Time had passed since her initial change. Since she had become something
unique and yet so different from the rest of the world. She could remember
leaving her brother alone, ready to explore the world on her own. Her mind
showed her images of the past, when both her and her brother were innocents
long ago. But every innocent had to grow up didn't they? Life was designed
to make you grow up. Changes happened and then nothing would ever be the
same. The changes she had undergone would never be repeated. Once before
time moved on Layla Tempest had been an ordinary witch and now she would
never be ordinary again. First a witch, then a made vampire and then
something completely different. No longer an innocent with limited witch
powers.
^Witch…^ The thought made a smile crease her elegant features. Not only was it how she had begun life, but it was how her prey would be finishing it. Her head tilted, eyes of the deepest oceans concentrating on one simple thing. Images fluttered through her head like butterflies and it took an immense amount of will power for her to not close her eyes, to not dream of the possibilities. But closing her eyes would be a mistake that she could not afford to make. Why would she? She was stronger than the witch. Her façade as a vampire put her above the young witch boy, but it wasn't that simple. The young man's bad luck and good looks saddened part of her. For what else would you call catching her attention, other than bad luck?
A sigh escaped her lips; her smile growing as she realized the boy lacked the hearing that she had. Her small sigh would mix with the other sounds of the forest, mingling in the boys mortal ears before becoming nothing but a harmless whisper amongst trees. How would she use this one? A bed partner was out of the question for a number of reasons; one was the fact that it would be degrading for her to take such a peasant as a lover. Even for just one night, the boy would ruin a reputation she had fought hard for. Many were envious of the position she held in the eyes of the Lord Windsor. Even her lover was oblivious to her true nature, of her true species. The only one amongst court who knew of her was Tivona, a young girl that Layla had sired not long ago. The girl was fast becoming a good friend and her intelligence made her extremely useful to Layla.
The thought of her newfound friend transformed her smile into a frown that deepened as she bent to kneel in the forest's floor of leaves. Halfway she stopped, casting a glance down at the embroidered dress she wore. Her lover had arranged to meet her at around noon and when she had left the safety of his home it had already been nearly half eleven. She wished she could spend longer with the boy, longer with the fantasies flying around aimlessly in her mind. But time was moving once again, leaving her with no choice. If she allowed herself not to feed before meeting her lover she would have to wait even longer to feed. Her eyes traced over the neck of the boy as his body bent, chopping more wood needed to fuel the great fires in the House's kitchens. The distance did not hinder her sight and she instinctively found the boy's pulse. The blood was flowing through it, filled not only with food but also with power. Her legs moved slowly beneath the skirts of her dress, carrying her towards the boy. She had enough time to play first; there had never been anyone to tell Layla that it was rude to play with your food.
^Witch…^ The thought made a smile crease her elegant features. Not only was it how she had begun life, but it was how her prey would be finishing it. Her head tilted, eyes of the deepest oceans concentrating on one simple thing. Images fluttered through her head like butterflies and it took an immense amount of will power for her to not close her eyes, to not dream of the possibilities. But closing her eyes would be a mistake that she could not afford to make. Why would she? She was stronger than the witch. Her façade as a vampire put her above the young witch boy, but it wasn't that simple. The young man's bad luck and good looks saddened part of her. For what else would you call catching her attention, other than bad luck?
A sigh escaped her lips; her smile growing as she realized the boy lacked the hearing that she had. Her small sigh would mix with the other sounds of the forest, mingling in the boys mortal ears before becoming nothing but a harmless whisper amongst trees. How would she use this one? A bed partner was out of the question for a number of reasons; one was the fact that it would be degrading for her to take such a peasant as a lover. Even for just one night, the boy would ruin a reputation she had fought hard for. Many were envious of the position she held in the eyes of the Lord Windsor. Even her lover was oblivious to her true nature, of her true species. The only one amongst court who knew of her was Tivona, a young girl that Layla had sired not long ago. The girl was fast becoming a good friend and her intelligence made her extremely useful to Layla.
The thought of her newfound friend transformed her smile into a frown that deepened as she bent to kneel in the forest's floor of leaves. Halfway she stopped, casting a glance down at the embroidered dress she wore. Her lover had arranged to meet her at around noon and when she had left the safety of his home it had already been nearly half eleven. She wished she could spend longer with the boy, longer with the fantasies flying around aimlessly in her mind. But time was moving once again, leaving her with no choice. If she allowed herself not to feed before meeting her lover she would have to wait even longer to feed. Her eyes traced over the neck of the boy as his body bent, chopping more wood needed to fuel the great fires in the House's kitchens. The distance did not hinder her sight and she instinctively found the boy's pulse. The blood was flowing through it, filled not only with food but also with power. Her legs moved slowly beneath the skirts of her dress, carrying her towards the boy. She had enough time to play first; there had never been anyone to tell Layla that it was rude to play with your food.