The Countess had recently heard of what transpired with the changing of Supremes in the witch coven. Having been alive for almost a hundred years she had become quite familiar with witchcraft. She had known when every Supreme came into their status since finding out about the coven decades before. Not being a fool The Countess kept a close eye on the coven's activities knowing the witches had the potential to be a powerful enemy. Fortunately she knew how to pick her allies and became friends with Fiona Goode soon after she finished the Seven Wonders. Fiona was an extremely powerful associate and they both had gotten the other out of some very dangerous situations over the years. But as powerful as Fiona was all mortals meet their end even The Supreme.
The coven did not know of Fiona's dealings with The Countess; they were wary of her kind for being naturally resistant witches. Though magic still worked on The Countess it just took someone of great power to do any real harm. Being The Supreme, Fiona was defiantly a threat to The Countess and her kind but a reason never arose for the pair to be pitted against one another.
From what she had heard Fiona and her coven had been attacked by the voodoo queen, who now apparently was also dead, and corporation of witch hunters. The story she had been told about how the witch hunters had been taken down made The Countess smile; it was all so very Fiona. Since then the whole world now knew about the witch coven due to their new Supreme, Cordelia Foxx. Even on T.V. The Countess could see she radiated with the power and strength of a queen. Just by watching her on the news The Countess could tell she was nothing like her mother; Cordelia's devotion to her own kind was crystal clear.
It was plain to see the new Supreme was a force to be reckoned with and that is exactly why The Countess was now in New Orleans. She knew Cordelia would make a good ally and an even better enemy. Being ever cautious The Countess would not make the mistake of having Cordelia as an adversary. True The Countess knew she could hold her own against The Supreme if need be but unlike Cordelia she didn't have an entire coven behind her.
So now The Countess stood in front of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies planning on making nice with the new Supreme.
Chills ran across Cordelia's skin the kind that told her she was being watched. Spinning on her heals her whole body began to tingle with the new power that flowed through her veins. The Supreme sensed an unknown presence whose power and authority rivaled her own. Becoming aware of the looming threat she scanned the room for the lurking presence in the shadows. Around her the room was dimly lit forcing her to using her powers to probe for the person she knew hid in the darkness. Her mind stretched like tentacles across the room searching for the intruder but something was wrong. Her powers weren't pin pointing the person she knew was there.
A laugh softly escaped the darkness,
"Having trouble are we?" A figure emerged from the shadows. "I thought you were supposed to be The Supreme, a little detection spell should be easy." The blonde smiled.
Cordelia took in the creature before her whose presence commanded attention with her low cut dress that exposed exquisite cleavage while flaunting her curves in all the right places. Cordelia couldn't seem to look away entranced by the woman before her. But her fixation on the blonde didn't last long before she pulled herself out of the dazed state.
The woman noticed her reaction,
"I tend to have that effect on people," she whispered smugly as her red lips pulled back into a seductive smile.
"You are a fool if you think you can come into my house and try and threaten me." Cordelia was ready to attack as power pulsated from her body.
"Oh, my dear, I am not here to threaten you. Quite the contrary. You see I was a friend of your mothers." The woman moved closer and elegantly draped herself along the couch across from Cordelia.
"Saying you were a friend of my mother's doesn't exactly make you welcome here." Cordelia remained standing.
"I understand your hostility but I assure you that you've nothing to fear from me." The blonde pulled out a cigarette and put it to her lips, "Light?" The end of her cigarette glowed orange and she inhaled, "Not bad."
"That was just a parole trick." The woman on the couch smiled. Now that she was closer Cordelia could really take in the beauty that laid before her. Her eyes wandered over flawless skin and across her entire body until she met glowing eyes that sparkled in the candle light.
"Like what you see," she teased hoping to throw the young Supreme off balance. Once again forcing herself out of a trance she responded,
"Enough with your games. Who are you?" Cordelia watched as the woman sat back and crossed her legs taking another long drag from her cigarette.
"I am The Countess." Reaching across her body her put out her cigarette in the ash tray and leaned back against the couch.
Not feeling threatened at the moment Cordelia took a seat across from The Countess feeling as though she had heard the name before.
"The Countess, a bit dramatic aren't we?" Cordelia raised an eyebrow causing the woman across from her to laugh.
"That I am," she leaned forward her eyes washing over Cordelia making her somewhat uncomfortable. "You really are nothing like your mother. I can tell just by looking at you."
"Is that so?" she looked The Countess in the eye.
"Oh, yes. You so much more… pure," she purred making Cordelia almost shiver.
"Tell me, Countess, why are you here?" Cordelia watched as The Countess get up and sit gracefully next to her,
"Because we both need allies in this big bad world, my dear, and I make a very good one." Cordelia absorbed what the woman just said watching as she draped her arm across the back of the couch waiting for a response.
"If you are such a good ally why don't I know who you are?" Cordelia challenged.
"Because your kind and my kind don't exactly mix." The Countess pushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face, "But that doesn't mean we can't get past our differences."
The Supreme contemplated what she was just told as The Countess waited patiently for a response. Cordelia could only think of one other kind beside voodoo that doesn't mix well with witchcraft,
"Vampire."
"Please, for all that is unholy, don't call me that." The Countess cringed.
"So it is true," Cordelia thought the stories were just myth.
"Yes, but do not ever call me that. We do not have fangs nor do we burst into flame in the sunlight." The Countess rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Oh, really," Cordelia smiled coyly at seeing The Countess uncomfortable.
"Yes, really," she said with a hint of a smile.
Cordelia was tired of avoiding the point, "Why do you think I need or want you as an ally, I have a whole coven." The Countess eased forward but Cordelia held her ground,
"We all need friends," she whispered, "especially ones that show the world you are not to be fucked with."