(Disclaimer: I claim no right to owning any of the "Legacy of Kain" characters. They belong to Eidos. However, I will be claiming rights to all of the original characters included in this fan fiction.)
(This one's for Kate. Hope you like it. Party on Dude.)
She was watching Secret Window again. In her lap sat her feline companion, her only protection against burglars that could possibly break into her apartment. Not that she had done much the last time save for bite his ankle and give her a couple seconds to ring the police and catch the bastard. As for the other times she had lost some jewelry or some cheap trinket they would no doubt take to a pawnshop later.
Her fingers dug into the fur that was beneath Sephy's chin. Named after one of her favorite villains because of almost silver fur that grew in a large patch beginning like a stripe at her nose and stopping in almost wing like shapes on her little shoulder blades. The rest of her fur was an odd, random mixture of browns and blacks.
She was a writer. She used to have the gift of articulating words that could make the pages come alive and the world around you a faint memory. But that was gone now. She hadn't published a book in nearly three years and although she continued making money off of her previous series, she needed a new idea. Perhaps her muse was dead or she had over worked her brain. All she needed was a bit of inspiration that would keep the checks coming in and get her career back in action.
Absently, she picked another Dorito from the bag while she stared at the TV screen in the dark on her sofa, which had been well worn in. The middle cushion had even sunk down in the middle where her ass had been sitting for the past few weeks.
'Maybe I should shower,' she thought while tugging on a wavy lock of her oily hair. It came to her shoulders in a deep shade somewhere between auburn and chestnut.
As the movie progressed Mort entered his bathroom to kill the mirror and then the shower door, at the same time she could hear a loud crash in her own bathroom. The sound made her nearly jump out of her skin. It had sounded as though some one had fired a shotgun in her bathroom. Thinking this was another burglar she grabbed the phone and a metal baseball bat she had kept underneath the couch. She began dialing ahead to the police as she went to the other side of the room and began to open the door.
"911 emergency how may I help you?" asked a monotone voice on the other line.
"A burglar just broke into my apartment." She wasn't afraid. No, instead she dealt with this like it was a normal routine a common insect to be dealt with.
She gingerly opened the door to find the contents of her medicine cabinet along with the broken mirror on the floor.
"What is your address?" said the woman on the other line.
The shower curtain had been torn down half way and a body lay in the middle of it all. Judging by its coloring and that it didn't appear to be breathing and calmed down.
"Miss?"
"Never mind," she replied to the woman who had sounded as though she were beginning to worry, "he's dead."
She hung up the phone and sat it on the back of the toilet. The man caught in all the clutter was on his side. Partially wedged between the bathtub and the toilet a large mass of stark white hair covered his face. Taking hold of one wrist, she tugged him from his place so that he was closer to the middle of the floor and was leaning against the bathtub. She grabbed some of his hair and pulled his head back gasping at the sight of him.
He looked like something out of one of her dark fairytales, a being of ethereal beauty with sharp teeth hidden behind black lips. His features were sharp and he looked to be in pain or concentration judging by how his brows knit together. His hair looked to reach beyond his shoulder blades in long sheets of white silk.
She allowed for her eyes to fall lower to broad shoulders covered with a durable black leather armor held on by belts drawn across his chest. His torso seemed to be very long and the packing of muscles in his stomach looked to be well used. On his left arm a red sleeve reached to his bicep worn beneath the armor over his entire forearm and the back of his palm. On his right arm another sleeve, this one black reached up to the other bicep this worn beneath the armor on his other arm. His long legs were clad in leather pants that dipped dangerously low in the front but were higher around his hips. He wore heavy looking boots that reached up to his knees.
"Sephy, there's a vampire in my bathroom."
The cat purred while rubbing up against her legs. She looked at the body for a long while before she began to drag him out into the living room. After half an hour of pulling and dragging she was back on the couch with the vampires head in her lap and her cat sleeping upon his flat stomach. Twisting a piece of his pale hair between her fingers, she smiled.
"I'm Lilly," she said to the body. "I'll take good care of you my pet. I'll feed you my landlord, the neighbor's bratty kids and the neighbors who have sex too loud. Would you like that pet?" she was now stroking the smooth skin covering his pectoral muscle. His head fell to one side.
"I knew you would."