Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jul 6, 2009 0:01:17 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Five hours after sunset (10pm)
Believe it or not, Pandora felt as if she were growing restless. An obsurd ideal, seeing as she was an immortal and thus time meant very little to her. The past couple of evenings, however, have left something to be desired. Mind you, the eve just past was quite eventful in her opinion, but it didn't leave much for the rest of the time.
She was standing in the middle of the dark NightWorld Library. The servants had not been by to light the torches since they hadn't received the order to do so by the Master of the City. This was to be expected, afterall, since he probably wasn't even aware he needed to give that order. He must have thought that they just magically lit and blew out themselves whenever someone approached.
Not that the darkness bothered her in the least. Actually, Pandora LeAmour perfered the darkness over the light. When you spent so much time hiding from the sun, your night vision began to improve even as your day vision disenerated. She could see better in the darkness then she could have were the place lit up.
She had absolutely no idea how long she had been standing there, to tell you the truth. Like I said, time means very little to someone whom was stuck in the same place for eternity. The only thing she was aware of, was the small voice in the back of her head that told her she'd been there for awhile.
When you are Master of a City, you were constantly on the go, making time either drag by or fly by, depending on how you chose to look at it. For Pandora, it made the centuries more bearable for she never found herself wondering what to do this year. There was always something to tend to, someone to torture. Laws to enforce. With a busy agenda, there wasn't much time to focus on... Well, time itself.
Now that Pandora was no longer acting as Master of the City, there were no duties to attend to. No people to terrorize into obeying. No reports to fill out, or battles to fight. Her sudden freedom didn't seem so... fun and desired anymore. She was almost certain it had only been a few days, but even to an immortal destined to live for eternity, those few days seemed awfully long.
Anyway, so there she was, standing alone in the darkness of the Library. Books to her right, books to her left. Books ahead and behind. Everywhere, books. Books and her. That was generally it.
Not for the first time, the realization that it had been all too long since she ventured forth from the Tower for anything that wasn't considered Business related. Perhaps this was because she wasn't very good at pretending to be Mortal. It had been so long, and she had spent so much time away from normal people, that she seemed to have simply forgotten what they were like. Or, perhaps, it was simply because she had always been to busy to actually have a life outside of her title. Her Tower.
Either way, as she stood there, she toyed with the idea of actually going out this evening. A nice feast within the Tavern would be quite enjoyable, don't you think? Sure, she could not get drunk of wines and ale, but she most certainly could get a nice buzz off of overloading on blood. And if she drank from a mortal whom was already drunk, it was perfectly possible to get drunk merely from drinking from them.
Of course, she'd have to be careful. Even a Master vampire had to be careful when they dared to risk that. It would require discretion, glamour, and mind rolling. Discretion to ensure no one caught on what she was doing to the poor fool, glamour to prevent said fool from catching on, and mind rolling to adjust their thoughts to erase any memory of her ever being there.
It was daunting and challanging and perhaps just the thing she needed to feel busy and alive again. After the eve before, she doubted anything would make her feel quiet alive again. But at least it was something to do...
He was here, seated within the chair at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of him blankly....He had no drive, this evening...No want or will to do anything. And not because of the evening prior's events...No, that left him very much refreshed and energetic...No, it was mainly due to the mundane and humdrum and repetitive work here with his temporary position...He felt as if he were slowly going mad. Unlike vampires, he was used to taking things faster than normal, driving through with determination, but this...This was one of the worst punishments he had ever faced...He would rather have had his face clawed away and dipped in boiling water than be subject to this for the rest of his life...
With her mind made up, Pandora easily crossed the darkness of the Library, finding her way perfectly well. It was rare for her to bump into items. Imagine being locked in a single room for you're entire life. After a few years, you knew the surroundings better then you knew your own appearance, and thus could pinpoint where everything was without opening your eyes. It was the same situation within the Tower.
Pandora had spent so much time in the Tower that now she could walk around, eye's closed, and not knock a single thing over. A skill that hadn't really been all that useful, since she wasn't exactly the type to find joy in blindfolding herself and testing that theory, but it served well enough when the place was cloaked in darkness.
When she reached the Drop, Pandora stepped off casually, as if it were but any other step. The fall down wasn't long enough to cause her simple gown to bell out around her, but she could feel a few strands of her hair give way to the sudden gravity pull. As she landed, Pandora bent her knees to better aid her balance, and the moment her slippered feet touched ground, she straightened her joints.
She had no need to glance around to be aware that William was in the room, seated at his usual table. She could sense the old boy. With a polite smile, Pandora called to him even as she crossed further into the room from the far corner where the ceiling opened up to accomodate the Drop.
She paused her journey at the side of his chair, watching and listening as he first greeted her and then informed her that he was unaware of where her personal attendant was located. She gave him another nod of her head, and resumed her walking, heading for the archway that seperated his post room from the hallway.
Turning right, Pandora then headed down the narrow hallway, heading towards the Holding Cells first. She didn't need to enter the room, for it was currently empty, but the two guards stationed outside the Holding Cells door would sufface, and as she approached she called to them.
They snapped to attention, even though she was not speaking to them as the Master of the City, but a mere Vampire girl, and both instantly shook their head. She continued by them, giving a brisk nod of her head as she walked. Across from the Holding Cells was the Meeting Room, and she could already sense Tathar inside, his frustration all but screaming out of the archway.
Pandora struggled not to smirk, as she approached, and stepped under the archway that led from the Hallway into the Meeting Room.
And even as he began to nurse the idea of banging his head against the table until he was relieved of his senses he heard the question directed to William from within his own room, and only now did he realise exactly how dark it was within these stone walls...Something he would have to remedy momentarily...For now he was busily trying to keep himself calm as since William had given a negative answer she was likely to enter here looking for another to ask, meaning he would be her next to inquire. He sincerely hoped that she would think no different of him after last night....as well as hoped that she would act no different, but he did not show as much....No, he listened as she asked the very same question to the guards within the holding cell area for but another negative answer....and then she appeared. He wished he could answer differently, but could not.
She paused at the end of the table nearest the archway, and completely opposite of where Tathar currently sat. Both bare hands came to rest atop the back of the chair, casually.
She'd never truely felt embarrassed before in as long as she could remember, and trust me she could remember an awfully long time, and yet suddenly it washed over her from head to toe, as if the paleness of her skin would turn a beautiful shade of crimson.
She had a perfectly good reason for seeking Bertha out, but something held her in check from sharing it with him. How pathetic would it sound that the Master vampire needed a mortal woman's aid in dressing, painting and fastening up her hair. How utterly embarrassing would it be to tell someone whom initially was human that she needed her servant to remind her of all those actions that mortals took for granted just so she could pass off as one of them when she reached the Tavern.
Her eye's watched him, all these thoughts flashing in her mind in but a brief moment of time. Finally, she parted her lips and spoke again.
It was the truth, completely. She simply left out a few other minor details that supported her claim.
In all honesty her need for the woman's help was completely normal, a trend that had been going on for a good few centuries now, in fact. Royalty required the aid of others to help them dress and prepare for events or simple outings such as a hunt. And even though she was not royalty, persay, it was close enough, and therefore he would say nothing against it. But in any case, he still did not know where Bertha was. After all, he did not have her vampiric tracking abilities. Did she not know where her subjects were at all times? Of course he would not bring this up to her...And he folded his hands together atop the table in front of him, leaning back slightly in his chair as his eyes roamed for a moment until they settled on her own.
She watched him as he took his sweet old time answering her, and was disappointed to see the answer didn't do her a world of good. Bowing her head to him, she replied.
She removed her arms from across the back of the chair and began stepping away from the table, and thus away from him. When she had backed far enough away that she now stood under the archway, she bowed her head once more, and turned to disappear from the Meeting Room.
Her form disappeared from sight and but a fraction of a second later, she stuck her head under the archway again and back into the line of sight from the Meeting Room. Her voice quiet and honest, with a thin hint of humor.
He really wanted to be able to help her...No doubt she was enjoying her new bounty of free time to the fullest extent that she could...But he couldn't. He had really not seen nor heard from Bertha all day long, even though he never required her services himself, and he watched as she stepped back and away, moving from the room to continue her search, and he had only just torn his gaze from where she had disappeared and toward the table once more before she stuck her head back in, her question catching him off guard. As well versed in many things as he tried to be, the many applications of gowns had never really stood out as important to him, not being one to wear them himself, obviously...But now he was beginning to think that it would have been a wise investment to learn about....But sadly, yet again, he had no positive comment to give her this evening, an apologetic look on his features as he spoke let her know he was sincere.
She chuckled quietly, it all but a whisper as it escaped her slightly parted lips, the only indication was the grin on her face and the bouncing of her chest as the air passed through. Nodding first, her head then disappeared from sight again as she muttered quietly, perfectly well that were he listening for it, he'd hear.
Of course he knew how to get them off. He had proven that just the even before, afterall, had he not? Besides, she had no doubt that she was not the first to experience that particular skill firsthand from him.
Still smiling to herself, Pandora shook her head and began walking once more, this time carrying her across the hallway towards the NightWorld Quarters. It was the last place Pandora had to look for the woman, and she hoped for both their sakes Bertha was waiting somewhere beyond that archway.
Her silent footfalls carried her through the chambers of those NightWorlder's that resided within the Tower itself. No one seemed overly surprised to see her there, which was to be expected considering she owned every single one of them.
As she walked, she inquired each she passed of the whereabouts of her personal attendant. Finally, when she was all but ready to give up, Pandora found Bertha sitting next to her daughter's cot, playing with a makeshift doll of some sort.
She watched and waited, or rather hovered, until Bertha placed the doll next to the sleeping child in the cot and rose to follow her out.
Turning on her heels, Pandora retreated from the small room, through the NightWorld Quarters and back into the hallway again, Bertha at her heels. The two of them walked single file down the hallway, and into William's post room. Whereas Pandora could make the easy jump from Ground floor to upper level where her quarters were, poor mortal Bertha could not.
Patiently waiting, Pandora crossed her's and Tathar's quarters and elected to settle on the bed. When Bertha reached the upper floor, Pandora allowed the woman to catch her breath before she would begin the orders. Afterall, she had just climbed two stories worth of pegs in the wall.
Bertha had grown up in the Tower. Her mother was Pandora's personal attendant before Bertha was born, and her mother before her, thus by now Bertha herself knew perfectly well what Pandora meant by 'fun'. While Bertha dug through the trunks for just the right gown, Pandora rose from the bed and slipped the straps of her evening gown over her shoulders, wiggling it down her form so that she could step out of it.
As Bertha helped her into the new gown, Pandora began growing excited with the prospect of a night out at the Tower without a single NightWorlder to tend to.
The gown in place, Pandora then settled onto the bed and allowed Bertha to begin working on her hair.
And thus it began. While Bertha worked on tying Pandora's unrulely hair up off her neck, she recited the basics of Mortal living. Remembering to breath, fidget, blink. You know, all those mundane thing's mortals take for granted.
Their little....problem child in the holding cells had been grating on his nerves, and this guard had about enough. Most of the time the man spent sobbing. The rest he spent hooting and hollering. His heartbeat quickened enough to make the guard ravenous, but the man smelled of illess. Finally, when the wretch's pleadings for freedom got to be too irksome, as his whine was very high pitched, he couldn't handle it any more. He set off to find the Master, whom he found in the meeting rooms. He knocked and bowed.
He watched as her head disappeared once more with a sly grin on his features, the events of the evening before playing over in his mind as if he were reliving them...Of course, he was but a man...And he had taken to occasionally seeking out companionship to lessen the sting of a lonely life for a night or two before, and thusly had gained a decent amount of experience in those matter...But now was not the time nor place for those thoughts. He had work to do...And as he cleared his throat, in effect clearing his mind of anything..inappropriate, he returned his attention once more to the work at hand. But first he called out to one of the guards, politely asking them if they would see to it that the torches within the Tower were lit so that others may find it a little more comfortable to see. Surely William had complained a time or two already about it being as dark as a cave in here this evening. And with that done he began to finish the night's paperwork, having dealt with the things that required personal attention earlier that day. Nothing too terribly strenuous, of course...Just some disagreements and whatnot. It seemed that there were no rogues about at the moment, so he was free of that chore, but even as he was believing that he would finish his duties early tonight he was cut short by the entrance of one of the cell guards, his request, while giving no names, could only mean one person, and while they had seemed to reach an understanding the night the Council had been present, he was loathe to think that that moment of clarity was still lingering over Mathas...But in any case he sighed and let it be known to release the man from his cell and send him this way, and with no detours of any kind.
Mathas was having some...problems. He was going through some pretty aggravating withdrawals. Of course, he had gone longer with less, but....he now had some...psychological factors as well. Betrayal. Pain.
There was another problem as well. True enough, he WAS withdrawing--but the blood had not yet left his system. This was bad--very bad, because each time he went to throw himself into the wall to take out his agony, he was doing it with full force--double damage. And so it was with added strength thrown in that he launched himself at the door, at the exact moment the guard opened it, sending the man sprawling. He regained his feet, but still stagged around a bit. Oh, the world, the world was spinning, why was his head spinning?
He shot the guard a hurt look as his directions were replayed, and shrugged them off. So the beastie--sorry, the Master wanted him to report directly--it wasn't bad enough that he'd already done one errand for the doggie--the Master today, to be calling him back already. His face was quite surly as he stalked to the meeting room.
Well rather than just sitting here and dreading the coming encounter with Mathas he chose to invest the time and finish what he had been working on for a good hour or so now...And it was finished quite quickly, as a matter of fact, now that he had the chance to clear his head and actually take a moment's respite from the infernal things...But that was a short lived moment or two of silence, as Mathas appeared much sooner than he had expected...To be honest, he had anticipated that the man would have simply gone wandering since he was free from the bars of his cell for now...Odd that he had actually come straight here post haste. Maybe he had been a little wrong about the man? After all, he was at least being a little more civil than normal.
When Bertha completed her task of making Pandora appear as if she were but a simple 19 year old woman, Pandora rose from her propped position on the edge of the bed and tugged at the top helm of the gown. She was never all that fond of skin showing and these gowns seemed to invite a glimps of skin that simply ought not to be seen.
Pandora took hold of the matching gloves that Bertha held up for her, and while she struggled to slip them on, her slippered feet carried her once again towards the drop. This time the fall was much greater then the earlier one, and her gown bellowed out in a bell shaped dawn around her form.
The moment her slippered feet touched down on the ground floor, Pandora straightened her posture and adjusted the gloves once more. A simple deep red color, rising just above her elbows, these particular gloves would ensure not only that her pale hands would not be spotted, but that she didn't run the risk of reading anyones thoughts upon contact. And had she plans to get her hands on some mortals.
Smiling softly, nothing at all like the Master of the City, but rather like a girl whom was freshly from her wedding eve, Pandora nodded to William.
Why, even her voice seemed a little too friendly. It's amazing what a little fun could do to old 'pale and thin' stuckup Master of the City.
Stepping from Williams Room, Pandora travelled down the hallway once more until she reached the archway of the Meeting Room. Inside, she could hear Mathas and instantly knew that both Tathar and Mathas were ingaged in conversation.
Pausing just outside of the room, Pandora glanced down at the gown she wore. She wasn't anything remotely near the most beautiful within the realm, but the job that Bertha had just completed did transform her quite well. She looked like a lush mortal girl rather then the undead grouch she usually was. Bertha had even managed to paint a faint blush on Pandora's pale cheeks.
Tathar's inquiry back to Mathas had Pandora hesitating. She stepped into the room and simply waited silently, her gloved hands holding a small portion of the fabric of her gown so that she would not step on the helm of her dress. A bell going to a ball, almost.
Usually she would command attention when she entered a room, not for her appearances but because of her position. Now for all intent, Tathar held that position, and thus Pandora remembered to bow her head. She stood there, her eye's at the table's legs where it met the floor, awaiting until she was addressed.
Was something the matter? WAS SOMETHING THE MATTER? How could he sit there and ask him that? He thought about everything that was the matter--First, Pandora's lying, tempting betrayal, leading him on for so long, getting him addicted in all the worst ways to her and never providing him respite. All these fleabag muttgutters coming into town, disturbing the peace, demanding to sit beside the masters as equal rather than beg for scraps underneathe the table. Then Pandora's abrupt decision to give him--the worst of them all-- such a high position, and the fact that he now could barely see straight, and he was asking him what was wrong? Oh no. Oh no no no. He couldn't be having that. Bad dogs that deliberately try to aggravate the higher races deserve sharp smacks on the nose! Why, he even half raised his hand--and stopped. Looking pained, he ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing up tufts of it, even as he forced his smile into a sick twist of the lips. He was so agonized that he didn't even really see Tathar, whom was right in front of him, much less Pandora--at first.
At that point he did raise his eyes, which were completely bloodshot and rimmed with red, and caught sight of Pandora. For a moment, HE might have been a vampire, for all color drained from his cheeks, his breath caught in his throat, and his heart stopped. He could not speak another word.
As he sat there, silently and patiently waiting for Mathas' reply, he let his mind wander to other things...Better things...And inappropriate things, all in attempt to put himself in a better mood, but his attention was brought back rather savagely as Mathas raised his hand....The initial movement had been quick...very unlike a simple move to brush one's hair away, and he narrowed his eyes, wondering if the man had simply tried to cover up another intended action....But as he had not carried through with it these were merely suspicions and held no real ground...But he would be sure to watch Mathas' movements very closely from that point on. He could not afford to have him try to attack him again, now could he? After all, that was how he had ended up saddled with this punishment....This agonizing duty that made him want to scream at the top of his lungs and claw at his eyes...An animal was not meant to sit idly like this, after all....But no, these thoughts were removed even as Mathas spoke, his attention moving to the sight of pandora, looking as if she were a supple and warm young woman...Why, he felt that she looked practically good enough to eat.
She had no need to look up to sense the change in Mathas, and the corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly. Completely unnoticable given the angle her face currently was. She had not expected Mathas to be here when she elected to head this way. The fact that he was played little part in her plans.
When Tathar spoke her name, Pandora's head snapped up and she gave a lopsided grin, as if bashfully blushing. The paint job supported the illusion that she was embarrassed, though initially she was quite pleased with his remark. Cutting William off before he had a chance to reply, she murmured.
Her eye's glanced once more to Mathas, standing there mutely, and she continued, blurting her words in before Mathas had a chance to reply to the inquiry Tathar set before him.
She had never left the Tower before without two guards escorting her, but seeing as she was no longer Master of the City, at least as far as every other NightWorlder was aware of, she wasn't certain how necessicary these guards were. Besides, Bertha had told her that no respectable young woman went anywhere without an escort, and thus here she was.
Her original plan was to invite Tathar along, but seeing as he was perviously occupied with duties that Pandora herself should have been doing, it flashed across her mind to perhaps request Mathas to escort her.
Then just as quickly as that idea came to her, it disappeared. It probably wouldn't be best to allow Mathas to escort her else he be destined to sit there and watch as she... feasted upon others. Watch as she flirted and charmed her way with other addicts of a different choice of drug. Besides, Mathas was no longer loyal to her, but to Tathar. If she were to be escorted she didn't quite wish to have to deal with someone whom didn't care to do his job.
Her eye's once again returned to the floor, the legs of the table, for she couldn't very well see Tathar's own feet from her spot at the other end of the room just inside the archway. She would wait patiently, for she knew Mathas would be speaking up to answer his Master's inquiry before she would even be permitted an answer of her own.
What was this? Did he not have a voice? yes, he did. He could remember it quite clearly--just not, apparently, how to use it. After several moments, it finally came back to him along with his heartbeat, pounding in his ears, a litany of battle drums against his heated brain. How could he suggest there was an alternative to her? Did he not SEE her there, in all her respelendant glory? There was no mortal to be her match, especially not now that she looked a mortal. Oh, he was a fool to suggest such a thing--but--well, he was trying, so would Mathas. He just could think of nothing, and so sat there, mouth agape.
But then it occured to him. The BASTARD! Surely it was a test--he was testing Mathas' resolve! He had sworn to overcome this damned addiction, and the man was tempting him--TEMPTING HIM! He surely WANTED Mathas to fail, and that was why he was doing this, he never intended to work for Mathas' advantage!
Perhaps they both could see these thoughts whirring across his face even as he struggled to control them--which he did, although he could not smile. And when he did speak, his voice came out little more than a croak.
But he could not say that in front of Pandora. Who were they fooling? They all knew who the real master was
He would...simply have to struggle through it.
And what a struggle it was! surely less painful would it be for the lycan to have him stretched taut on the rack and whipped with razors! But he musn't let it show...never let it show. He acknowledge that Pandora was cutting him off, but could do little about it.
He twitched visibly when she mentioned going to the tavern. Surely she was jesting? She had never....well, it was little concern to him. He bitterly lowered his head humbly.
Well now...So Pandora planned to go to the Tavern, then? A different drink she was looking for, he thought....And was likely not very far off from the bullseye. Seeing as Mathas' attention was on her for the moment he took the oppportunity to send her a fleeting wink before the man had a chance to turn around and view it. An escort...? Well....Mathas was here...But he had no intentions of sending him along with her. No...there would be far too much temptation for him to keep a sane state of mind, as his current one was very flimsy at best...He would likely accost her for a "fix" before they even got out of the Tower door...No, someone else would have to suffice. But who...? His train of thought was interrupted by Mathas' words...His refusal. Of course, if it had seemed a test to the man it was nothing of the sort...but the situation did set a rather good one, and he had to accept that fact, as well as the fact that the man seemed to stick by his word on quitting his addiction. Notable enough in itself, since he was a fiend for Pandora's blood...In any case he simply nodded, calling to have a guard escort the man back to his cell. After all, he had no real reason to be out of it, now did he? He was technically still under punishment for his treasonous threat, and he watched as he was led away, albeit reluctantly, and did not reply to Pandora until he was sure that the man was well out of range of hearing.
Pandora simply watched silently as Tathar grasped the hang of summoning those required to do the dirty work. Somehow it was quite a turn on to see him in such control, and for a moment she almost wished he was able to hold that control over her as well. How nice it would be for someone else to take the reigns over her for once.
This thought caused her to grin a little more, and through appearances it would look as if she were grinning that poor Mathas was being led back to his cell. Afterall, no one had been able to read HER mind.
When Mathas disappeared from the Meeting Room, Pandora turned her eye's squarely onto Tathar. With no one else but the two of them in the Meeting Room, there was little need to continue the pretense that he was highly stationed above her.
She listened to his words, and a playful grin fixated on her lips, her eyebrows arching in a teasing temptation gesture.
Oh yes, she would enjoy herself immensly. Live feed was always better then weak already captivated ones. And the chance to toy with them would almost beat foreplay... A flashback of last eve flickered through her cheeks, causing her icy blue eyes to sparkle... Almost better.
She flashed him another grin, and then rose a single gloved hand to her lips. Pressing a kiss to two fingers on her hand, she then turned it palm out and waved those two fingers at him.
And quickly, she turned away from him so that he would not see the breaking grin that danced across her mortally painted face. Of course, she would collect the two guards whom had always escorted her any other day. At least, between the two of them, they would be strong enough to carry her home should she get her wish in finding an easy drunkard whom had a blood alcohol level high enough to share.
Her silent footfalls gave no indication that she was on the move, as she disappeared from the Meeting Room and headed towards the NightWorld Quarters where she would summon the two guards, instructing them to meet her at the Tower door in three minutes.
She then would head back to Williams Room and collect her cloak. Hopefully, by the time the two guards arrived, William will have helped her into her cloak and she would be all set for a pleasant night out on the town.
My oh my how teasing she was, tonight...And the way she was dressed did not help to quell the thoughts he was beginning to foster within the dark confines of his mind...He had become addicted to her, in a sense...but far from the way that Mathas was...No, he was yearning for her cold flesh, as well as her mind. She was one that he could have all the pleasure of earthly desires with, and at the same time he could share conversation with her, what little he had to offer, anyway...And that fact triggered his hormones faster than any woman had ever done. Of course, most men in his position would probably be jealous right now...Knowing that she was going to a building full of drunk men who wanted nothing more than to enjoy her...But he knew where she was returning to...And she knew that he would be waiting with open arms....So to speak. Likely, he would be long asleep by the time she returned, and that fact saddened him slightly. He would adore the chance to...play...with her again....and if she returned drunk off of blood then that would have made it all the more interesting...But in any case, he wished her a good evening and one more suggestive grin before returning his eyes to his duties, silently wondering when her gifts would arrive. Hopefully it would be soon, as he wanted to see the way she would react to being spoiled, but only slightly so.
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Five hours after sunset (10pm)
Believe it or not, Pandora felt as if she were growing restless. An obsurd ideal, seeing as she was an immortal and thus time meant very little to her. The past couple of evenings, however, have left something to be desired. Mind you, the eve just past was quite eventful in her opinion, but it didn't leave much for the rest of the time. She was standing in the middle of the dark NightWorld Library. The servants had not been by to light the torches since they hadn't received the order to do so by the Master of the City. This was to be expected, afterall, since he probably wasn't even aware he needed to give that order. He must have thought that they just magically lit and blew out themselves whenever someone approached.
Not that the darkness bothered her in the least. Actually, Pandora LeAmour perfered the darkness over the light. When you spent so much time hiding from the sun, your night vision began to improve even as your day vision disenerated. She could see better in the darkness then she could have were the place lit up.
She had absolutely no idea how long she had been standing there, to tell you the truth. Like I said, time means very little to someone whom was stuck in the same place for eternity. The only thing she was aware of, was the small voice in the back of her head that told her she'd been there for awhile.
When you are Master of a City, you were constantly on the go, making time either drag by or fly by, depending on how you chose to look at it. For Pandora, it made the centuries more bearable for she never found herself wondering what to do this year. There was always something to tend to, someone to torture. Laws to enforce. With a busy agenda, there wasn't much time to focus on... Well, time itself.
Now that Pandora was no longer acting as Master of the City, there were no duties to attend to. No people to terrorize into obeying. No reports to fill out, or battles to fight. Her sudden freedom didn't seem so... fun and desired anymore. She was almost certain it had only been a few days, but even to an immortal destined to live for eternity, those few days seemed awfully long.
Anyway, so there she was, standing alone in the darkness of the Library. Books to her right, books to her left. Books ahead and behind. Everywhere, books. Books and her. That was generally it.
Not for the first time, the realization that it had been all too long since she ventured forth from the Tower for anything that wasn't considered Business related. Perhaps this was because she wasn't very good at pretending to be Mortal. It had been so long, and she had spent so much time away from normal people, that she seemed to have simply forgotten what they were like. Or, perhaps, it was simply because she had always been to busy to actually have a life outside of her title. Her Tower.
Either way, as she stood there, she toyed with the idea of actually going out this evening. A nice feast within the Tavern would be quite enjoyable, don't you think? Sure, she could not get drunk of wines and ale, but she most certainly could get a nice buzz off of overloading on blood. And if she drank from a mortal whom was already drunk, it was perfectly possible to get drunk merely from drinking from them.
Of course, she'd have to be careful. Even a Master vampire had to be careful when they dared to risk that. It would require discretion, glamour, and mind rolling. Discretion to ensure no one caught on what she was doing to the poor fool, glamour to prevent said fool from catching on, and mind rolling to adjust their thoughts to erase any memory of her ever being there.
It was daunting and challanging and perhaps just the thing she needed to feel busy and alive again. After the eve before, she doubted anything would make her feel quiet alive again. But at least it was something to do...
He was here, seated within the chair at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of him blankly....He had no drive, this evening...No want or will to do anything. And not because of the evening prior's events...No, that left him very much refreshed and energetic...No, it was mainly due to the mundane and humdrum and repetitive work here with his temporary position...He felt as if he were slowly going mad. Unlike vampires, he was used to taking things faster than normal, driving through with determination, but this...This was one of the worst punishments he had ever faced...He would rather have had his face clawed away and dipped in boiling water than be subject to this for the rest of his life...With her mind made up, Pandora easily crossed the darkness of the Library, finding her way perfectly well. It was rare for her to bump into items. Imagine being locked in a single room for you're entire life. After a few years, you knew the surroundings better then you knew your own appearance, and thus could pinpoint where everything was without opening your eyes. It was the same situation within the Tower. Pandora had spent so much time in the Tower that now she could walk around, eye's closed, and not knock a single thing over. A skill that hadn't really been all that useful, since she wasn't exactly the type to find joy in blindfolding herself and testing that theory, but it served well enough when the place was cloaked in darkness.
When she reached the Drop, Pandora stepped off casually, as if it were but any other step. The fall down wasn't long enough to cause her simple gown to bell out around her, but she could feel a few strands of her hair give way to the sudden gravity pull. As she landed, Pandora bent her knees to better aid her balance, and the moment her slippered feet touched ground, she straightened her joints.
She had no need to glance around to be aware that William was in the room, seated at his usual table. She could sense the old boy. With a polite smile, Pandora called to him even as she crossed further into the room from the far corner where the ceiling opened up to accomodate the Drop.
"Good evening, William. Have you seen Bertha?"
She paused her journey at the side of his chair, watching and listening as he first greeted her and then informed her that he was unaware of where her personal attendant was located. She gave him another nod of her head, and resumed her walking, heading for the archway that seperated his post room from the hallway.
Turning right, Pandora then headed down the narrow hallway, heading towards the Holding Cells first. She didn't need to enter the room, for it was currently empty, but the two guards stationed outside the Holding Cells door would sufface, and as she approached she called to them.
"Have either of you seen Bertha?"
They snapped to attention, even though she was not speaking to them as the Master of the City, but a mere Vampire girl, and both instantly shook their head. She continued by them, giving a brisk nod of her head as she walked. Across from the Holding Cells was the Meeting Room, and she could already sense Tathar inside, his frustration all but screaming out of the archway.
Pandora struggled not to smirk, as she approached, and stepped under the archway that led from the Hallway into the Meeting Room.
"Good evening, Master. Have you seen Bertha?"
[/center]And even as he began to nurse the idea of banging his head against the table until he was relieved of his senses he heard the question directed to William from within his own room, and only now did he realise exactly how dark it was within these stone walls...Something he would have to remedy momentarily...For now he was busily trying to keep himself calm as since William had given a negative answer she was likely to enter here looking for another to ask, meaning he would be her next to inquire. He sincerely hoped that she would think no different of him after last night....as well as hoped that she would act no different, but he did not show as much....No, he listened as she asked the very same question to the guards within the holding cell area for but another negative answer....and then she appeared. He wished he could answer differently, but could not."I apologize, but I have not seen her, either. Is there anything in particular you need help with?"
[/center]She paused at the end of the table nearest the archway, and completely opposite of where Tathar currently sat. Both bare hands came to rest atop the back of the chair, casually. "Aye, there is indeed."
She'd never truely felt embarrassed before in as long as she could remember, and trust me she could remember an awfully long time, and yet suddenly it washed over her from head to toe, as if the paleness of her skin would turn a beautiful shade of crimson.
She had a perfectly good reason for seeking Bertha out, but something held her in check from sharing it with him. How pathetic would it sound that the Master vampire needed a mortal woman's aid in dressing, painting and fastening up her hair. How utterly embarrassing would it be to tell someone whom initially was human that she needed her servant to remind her of all those actions that mortals took for granted just so she could pass off as one of them when she reached the Tavern.
Her eye's watched him, all these thoughts flashing in her mind in but a brief moment of time. Finally, she parted her lips and spoke again.
"I wish to go out this evening, and Bertha will be needed to help me dress."
It was the truth, completely. She simply left out a few other minor details that supported her claim.
In all honesty her need for the woman's help was completely normal, a trend that had been going on for a good few centuries now, in fact. Royalty required the aid of others to help them dress and prepare for events or simple outings such as a hunt. And even though she was not royalty, persay, it was close enough, and therefore he would say nothing against it. But in any case, he still did not know where Bertha was. After all, he did not have her vampiric tracking abilities. Did she not know where her subjects were at all times? Of course he would not bring this up to her...And he folded his hands together atop the table in front of him, leaning back slightly in his chair as his eyes roamed for a moment until they settled on her own."Ah, well, I am afraid that I have not seen nor heard her all day."
[/right]She watched him as he took his sweet old time answering her, and was disappointed to see the answer didn't do her a world of good. Bowing her head to him, she replied. "Very well, sorry for the inturruption, Master."
She removed her arms from across the back of the chair and began stepping away from the table, and thus away from him. When she had backed far enough away that she now stood under the archway, she bowed her head once more, and turned to disappear from the Meeting Room.
Her form disappeared from sight and but a fraction of a second later, she stuck her head under the archway again and back into the line of sight from the Meeting Room. Her voice quiet and honest, with a thin hint of humor.
"I do not suppose you know anything about gowns, do you?"
[/center]He really wanted to be able to help her...No doubt she was enjoying her new bounty of free time to the fullest extent that she could...But he couldn't. He had really not seen nor heard from Bertha all day long, even though he never required her services himself, and he watched as she stepped back and away, moving from the room to continue her search, and he had only just torn his gaze from where she had disappeared and toward the table once more before she stuck her head back in, her question catching him off guard. As well versed in many things as he tried to be, the many applications of gowns had never really stood out as important to him, not being one to wear them himself, obviously...But now he was beginning to think that it would have been a wise investment to learn about....But sadly, yet again, he had no positive comment to give her this evening, an apologetic look on his features as he spoke let her know he was sincere."No, not really. I know how to remove them, and lace a few, but that is the limit of my knowledge."
[/center]She chuckled quietly, it all but a whisper as it escaped her slightly parted lips, the only indication was the grin on her face and the bouncing of her chest as the air passed through. Nodding first, her head then disappeared from sight again as she muttered quietly, perfectly well that were he listening for it, he'd hear. "Of that I have no doubt."
Of course he knew how to get them off. He had proven that just the even before, afterall, had he not? Besides, she had no doubt that she was not the first to experience that particular skill firsthand from him.
Still smiling to herself, Pandora shook her head and began walking once more, this time carrying her across the hallway towards the NightWorld Quarters. It was the last place Pandora had to look for the woman, and she hoped for both their sakes Bertha was waiting somewhere beyond that archway.
Her silent footfalls carried her through the chambers of those NightWorlder's that resided within the Tower itself. No one seemed overly surprised to see her there, which was to be expected considering she owned every single one of them.
As she walked, she inquired each she passed of the whereabouts of her personal attendant. Finally, when she was all but ready to give up, Pandora found Bertha sitting next to her daughter's cot, playing with a makeshift doll of some sort.
"Bertha, could you attend to me for a moment. I wish to go out this evening."
She watched and waited, or rather hovered, until Bertha placed the doll next to the sleeping child in the cot and rose to follow her out.
Turning on her heels, Pandora retreated from the small room, through the NightWorld Quarters and back into the hallway again, Bertha at her heels. The two of them walked single file down the hallway, and into William's post room. Whereas Pandora could make the easy jump from Ground floor to upper level where her quarters were, poor mortal Bertha could not.
Patiently waiting, Pandora crossed her's and Tathar's quarters and elected to settle on the bed. When Bertha reached the upper floor, Pandora allowed the woman to catch her breath before she would begin the orders. Afterall, she had just climbed two stories worth of pegs in the wall.
"Something simple but elegant shall do it this evening, Bertha. I think I shall travel to the Tavern for some... fun."
Bertha had grown up in the Tower. Her mother was Pandora's personal attendant before Bertha was born, and her mother before her, thus by now Bertha herself knew perfectly well what Pandora meant by 'fun'. While Bertha dug through the trunks for just the right gown, Pandora rose from the bed and slipped the straps of her evening gown over her shoulders, wiggling it down her form so that she could step out of it.
As Bertha helped her into the new gown, Pandora began growing excited with the prospect of a night out at the Tower without a single NightWorlder to tend to.
The gown in place, Pandora then settled onto the bed and allowed Bertha to begin working on her hair.
"Remind me again of the mortal tips I shall use while I am out, Bertha?"
And thus it began. While Bertha worked on tying Pandora's unrulely hair up off her neck, she recited the basics of Mortal living. Remembering to breath, fidget, blink. You know, all those mundane thing's mortals take for granted.
Their little....problem child in the holding cells had been grating on his nerves, and this guard had about enough. Most of the time the man spent sobbing. The rest he spent hooting and hollering. His heartbeat quickened enough to make the guard ravenous, but the man smelled of illess. Finally, when the wretch's pleadings for freedom got to be too irksome, as his whine was very high pitched, he couldn't handle it any more. He set off to find the Master, whom he found in the meeting rooms. He knocked and bowed."Master, that little fangbanger has been clamouring to be let out for nigh on four candlemarks now. I thought I'd better come to you to ask how to deal with the situation."
[/center]He watched as her head disappeared once more with a sly grin on his features, the events of the evening before playing over in his mind as if he were reliving them...Of course, he was but a man...And he had taken to occasionally seeking out companionship to lessen the sting of a lonely life for a night or two before, and thusly had gained a decent amount of experience in those matter...But now was not the time nor place for those thoughts. He had work to do...And as he cleared his throat, in effect clearing his mind of anything..inappropriate, he returned his attention once more to the work at hand. But first he called out to one of the guards, politely asking them if they would see to it that the torches within the Tower were lit so that others may find it a little more comfortable to see. Surely William had complained a time or two already about it being as dark as a cave in here this evening. And with that done he began to finish the night's paperwork, having dealt with the things that required personal attention earlier that day. Nothing too terribly strenuous, of course...Just some disagreements and whatnot. It seemed that there were no rogues about at the moment, so he was free of that chore, but even as he was believing that he would finish his duties early tonight he was cut short by the entrance of one of the cell guards, his request, while giving no names, could only mean one person, and while they had seemed to reach an understanding the night the Council had been present, he was loathe to think that that moment of clarity was still lingering over Mathas...But in any case he sighed and let it be known to release the man from his cell and send him this way, and with no detours of any kind.Mathas was having some...problems. He was going through some pretty aggravating withdrawals. Of course, he had gone longer with less, but....he now had some...psychological factors as well. Betrayal. Pain.There was another problem as well. True enough, he WAS withdrawing--but the blood had not yet left his system. This was bad--very bad, because each time he went to throw himself into the wall to take out his agony, he was doing it with full force--double damage. And so it was with added strength thrown in that he launched himself at the door, at the exact moment the guard opened it, sending the man sprawling. He regained his feet, but still stagged around a bit. Oh, the world, the world was spinning, why was his head spinning?
He shot the guard a hurt look as his directions were replayed, and shrugged them off. So the beastie--sorry, the Master wanted him to report directly--it wasn't bad enough that he'd already done one errand for the doggie--the Master today, to be calling him back already. His face was quite surly as he stalked to the meeting room.
"You wanted me to report, M-m...MASTER?"
[/center]Well rather than just sitting here and dreading the coming encounter with Mathas he chose to invest the time and finish what he had been working on for a good hour or so now...And it was finished quite quickly, as a matter of fact, now that he had the chance to clear his head and actually take a moment's respite from the infernal things...But that was a short lived moment or two of silence, as Mathas appeared much sooner than he had expected...To be honest, he had anticipated that the man would have simply gone wandering since he was free from the bars of his cell for now...Odd that he had actually come straight here post haste. Maybe he had been a little wrong about the man? After all, he was at least being a little more civil than normal."Yes. As I understand it, you have been giving the guards a spot of bother. Is something the matter?"
[/center]When Bertha completed her task of making Pandora appear as if she were but a simple 19 year old woman, Pandora rose from her propped position on the edge of the bed and tugged at the top helm of the gown. She was never all that fond of skin showing and these gowns seemed to invite a glimps of skin that simply ought not to be seen. "Thank you, Bertha. Just place the older gown with the wash and that will be all."
Pandora took hold of the matching gloves that Bertha held up for her, and while she struggled to slip them on, her slippered feet carried her once again towards the drop. This time the fall was much greater then the earlier one, and her gown bellowed out in a bell shaped dawn around her form.
The moment her slippered feet touched down on the ground floor, Pandora straightened her posture and adjusted the gloves once more. A simple deep red color, rising just above her elbows, these particular gloves would ensure not only that her pale hands would not be spotted, but that she didn't run the risk of reading anyones thoughts upon contact. And had she plans to get her hands on some mortals.
Smiling softly, nothing at all like the Master of the City, but rather like a girl whom was freshly from her wedding eve, Pandora nodded to William.
"Will you fetch me a cloak that will go nicely with my own, William? I shall be back to collect it in just a moment here."
Why, even her voice seemed a little too friendly. It's amazing what a little fun could do to old 'pale and thin' stuckup Master of the City.
Stepping from Williams Room, Pandora travelled down the hallway once more until she reached the archway of the Meeting Room. Inside, she could hear Mathas and instantly knew that both Tathar and Mathas were ingaged in conversation.
Pausing just outside of the room, Pandora glanced down at the gown she wore. She wasn't anything remotely near the most beautiful within the realm, but the job that Bertha had just completed did transform her quite well. She looked like a lush mortal girl rather then the undead grouch she usually was. Bertha had even managed to paint a faint blush on Pandora's pale cheeks.
Tathar's inquiry back to Mathas had Pandora hesitating. She stepped into the room and simply waited silently, her gloved hands holding a small portion of the fabric of her gown so that she would not step on the helm of her dress. A bell going to a ball, almost.
Usually she would command attention when she entered a room, not for her appearances but because of her position. Now for all intent, Tathar held that position, and thus Pandora remembered to bow her head. She stood there, her eye's at the table's legs where it met the floor, awaiting until she was addressed.
Was something the matter? WAS SOMETHING THE MATTER? How could he sit there and ask him that? He thought about everything that was the matter--First, Pandora's lying, tempting betrayal, leading him on for so long, getting him addicted in all the worst ways to her and never providing him respite. All these fleabag muttgutters coming into town, disturbing the peace, demanding to sit beside the masters as equal rather than beg for scraps underneathe the table. Then Pandora's abrupt decision to give him--the worst of them all-- such a high position, and the fact that he now could barely see straight, and he was asking him what was wrong? Oh no. Oh no no no. He couldn't be having that. Bad dogs that deliberately try to aggravate the higher races deserve sharp smacks on the nose! Why, he even half raised his hand--and stopped. Looking pained, he ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing up tufts of it, even as he forced his smile into a sick twist of the lips. He was so agonized that he didn't even really see Tathar, whom was right in front of him, much less Pandora--at first."I'm just finding this time a bit.......rough, sir...I assure you that I am doing the best that I can."
At that point he did raise his eyes, which were completely bloodshot and rimmed with red, and caught sight of Pandora. For a moment, HE might have been a vampire, for all color drained from his cheeks, his breath caught in his throat, and his heart stopped. He could not speak another word.
As he sat there, silently and patiently waiting for Mathas' reply, he let his mind wander to other things...Better things...And inappropriate things, all in attempt to put himself in a better mood, but his attention was brought back rather savagely as Mathas raised his hand....The initial movement had been quick...very unlike a simple move to brush one's hair away, and he narrowed his eyes, wondering if the man had simply tried to cover up another intended action....But as he had not carried through with it these were merely suspicions and held no real ground...But he would be sure to watch Mathas' movements very closely from that point on. He could not afford to have him try to attack him again, now could he? After all, that was how he had ended up saddled with this punishment....This agonizing duty that made him want to scream at the top of his lungs and claw at his eyes...An animal was not meant to sit idly like this, after all....But no, these thoughts were removed even as Mathas spoke, his attention moving to the sight of pandora, looking as if she were a supple and warm young woman...Why, he felt that she looked practically good enough to eat."Is there no alternative that would appease your cravings...? For if there is I am sure I would be able to arrange it. Ah, Pandora....I see that you found Bertha after all, and what a lovely job she had done."
[/center]She had no need to look up to sense the change in Mathas, and the corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly. Completely unnoticable given the angle her face currently was. She had not expected Mathas to be here when she elected to head this way. The fact that he was played little part in her plans. When Tathar spoke her name, Pandora's head snapped up and she gave a lopsided grin, as if bashfully blushing. The paint job supported the illusion that she was embarrassed, though initially she was quite pleased with his remark. Cutting William off before he had a chance to reply, she murmured.
"Aye, thank you Master. It pleases me that you like it."
Her eye's glanced once more to Mathas, standing there mutely, and she continued, blurting her words in before Mathas had a chance to reply to the inquiry Tathar set before him.
"I am sorry to inturrupt you and your loyal servant, Master, but I thought to inform you I am leaving to the Tavern this evening and wondered if perhaps you could spare an escort for me."
She had never left the Tower before without two guards escorting her, but seeing as she was no longer Master of the City, at least as far as every other NightWorlder was aware of, she wasn't certain how necessicary these guards were. Besides, Bertha had told her that no respectable young woman went anywhere without an escort, and thus here she was.
Her original plan was to invite Tathar along, but seeing as he was perviously occupied with duties that Pandora herself should have been doing, it flashed across her mind to perhaps request Mathas to escort her.
Then just as quickly as that idea came to her, it disappeared. It probably wouldn't be best to allow Mathas to escort her else he be destined to sit there and watch as she... feasted upon others. Watch as she flirted and charmed her way with other addicts of a different choice of drug. Besides, Mathas was no longer loyal to her, but to Tathar. If she were to be escorted she didn't quite wish to have to deal with someone whom didn't care to do his job.
Her eye's once again returned to the floor, the legs of the table, for she couldn't very well see Tathar's own feet from her spot at the other end of the room just inside the archway. She would wait patiently, for she knew Mathas would be speaking up to answer his Master's inquiry before she would even be permitted an answer of her own.
What was this? Did he not have a voice? yes, he did. He could remember it quite clearly--just not, apparently, how to use it. After several moments, it finally came back to him along with his heartbeat, pounding in his ears, a litany of battle drums against his heated brain. How could he suggest there was an alternative to her? Did he not SEE her there, in all her respelendant glory? There was no mortal to be her match, especially not now that she looked a mortal. Oh, he was a fool to suggest such a thing--but--well, he was trying, so would Mathas. He just could think of nothing, and so sat there, mouth agape."Ah...well..."
But then it occured to him. The BASTARD! Surely it was a test--he was testing Mathas' resolve! He had sworn to overcome this damned addiction, and the man was tempting him--TEMPTING HIM! He surely WANTED Mathas to fail, and that was why he was doing this, he never intended to work for Mathas' advantage!
Perhaps they both could see these thoughts whirring across his face even as he struggled to control them--which he did, although he could not smile. And when he did speak, his voice came out little more than a croak.
"N-no M-m-m..."
But he could not say that in front of Pandora. Who were they fooling? They all knew who the real master was
He would...simply have to struggle through it.
And what a struggle it was! surely less painful would it be for the lycan to have him stretched taut on the rack and whipped with razors! But he musn't let it show...never let it show. He acknowledge that Pandora was cutting him off, but could do little about it.
He twitched visibly when she mentioned going to the tavern. Surely she was jesting? She had never....well, it was little concern to him. He bitterly lowered his head humbly.
"No, thank you sir. I'll just struggle through it."
[/center]Well now...So Pandora planned to go to the Tavern, then? A different drink she was looking for, he thought....And was likely not very far off from the bullseye. Seeing as Mathas' attention was on her for the moment he took the oppportunity to send her a fleeting wink before the man had a chance to turn around and view it. An escort...? Well....Mathas was here...But he had no intentions of sending him along with her. No...there would be far too much temptation for him to keep a sane state of mind, as his current one was very flimsy at best...He would likely accost her for a "fix" before they even got out of the Tower door...No, someone else would have to suffice. But who...? His train of thought was interrupted by Mathas' words...His refusal. Of course, if it had seemed a test to the man it was nothing of the sort...but the situation did set a rather good one, and he had to accept that fact, as well as the fact that the man seemed to stick by his word on quitting his addiction. Notable enough in itself, since he was a fiend for Pandora's blood...In any case he simply nodded, calling to have a guard escort the man back to his cell. After all, he had no real reason to be out of it, now did he? He was technically still under punishment for his treasonous threat, and he watched as he was led away, albeit reluctantly, and did not reply to Pandora until he was sure that the man was well out of range of hearing."Of course. Choose anyone you like. Sadly, I am preoccupied, else I would do it myself. But I hope you enjoy yourself all the same."
[/center]Pandora simply watched silently as Tathar grasped the hang of summoning those required to do the dirty work. Somehow it was quite a turn on to see him in such control, and for a moment she almost wished he was able to hold that control over her as well. How nice it would be for someone else to take the reigns over her for once. This thought caused her to grin a little more, and through appearances it would look as if she were grinning that poor Mathas was being led back to his cell. Afterall, no one had been able to read HER mind.
When Mathas disappeared from the Meeting Room, Pandora turned her eye's squarely onto Tathar. With no one else but the two of them in the Meeting Room, there was little need to continue the pretense that he was highly stationed above her.
She listened to his words, and a playful grin fixated on her lips, her eyebrows arching in a teasing temptation gesture.
"Thank you, I intend just that."
Oh yes, she would enjoy herself immensly. Live feed was always better then weak already captivated ones. And the chance to toy with them would almost beat foreplay... A flashback of last eve flickered through her cheeks, causing her icy blue eyes to sparkle... Almost better.
"Tis a shame you cannot join me, m'darlin. Alas, duty does come first and I quite understand that position. I shall simply have to make do with the drunkards whom all seem to gather at the Tavern looking for but two thinks. Alcohol, and easy women. Tonight, I shall be both."
She flashed him another grin, and then rose a single gloved hand to her lips. Pressing a kiss to two fingers on her hand, she then turned it palm out and waved those two fingers at him.
"Ta-ta, Master. Do not wait up."
And quickly, she turned away from him so that he would not see the breaking grin that danced across her mortally painted face. Of course, she would collect the two guards whom had always escorted her any other day. At least, between the two of them, they would be strong enough to carry her home should she get her wish in finding an easy drunkard whom had a blood alcohol level high enough to share.
Her silent footfalls gave no indication that she was on the move, as she disappeared from the Meeting Room and headed towards the NightWorld Quarters where she would summon the two guards, instructing them to meet her at the Tower door in three minutes.
She then would head back to Williams Room and collect her cloak. Hopefully, by the time the two guards arrived, William will have helped her into her cloak and she would be all set for a pleasant night out on the town.
My oh my how teasing she was, tonight...And the way she was dressed did not help to quell the thoughts he was beginning to foster within the dark confines of his mind...He had become addicted to her, in a sense...but far from the way that Mathas was...No, he was yearning for her cold flesh, as well as her mind. She was one that he could have all the pleasure of earthly desires with, and at the same time he could share conversation with her, what little he had to offer, anyway...And that fact triggered his hormones faster than any woman had ever done. Of course, most men in his position would probably be jealous right now...Knowing that she was going to a building full of drunk men who wanted nothing more than to enjoy her...But he knew where she was returning to...And she knew that he would be waiting with open arms....So to speak. Likely, he would be long asleep by the time she returned, and that fact saddened him slightly. He would adore the chance to...play...with her again....and if she returned drunk off of blood then that would have made it all the more interesting...But in any case, he wished her a good evening and one more suggestive grin before returning his eyes to his duties, silently wondering when her gifts would arrive. Hopefully it would be soon, as he wanted to see the way she would react to being spoiled, but only slightly so.