Evil Beneath Innocence
The lieutenants had gathered at the Sanctuary of the Clans. Their lord and master, Kain, sat upon his throne with mild interest in the reason for this congregation. Seven sets of piercing, golden eyes stared intently upon the grand double doors that served as the only entrance to the council room, the very room that housed the crippled remains of the fallen pillars of Nosgoth.
The doors opened, and two Zephonim fledglings entered, escorting a lone, human female. As she was marched forward, her head remained bowed down, typically a sign one would show after having been broken after severe torture. She was unarmed, thus she remained unbound. She was found to be of no threat, especially within the company of Kain and all his lieutenants. The fledges lead her to the threshold of the pillar base, then quietly retreated, bowing as they paced backwards, never turning their backs towards their masters.
Kain scrutinized the rogue female. Her clothing seemed odd, but he couldn't decipher their style due to the dirt and wear her garments had endured over the past who-knows-how-many days. But he could determine this: she bore no armor. Not a scrap of cloth on her body was designed to protect her from battle. From what Kain could assess, the only purpose her garments possessed was that of modesty.
She puzzled Kain. She was a wild, feral human, found wandering the Zephonim clan lands. She was not an escaped slave and she was much too far from the human citadel to have belonged there. So where had she come from? She couldn't have survived the wilds of Nosgoth her entire life. For a human to remain hidden in the wilderness from the vampire armies for (based upon how old she appeared) nearly twenty years had been deemed impossible. Her scent would have been discovered by even the newest fledges.
For that reason, and the reason that she appeared too healthy also argued against the theory that she had lived in the wilds. The Zephonim had found no trace of any shelter the girl might have used. Nothing at all, not a single shred of proof that she had existed at all in Nosgoth. Zephon had reported to his sire that the girl had refused to speak. She had withstood all manners of torture he could conjure, short of actually killing her. She remained a complete mystery.
And suddenly, she lifted her head, just enough for her to make eye contact with the vampire dictator. Dirty, blonde hair swept away from her face. Her features were smudged with dirt. She sported a fat lip and long- dried trickles of blood marked her hairline. But her eyes disturbed Kain. Blue-gray eyes pierced his gaze. Blue-gray eyes, that despite three days of torment, remained defiant and seemingly, psychotic. Perhaps she wasn't completely unharmed by the tortures. Or maybe, she really was feral.
She took a small step forward, and then a second. Though she staggered ever so slightly, her penetrating stare never faltered from Kain's amber eyes. Step after step, she made no effort to lift her head any further than she needed to. Her arms remained dead weight at her sides. Her back and shoulders remained slumped as she approached the vampire king.
The lieutenants hissed and bared their fangs at her as she passed each one. They were openly displeased with her obvious disrespect towards the almighty Kain. Had it not been for their respect for their master and his authority, each one of them would have torn her throat out in an instant for such audacity. However, the girl paid no heed to any of the lieutenants, furthering their ire for her. Even in Kain's company, the noble vampire sons were not to be ignored.
As she passed by Raziel and Turel, the two lieutenants closest to Kain, she made no indication that she was about to halt in her approach. A wicked grin slowly crept upon her face as she neared the lord. Kain, who up until this point had been absent-mindedly twirling the hilt of the Soul Reaver within his claws, subconsciously tightened his grip around the weapon, having been slightly disturbed by the strange woman's psychotic approach.
Just when Kain thought the girl would never cease her steps, she did just that. Five feet from the throne, she halted her progress. She flashed a wide, menacing grin, outlined in her dried blood, towards the vampire. Finally, she lifted her head fully, so that the master vampire could better see her face. Despite a black eye and a bruised jaw line, the girl's eyes danced with malice. And then, for the first time, the vampires heard her speak. And they found her voice to be just as ominous as her expression.
"Hello, Kain. I am Aisha. Welcome to your worst nightmare."
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Hmm... I'm not sure where I'm gonna go with this. I've just been playing around with this scene in my head for a while. What I do know is that I am basing Aisha off of my bizarre, lesser-seen side. Like I say in my profile, people view me as all sweet and innocent, but I'm not as pure as people believe me to be, hence the title to this fic. Hehehe... Anyway, let me know what you think...please?
The lieutenants had gathered at the Sanctuary of the Clans. Their lord and master, Kain, sat upon his throne with mild interest in the reason for this congregation. Seven sets of piercing, golden eyes stared intently upon the grand double doors that served as the only entrance to the council room, the very room that housed the crippled remains of the fallen pillars of Nosgoth.
The doors opened, and two Zephonim fledglings entered, escorting a lone, human female. As she was marched forward, her head remained bowed down, typically a sign one would show after having been broken after severe torture. She was unarmed, thus she remained unbound. She was found to be of no threat, especially within the company of Kain and all his lieutenants. The fledges lead her to the threshold of the pillar base, then quietly retreated, bowing as they paced backwards, never turning their backs towards their masters.
Kain scrutinized the rogue female. Her clothing seemed odd, but he couldn't decipher their style due to the dirt and wear her garments had endured over the past who-knows-how-many days. But he could determine this: she bore no armor. Not a scrap of cloth on her body was designed to protect her from battle. From what Kain could assess, the only purpose her garments possessed was that of modesty.
She puzzled Kain. She was a wild, feral human, found wandering the Zephonim clan lands. She was not an escaped slave and she was much too far from the human citadel to have belonged there. So where had she come from? She couldn't have survived the wilds of Nosgoth her entire life. For a human to remain hidden in the wilderness from the vampire armies for (based upon how old she appeared) nearly twenty years had been deemed impossible. Her scent would have been discovered by even the newest fledges.
For that reason, and the reason that she appeared too healthy also argued against the theory that she had lived in the wilds. The Zephonim had found no trace of any shelter the girl might have used. Nothing at all, not a single shred of proof that she had existed at all in Nosgoth. Zephon had reported to his sire that the girl had refused to speak. She had withstood all manners of torture he could conjure, short of actually killing her. She remained a complete mystery.
And suddenly, she lifted her head, just enough for her to make eye contact with the vampire dictator. Dirty, blonde hair swept away from her face. Her features were smudged with dirt. She sported a fat lip and long- dried trickles of blood marked her hairline. But her eyes disturbed Kain. Blue-gray eyes pierced his gaze. Blue-gray eyes, that despite three days of torment, remained defiant and seemingly, psychotic. Perhaps she wasn't completely unharmed by the tortures. Or maybe, she really was feral.
She took a small step forward, and then a second. Though she staggered ever so slightly, her penetrating stare never faltered from Kain's amber eyes. Step after step, she made no effort to lift her head any further than she needed to. Her arms remained dead weight at her sides. Her back and shoulders remained slumped as she approached the vampire king.
The lieutenants hissed and bared their fangs at her as she passed each one. They were openly displeased with her obvious disrespect towards the almighty Kain. Had it not been for their respect for their master and his authority, each one of them would have torn her throat out in an instant for such audacity. However, the girl paid no heed to any of the lieutenants, furthering their ire for her. Even in Kain's company, the noble vampire sons were not to be ignored.
As she passed by Raziel and Turel, the two lieutenants closest to Kain, she made no indication that she was about to halt in her approach. A wicked grin slowly crept upon her face as she neared the lord. Kain, who up until this point had been absent-mindedly twirling the hilt of the Soul Reaver within his claws, subconsciously tightened his grip around the weapon, having been slightly disturbed by the strange woman's psychotic approach.
Just when Kain thought the girl would never cease her steps, she did just that. Five feet from the throne, she halted her progress. She flashed a wide, menacing grin, outlined in her dried blood, towards the vampire. Finally, she lifted her head fully, so that the master vampire could better see her face. Despite a black eye and a bruised jaw line, the girl's eyes danced with malice. And then, for the first time, the vampires heard her speak. And they found her voice to be just as ominous as her expression.
"Hello, Kain. I am Aisha. Welcome to your worst nightmare."
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Hmm... I'm not sure where I'm gonna go with this. I've just been playing around with this scene in my head for a while. What I do know is that I am basing Aisha off of my bizarre, lesser-seen side. Like I say in my profile, people view me as all sweet and innocent, but I'm not as pure as people believe me to be, hence the title to this fic. Hehehe... Anyway, let me know what you think...please?