I enjoyed my reflection while it lasted. The older the vampire got, the more his reflection would fade. Father said having no reflection meant having no soul. I guess it took a while for the soul to finally depart, leaving only Thirst.
I ran my hands down the fine material of my battle dress, feeling every, single, reinforced thread. I was ready…I was ready to go basically into war and kill whatever stood in my path. Part of me wondered when it would end, and the other part of me laughed at thinking such thoughts. This war had reigned over vampires and werewolves for the last fifteen hundred years, it wasn’t going to end. I was always going to have to go out and kill things that never wanted to be what they were. I was the one who had to watch as the turned Lycan’s reverted back into their true forms, I was the one who had to look at their faces, twisted in agony or fear.
Only born Lycans stayed Lycans when they died, though they were often far harder to kill.
There was a sharp rap at my door, “My lady,” it was Henry’s voice, he sounded distressed, “Mistress Lucille requested me to tell you to hurry, and that she wasn’t getting any younger,” I let out a laugh and I could almost see Henry’s shift in demeanor. “Alright,” I said opening the door, before smiling at him, “Seems I am dearly needed by the aging immortal, you are free to go, Henry.” He grinned at me before bowing and heading back down the hallway.
I turned and stared my way down corridor, to my sitting room, smirking slightly, finding the door, I opened it and stepped in. All other three of the Shadowdancers stood at my entering.
I grinned at the blonde woman known as Lucille. “Feeling the apprehension of Immortality, Lucille?” I asked, my eyebrow raised, she just grinned before giving me a slight hug. “So…what are we doing exactly?” Soren asked from where he was seated, running a whet-stone over the edge of his axe.
"Lord Kain thought it best to embarrass Amelia, so she wants to leave..." Marcus' snide voice caught my attention and I turned to glare at the raven haired warrior. A cocky smile was sewn onto his face. "Basically..." Lucille
I ran my hands down the fine material of my battle dress, feeling every, single, reinforced thread. I was ready…I was ready to go basically into war and kill whatever stood in my path. Part of me wondered when it would end, and the other part of me laughed at thinking such thoughts. This war had reigned over vampires and werewolves for the last fifteen hundred years, it wasn’t going to end. I was always going to have to go out and kill things that never wanted to be what they were. I was the one who had to watch as the turned Lycan’s reverted back into their true forms, I was the one who had to look at their faces, twisted in agony or fear.
Only born Lycans stayed Lycans when they died, though they were often far harder to kill.
There was a sharp rap at my door, “My lady,” it was Henry’s voice, he sounded distressed, “Mistress Lucille requested me to tell you to hurry, and that she wasn’t getting any younger,” I let out a laugh and I could almost see Henry’s shift in demeanor. “Alright,” I said opening the door, before smiling at him, “Seems I am dearly needed by the aging immortal, you are free to go, Henry.” He grinned at me before bowing and heading back down the hallway.
I turned and stared my way down corridor, to my sitting room, smirking slightly, finding the door, I opened it and stepped in. All other three of the Shadowdancers stood at my entering.
I grinned at the blonde woman known as Lucille. “Feeling the apprehension of Immortality, Lucille?” I asked, my eyebrow raised, she just grinned before giving me a slight hug. “So…what are we doing exactly?” Soren asked from where he was seated, running a whet-stone over the edge of his axe.
"Lord Kain thought it best to embarrass Amelia, so she wants to leave..." Marcus' snide voice caught my attention and I turned to glare at the raven haired warrior. A cocky smile was sewn onto his face. "Basically..." Lucille
