Valerie has taken to me as her sister did, the master to servant
relationship is in full swing though there are times when the line between
the two is somewhat blurred. Who is the servant and who is the master
remains to be seen. We treat one another in contempt; these nights reflect
the ones of Integra and I. The taunting is ever present, as is the
demanding of total control that she will not get. She seems disgusted with
my presence, not that I mind especially, I've grown fond of that attitude.
Seras has left me again, the soldiers have been trained and she is reluctant to hang around longer than she is needed. She mentioned the strip joint downtown when I confronted her, and came right out with it that she's with the manager. Imagine the shock of that one. I saved her, she lives an eternal life so she can waitress at a strip club for vampires and screw the manager. It's her life; she's no longer my responsibility. I do miss having her around, I'm getting old, I need another that can deal with this family when I decide to go into hiding permanently and that may be sooner than expected.
It seems I've found a new one, Anne. I should have left her, but there was something about her that peaked my interest that night. I was walking, which is odd for me anyway, but it was a lovely night. The full moon was casting my shadow long on the streets of London when I heard them. Gunshots, three and a scream, silence followed. No one around me had heard it, it was further away and the human ear can comprehend. Hoping for a fight I followed it, a slow gate to the source. A tall mortal man was pocketing a purse and his gun as he walked away from the alley. Nearly hidden in the back alley was a very small girl, maybe 16, she was crumpled on the ground, her chest bleeding, her eyes were saddened, frightened. I walked towards her, stopping and staring down at her. She was terrified, the gunshot was straight through her lungs and death would be coming for her. Kneeling, I touched her, tracing her veins. She was frozen under me, her eyes rapidly running over me, trying to determine friend or foe. She stopped as her body spasmed as I slid my arm under her head and the other over her waist.
"Kill me, kill me now!"
"I know you don't want to die tonight little one, I have an offer for you."
She watched me, my eyes under the orange lenses, as she reached with her other hand and removed them. I was a bit surprised that she would do such a thing, especially in the state she was in, but I allowed her to do it, as my own hand lay on hers over the wound in her chest.
"Death is coming to you, choose quickly."
There were no words, but she touched me again, a small hand trailing down my face as she nodded a yes and passed out in my arms. I drained her; she was young, and still a virgin in all accounts. That doesn't mean what you think it means, trust me, but you can tell with the blood of a virgin and of one that isn't. She was mine, permanently, or until I decided to release her, probably not in the near future. I carried her, wrapped in my coat, back to the mansion, stopping at the steps to remark on the anger on my master's face as she glared at the bundle in my arms. I stared at the moon briefly as Anne moved in my arms, one hand clinging to my shirt tightly. I was smirking as I looked down at her; it faded into a smile as we climbed the stairs. Defiance is fun in the face of the one that hates you.
"It was a lovely night tonight, wasn't it?"
Seras has left me again, the soldiers have been trained and she is reluctant to hang around longer than she is needed. She mentioned the strip joint downtown when I confronted her, and came right out with it that she's with the manager. Imagine the shock of that one. I saved her, she lives an eternal life so she can waitress at a strip club for vampires and screw the manager. It's her life; she's no longer my responsibility. I do miss having her around, I'm getting old, I need another that can deal with this family when I decide to go into hiding permanently and that may be sooner than expected.
It seems I've found a new one, Anne. I should have left her, but there was something about her that peaked my interest that night. I was walking, which is odd for me anyway, but it was a lovely night. The full moon was casting my shadow long on the streets of London when I heard them. Gunshots, three and a scream, silence followed. No one around me had heard it, it was further away and the human ear can comprehend. Hoping for a fight I followed it, a slow gate to the source. A tall mortal man was pocketing a purse and his gun as he walked away from the alley. Nearly hidden in the back alley was a very small girl, maybe 16, she was crumpled on the ground, her chest bleeding, her eyes were saddened, frightened. I walked towards her, stopping and staring down at her. She was terrified, the gunshot was straight through her lungs and death would be coming for her. Kneeling, I touched her, tracing her veins. She was frozen under me, her eyes rapidly running over me, trying to determine friend or foe. She stopped as her body spasmed as I slid my arm under her head and the other over her waist.
"Kill me, kill me now!"
"I know you don't want to die tonight little one, I have an offer for you."
She watched me, my eyes under the orange lenses, as she reached with her other hand and removed them. I was a bit surprised that she would do such a thing, especially in the state she was in, but I allowed her to do it, as my own hand lay on hers over the wound in her chest.
"Death is coming to you, choose quickly."
There were no words, but she touched me again, a small hand trailing down my face as she nodded a yes and passed out in my arms. I drained her; she was young, and still a virgin in all accounts. That doesn't mean what you think it means, trust me, but you can tell with the blood of a virgin and of one that isn't. She was mine, permanently, or until I decided to release her, probably not in the near future. I carried her, wrapped in my coat, back to the mansion, stopping at the steps to remark on the anger on my master's face as she glared at the bundle in my arms. I stared at the moon briefly as Anne moved in my arms, one hand clinging to my shirt tightly. I was smirking as I looked down at her; it faded into a smile as we climbed the stairs. Defiance is fun in the face of the one that hates you.
"It was a lovely night tonight, wasn't it?"