There was a tense moment where Aisling simply stared at Gabrielle. In shock, frustration and a good deal of anger. Muscles were tight and tense and teeth gritted to bite back a retort that would likely do more damage and escalate the situation.

Oh, how she wanted to tear into the stupid human for daring to try and block her from her ghoul. No….she wasn’t really her ghoul. Aisling hadn’t fed her enough to force the blood bond, and it was clear that Gabrielle’s loyalties were still with Estella, despite the Daeva’s final death.

So Aisling stared at Gabrielle, hard, and struggled to build up her walls to close off the raging torrent of emotion she felt churning inside her.

If this is how she wanted to do it, then fine!

”You look ridiculous!” Aisling snapped at the blonde mortal that Gabrielle had in her sway. ”And if you value your bits, I would suggest you watch your tone with me.”

Finally, turning to the Ghoul, Aisling sighed heavily, shoulders sagging as if the fight suddenly went out of her.

”Fine, Gabrielle. Have it your way. Enjoy your….admirer’s while you can. It will not last forever.” She said wearily. The implication was strong – that the Vitae she had been using would eventually burn itself out and she wouldn’t have these nifty tricks to fall back on. ”If this is your choice, then so be it.”

With that said, the Gangrel turned to make her way out of the club and back to Bernardo.

This was not going how she had hoped.