Things Always Change with Time...
The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon when she awoke. Without a sound she rolled over onto her side on the soft bed beneath her body.
Her hand slowly reached out and took a hold of the thick curtain that was drawn about the window and pulled it open slightly, allowing the sun's ray to pour through the small slit and fall upon the lower portion of the bed, mere inches away from her feet.
It was early still, as she suspected. She released the curtain allowing it to fall back in place and she shifted once again and slipped off of the bed.
Her feet landed gently on the floor and she walked around the dark room, moving into the bathroom. She stared into the mirror lined wall and stared at her reflection.
The same hazy blue eyes that had greeted her for some many years before. The same soft features, the same lightly tousled dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun. Physically she was the same, nothing had changed except for her disposition but even that most argued had reminded untainted.
They didn't know the depth of her being though, they didn't see what the times had did to her tolerate and sweet outlook on life. Of course they didn't, she never allowed any too. Any except for him...but that was the past.
She opened a small drawer next to the sink and pulled out a wicked looking dagger. She stared at it for a moment, a thought or memory caused her eyes to cloud over briefly before it passed.
She pulled the dagger behind her head. Taking a hold of her bun, she used her other hand with the dagger cut through the space between the bun and her head.
She let the bun of discarded hair fall to the floor, and placed the dagger on the counter top. She stared at herself in the mirror again. The only change that could be seen was her now slightly ragged looking chopped hair fell about her face.
As the sun finally ended it's decent below the skyscrapers and the night took claim of the skies. She walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a tight dark brown spaghetti strap shirt with a low cut back under an unbuttoned pressed white dress shirt along with a pair of blue jeans with denims strips bucked and cut up along the upper thigh on the right leg and the same on the lower part of the left leg, and to rest it off a pair of ordinary sneakers.
She paused a moment to take a looked around her increasing dark room. There was no reason for her to turn on the light to see where she was going. In her left hand was the dagger, its ivory surface glowing in the reflected light from the bathroom as she moved over towards the door.
She had many daggers and throwing knives hidden about her room, and were caring a few on her person. But her favorite was the ivory dagger she was currently carrying with her. If only because it was made of bone and not metal which meant she could carry it with her without having to worry about metal detectors.
It was pity she hadn't properly thanked the one who had given it to her, but at the time she didn't know just how much she would come to rely on the dagger.
Pausing only to put up her long trench-like black coat. She slipped the dagger in a small loop hanging inside the back of the coat. She repositions her coat slight before she stepped out the door.
She stopped at the foot of the staircase and looked around the lavish lobby of the grand 'hotel'. Her eyes moved slowly as they surveyed the people about.
Her associates and allies, for the time being. One could never account for the future only the here and now was certain enough to consider.
Her present didn't go unnoticed by the populace. Mostly all idle conversation had ceased and in its place a thick fog of silence and tension filled the air.
There was a time when such a thing would have unnerved her, knowing that all attentions were set on her but now it didn't affect her.
Besides she knew understood the reason for the sudden stillness, they were afraid of her. Afraid of what she might be capable of.
It was normal she supposed, she was use to it. They knew after all who she was, or more importantly who she had...'courted' as they put it.
simpletons... She shook her head and moved through the lobby, coat swaying with each step she took. As she reached the front doors, a lanky man stepped in front of her. Though it was clear from his expression he'd rather be anywhere other than where he was presently.
"I-I'm Ma'am...but I was informed that you are not to leave the premises until Master Mychael returns..."
An eyebrow rose slightly and she regarded the man before her. What to do with him. He was only doing his job so it wasn't his fault his master was incompetent and she couldn't afford to upset her most beneficial ally of the moment to greatly either. So what to do...
She looked over the bellboy in front of her carefully, until her eyes rested on his name tag, a plain smile slipped across her lips though it did not touch her eyes.
"Derrick is it? Well derrick, tell me...how long shall it be until Mychael returns?"
He fidgeted slightly, and looked down at his watch before locking eyes with her again, "Umm...he usually returns about 10pm, so that would be perhaps another 3 1/2 hours."
Something reflected in her eyes at his response, but it passed just as quickly, "3 1/2 hours? Well I can easily be back in enough times."
Derrick cringed at the looked in the woman's eyes, something told him that wasn't the answer she was looking for. Thankfully though it didn't look and so he relaxed a little, but when she persisted in leaving he frowned slightly and shook his head.
"I'm sorry but I can let you lea--"
Her eyes took on and eerie light as she peered into his, she would not be denied leave, not by a fool of a duke and least of all by a petty ghoul.
"When your 'Master' returns," and I use the term loosely... "You will inform him that I will see him on my own terms and that I do not appreciate the confinement of his hospitality...is that understood?"
Derrick nodded dumbly and moved to the side as she walked out through the main doors.