Song: Enter Sandman by Metallica
The patter of rain on the elegant picture windows was like a metronome. It lulled, steady rhythm like a heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. Drops came in a steady cascade from the listless gray sky, plinking and plonking as they fell thickly, unrelenting. Tap, tap, tap. Fat tears that exploded on impact, lazily drenching every crack and crevice on the exterior façade.
Everything interior became atmospheric, walls of stone and furniture of the finest fabrics bathed in rainbows of monotone hues. Anything sharp was in stark contrast to the muted diaspora gathered below. Such a sight to behold, sent cravings shooting up my neck, amassed bodies moving in jilted sensuality, so I turned away to continue contemplation of the warped panes of glass.
Now: a signal that was understood, well-practiced, no visible cues needed. My fingers curled, flexed and extended as vaporous miasma began to creep forth. It billowed, seeking purchase, searching for victims, and began its slow creep downward in hungry, reaching tendrils. The further it moved, the more sound and movement its secret infiltration elicited.
A gasp, a choke, a scream, then. A symphony that moved through the assembly, steadily claiming victims in its relentless pursuit. Every one, deaf and blind and numb, unable to even sense or insinutate their coming doom.
Languidly I moved to the edge of the mezzanine. A slight dip of my chest, hands stretched above like an Olympic high diver. My body spun, graceful and easy, landing on practiced feet as my sinister Novocain haze continued to engulf and devour.
Aro nodded obligingly and the frenzied feast began. I shot towards the nearest. She was quite pretty. Without knowing any better, we could have looked like lovers.
Sure, strong hands tipped her head back, exposing her neck to my salivating fangs. They plunged in, exulting in the hot, wet essence that flowed so readily against them.
My drink was deep, pulling until there was no give left to take. The carcass was tossed aside, discarded without care, as I lithely sprang to the next lamb for slaughter.
Around me was the cacophonous buzz, each of my fellow coven members partaking in the feast. We dined without worry, leisurely frenzied in the search to slake our thirst before the buffet had been depleted.
All too soon the bodies were cooled, scattered about our grand turret room as though they had all fallen asleep simultaneously. Save for the pallid color of their skin and absence of breath, it could be believable.
What had once been a dreary gray scape of bleak others had transformed into one that shone, radiating warm crimson and jovial friends. Guards wove among those of higher rank, stacking the remnants of our gorging to be burned.
I gave a deep bow to Aro, Caius, and Marcus, letting my adorning smile speak to my gratitude for their care of their subjects. Never did we need to venture forth from safety to scrabble and scrape for half a feed. Always full, of blood, of money, of clothing. Having nary a want in the world made for a blissful existence.
My master waved his hand, a benign dismissal, freeing me to other, more interesting proclivities. I deliberated seeking Demetri out, my vengeance on the horizon for besting me at my own game, before I settled on finding Jane. My dear sister was always up to amusing mischief, especially since the Cullens had came to town.