Part 6
Tiarina stared at the window, trying to figure out how she could escape from there. She had told herself earlier that it would be an utterly insane way of trying to get out of there, yet she was still drawn back to it.
She gripped the sill and looked down, trying to ignore the sudden irrational fear that someone was going to push her over and she'd fall out.
She sighed heavily, turning away, wondering if buttering up this Draven person would be the way to go to get out of here. According to Demios she was supposed to marry him, he'd obviously dragged her back because he still wanted her. So if she played down that route, then maybe she could stand a chance of getting out of this fucking tower room.
She was going to wind up killing herself out of sheer boredom. She heard keys in the lock and made a face. Whatever the hell was in that damn potion was another thing she was starting to despise.
Though it wasn't Demios or Draven who came to force-feed her the stuff today. It was some pale blonde girl, the fluffy type who looked like fairytale princess that everyone hated because they were so irritatingly perfect. The type of brainless bimbo who *should* be locked in a tower.
"You've got to be kidding me," the blonde was muttering, sounding extremely annoyed to see Tiarina.
"Excuse me?" Tiarina felt a rush of - something - inside her. This girl knew who she was. Maybe she would be more useful with information than that snotty idiot Demios.
"Judas is going to have a fucking fit when he hears this," the blonde went on. She looked at the gold cup in her hand, shaking her head, smiling to herself. Tiarina didn't get it.
"Who's Judas?" she asked, confused. "He's not one of those stupid lackeys of Draven's is he?" She made a face at the thought of more of them. She'd never get out of here.
The blonde looked up at her. "Your sire," she said.
Tiarina frowned and shrugged helplessly. She'd heard the term Sire somewhere before, it normally had something to do with vampires, or at least, as far as she was aware it did. "My what? Ugh, don't tell me I'm a vampire." Though that thought did actually sound almost funny. Vampires were just stories. At least, that was what she remembered, anyway.
The blonde shook her head, looking at the cup. "These memory stuff really works then, doesn't it?"
Tiarina scowled. She felt so helpless, and hated herself for feeling this way. It was so...she couldn't think of a word to describe how she felt she hadn't thought of already, she just really despised being so severely limited with actions and words. "At least tell me *something* useful."
The blonde opened her mouth then shut it again; she was silent for a few minutes before pouring the liquid inside the cup down the sink in the bathroom.
Tiarina watched her, confused. Who's side was this strange girl on? Okay, maybe she wasn't as fluffy and brainless as she looked. Maybe she deliberately pulled off the brainless blonde look making it more fun to surprise people when they discovered what she was *really* like.
Of course, Tiarina was just guessing. "You could tell me who you are for starters, and something about who I am?"
"My name is Susanna," the blonde said, smiling faintly. "You're not a vampire, you're a Tempest. Go from there." And with those words, Susanna, whoever the hell she was, turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind her.
Tiarina frowned, blinking. Huh? What the hell was a Tempest?
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Tiarina stared at the window, trying to figure out how she could escape from there. She had told herself earlier that it would be an utterly insane way of trying to get out of there, yet she was still drawn back to it.
She gripped the sill and looked down, trying to ignore the sudden irrational fear that someone was going to push her over and she'd fall out.
She sighed heavily, turning away, wondering if buttering up this Draven person would be the way to go to get out of here. According to Demios she was supposed to marry him, he'd obviously dragged her back because he still wanted her. So if she played down that route, then maybe she could stand a chance of getting out of this fucking tower room.
She was going to wind up killing herself out of sheer boredom. She heard keys in the lock and made a face. Whatever the hell was in that damn potion was another thing she was starting to despise.
Though it wasn't Demios or Draven who came to force-feed her the stuff today. It was some pale blonde girl, the fluffy type who looked like fairytale princess that everyone hated because they were so irritatingly perfect. The type of brainless bimbo who *should* be locked in a tower.
"You've got to be kidding me," the blonde was muttering, sounding extremely annoyed to see Tiarina.
"Excuse me?" Tiarina felt a rush of - something - inside her. This girl knew who she was. Maybe she would be more useful with information than that snotty idiot Demios.
"Judas is going to have a fucking fit when he hears this," the blonde went on. She looked at the gold cup in her hand, shaking her head, smiling to herself. Tiarina didn't get it.
"Who's Judas?" she asked, confused. "He's not one of those stupid lackeys of Draven's is he?" She made a face at the thought of more of them. She'd never get out of here.
The blonde looked up at her. "Your sire," she said.
Tiarina frowned and shrugged helplessly. She'd heard the term Sire somewhere before, it normally had something to do with vampires, or at least, as far as she was aware it did. "My what? Ugh, don't tell me I'm a vampire." Though that thought did actually sound almost funny. Vampires were just stories. At least, that was what she remembered, anyway.
The blonde shook her head, looking at the cup. "These memory stuff really works then, doesn't it?"
Tiarina scowled. She felt so helpless, and hated herself for feeling this way. It was so...she couldn't think of a word to describe how she felt she hadn't thought of already, she just really despised being so severely limited with actions and words. "At least tell me *something* useful."
The blonde opened her mouth then shut it again; she was silent for a few minutes before pouring the liquid inside the cup down the sink in the bathroom.
Tiarina watched her, confused. Who's side was this strange girl on? Okay, maybe she wasn't as fluffy and brainless as she looked. Maybe she deliberately pulled off the brainless blonde look making it more fun to surprise people when they discovered what she was *really* like.
Of course, Tiarina was just guessing. "You could tell me who you are for starters, and something about who I am?"
"My name is Susanna," the blonde said, smiling faintly. "You're not a vampire, you're a Tempest. Go from there." And with those words, Susanna, whoever the hell she was, turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind her.
Tiarina frowned, blinking. Huh? What the hell was a Tempest?
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