." she hiccupped, her face lighting up with curiosity at the stray thought that had slipped into her mind. "Do we have any kind of powers?" she asked, moving from the door and to the couch. "You know, like mind powers? Like they have in the movies?" Yes, Frankie was well and truly drunk. "I think we must do. That's how you brainwashed me into liking you when we first met." she squinted her eyes at him in a half-hearted glare, snorted and then took another mouthful from her bottle.

The vodka, she realized with a pout, was almost gone. How had she gone through it so fast? For a moment she considered slowing down, not having a drink for the rest of the night but then she thought, fuck it, and decided to finish off the Whiskey she'd been taking shots of not so long ago. Wandering over to the table, she finished off the rest of the vodka and swapped the now empty bottle for the half full bottle of whiskey. "You're an arse, but you have very g-good alcohol." she said and flashed him a drunken smile as if she'd just given him the best compliment in the world and that he should count himself lucky for getting it. "To the courtyard!" she cheered, feeling anxious, happy and excited all at once. It would be the first time she got to go out for real, afterall.

[royson issac vaughn]

Anywhere was a particularly vague statement, so Roy simply raised an eyebrow in response. Of course, he could sort of understand where she was coming from with all of this. He hated being stuck in one place for too long as it was, so he couldn't imagine being literally trapped in one place for as long as Frankie had been. However, he also knew that letting her out of the room was dangerous for anyone that might come across them. She was obviously still pretty unstable, which Roy was quite convinced had a lot to do with the fact that she was a lunatic even before she had been changed, so letting her could wasn't exactly the best idea. "It's not that bad in here. You get to see me all the time," he retorted with a smirk. Usually, most of the things that he said anymore were to taunt and tease the girl, since it was really his one form of entertainment when forcibly having to look after her. At the very least, it was entertaining enough that he wasn't constantly bored, just usually bored.

Watching as Frankie breathed out deeply, probably in an attempt to calm herself down, Roy simply leaned back up against the wall with his arms folded in front of him and waited. She could go through her little mood swings all she wanted, as long as he could just sit back and let her do her thing. Thinking about it for a moment, Roy nodded at her request, deciding that the courtyard was a possibility. However, her next comments brought a snort of laughter to his face. "Oh, yeah. All kinds of powers, actually. I can fly," he retorted, a sarcastic drawl to his voice. Clearly, Frankie was far past gone at that point and he could say whatever he wanted. "Also, that's quite wrong. You were just taken up with my charm and I honestly can't blame you," he commented, giving her a rather amused grin. There was obviously no other explanation for it, since that was about how it worked with everyone else that he ran into.

Roy wasn't so sure it was a good idea to let Frankie keep drinking, but she was a lot more pleasant under the influence of alcohol and he would much rather deal with her like that. So, he let her grab the next bottle as he walked over to grab some things from one of the drawers in his hutch. "We can go the the courtyard, but I'm putting you on this," he commented, holding up what was basically a leash. Before she could object, he was at her side and clipping it around her middle. "There yah go. Come on, then," he said with a grin, heading over to the door. It took him a moment to take down the necessary wards and unlock the door for them to leave, but the door swung open a few seconds later and it was time for them to start heading down to the courtyard. "If we see a person, you can look at them, sniff them if you want, but don't touch, bite, eat or otherwise harm them, alright?" Obviously some ground rules were necessary.

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[francesca victoria thomas]

- you get to see me all the time. Frankie couldn't stop the eye roll even if she wanted to. It was sort of an automatic thing that happened mostly only around Roy, like a knee jerk reaction. Glaring, rolling her eyes and looks of disdain had all become what she referred to as 'Looks personally for Roy'. Okay, so maybe she'd just made that up, but she was sort of pretty damned proud of herself for being able to do so in her drunken stupor. She grinned to herself and took a mouthful from her drink, if she could clap herself on the back, she would.

"You can fly?" she gaped for a moment and then, slowly, as if she didn't quite believe him, she squinted her eyes warily. "You're going to have to p-prove that." she slurred and raised her brows, giving him the best pointed look she could. "Pfft." she snorted and then hiccupped, wafting her hand at him, dismissing her comment. "Charm. Ye- yeah right." she scoffed, refusing to look at him. Because even though she was drunk, she knew very well that his 'charm' was exactly why she'd liked him back then. And he was hot and all of her friends had been insanely jealous that he'd showed interest in her. Now she very much wished he hadn't.

That happened a life time ago, Frankie mused idly as Roy moved about the room. At least, it felt like it happened a life time ago. A lot has changed since then. She'd almost been expelled, gotten knocked up, her family had fallen apart and Erinn had, had some sort of mental break down, then she'd lost her babies and been turned into a vampire. Frankie frowned, suddenly distracted by the thought of Erinn. She hadn't spoken to her in a while and she wondered vaguely how she was doing. She really hoped the younger girl was doing okay. Frankie didn't really admit it to people, mostly because they'd probably think she was mean, but Erinn was her favourite sibling. She was a little shit sometimes, well, a lot of the time, but that was probably why Frankie favoured her more. Because she felt the need to look after Erinn more than she did Erika.

Twirling the bottle of Whiskey in hands, Frankie was too distracted by the thought of Erinn and so she turned to late to be able to make a run for it when Roy produced a leash. "A leash!" she gaped, her jaw practically hitting the floor. Words failed her as Roy began to lead her over towards the door. She trailed behind him silently, her emotions warring inside of her. There was anger of course, which was born from humiliation and there was a hysterical need to giggle because being leashed was completely absured and, well, she was drunk. It wasn't until the door was unlocked and Roy started laying some ground rules before Frankie managed to speak.

"I'm not a bloody dog you know!" she grumbled, anger eventuall winning out. She flushed and glanced around, over her shoulder, making sure no one was about to see this. She'd die if anyone saw her being pulled along by Roy with a leash. It was beyond embarrassing. With a glare she quickly fell into step at his side so that he wasn't tugging her along like a little puppy. This couldn't be allowed, could it? Frankie didn't know, she was too drunk to really think about it and the only reason she wasn't kicking up a major fuss was because she got to finally go outside. "I hate you so much right now." she pressed her lips into a hard line but didn't say anything else on the matter, she didn't want him to drag her back to the dorm. He probably would, just to show her who's boss.

Luckily it was late so everyone would be either out or tucked up in bed. The walk to the courtyard was a short one and when they finally stepped outside Frankie felt her emotions take another crazy swing, a lump rose in the back of her throat and tears prickled the corners of her eyes. She'd been locked up for so long that she had been starting to think that she'd never go outside again. Taking a mouthful of Whiskey to wash away the lump in her throat, Frankie discarded the bottle on the floor and began to walk over to a stone bench. The leash nipped at her waist as she lead the way and she turned to glare at Roy. "Does it have to be so tight?" she frowned, sulking like a small child, before she reached the bench and sat down.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, breathing in the cold night air, before releasing it and opening her eyes again. A heavy weight felt as though it had been lifted from her shoulders as all of the anxiety, anger, hurt and crazy she'd been feeling tonight, over the last few months, began to drift away with the breeze. "...Thankyou." she spoke finally, after a few minutes of silence. "For letting me come outside." It was a reluctant thanks, but it was there. He didn't have to bring her down here after all. "For looking after me too.. I guess." she stared across the courtyard, refusing to look at him. She didn't want to see any annoying smirks on his face, not when she was trying to her best to be sincere and nice. Frankie had been hostile with Roy for so long now that it was weird to be anything else with him these days. It made her feel uncomfortable, kind of on edge. But she figured he deserved a thanks for having to put with her all these months, even if he hadn't been the best caretaker.