Will You Survive Graduation?


 
HomeCalendarFAQSearchMemberlistUsergroupsRegisterLog in
Information
Resources
Admin
Census
Fae: 13
Humans:
3
Vampires:
12
Werewolves:
8
Witches/Wizards:
6
Citizens:
11
Students:
13
School Staff:
18
Males:
18
Females:
24
Forum Quick Links
Affiliates
redcarpet&&rebellion. Total Drama Website - Directory of the Best Role-Play Sites New Born Muse RPGfix The Shoebox RP Temple!

Glitter Web Directory RPGCollection

PFT aff
Credits
Written Content by Ash
Graphics by Sally and Ash
Coding by Ash

Share | 
 

 Down Memory Lane

View previous topic View next topic Go down 
Go to page : 1, 2, 3, 4  Next
AuthorMessage
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Down Memory Lane   Wed Oct 31, 2012 1:22 am



March 28, 1923

It was time of change, a time were jazz and liquor were the highlight of the era. Here in New York City, those two things were at the top of the ladder. Elizabetia had just moved here for France, her quest to find Sebastian seemed to never end and took her to every corner of the world. A friend of hers had begged her to take a small reprieve from her searching and come visit him in New York at his new hotel. At first she had declined, but after much persuasion she decided that she would go. What's the worse that could happen?

The City That Never Sleeps. New York lived up to it's name. She had been in the city for two weeks now and sure enough there wasn't a moment that some part of the city was sleeping. Everything was alive and bustling. Right now, it was raining rather roughly, the large drops of rain pelted her umbrella with an unsteady rhythm as she walked down the streets of Time Square. She had just come from a meeting over some antiques when the storm seemed to hit out of no where. Luckily she had brought an umbrella.

As the vampire walked something caught her eye. A woman, was sitting on the corner in the rain. Why? She had no clue, it was quite cold out even for a vampire. Her body was dirty, even with the rain falling over her form making her clothing stick to her like a second skin. Tilting her head slightly she walked in front of the girl and bent down. Eliza's knee's were close to her chest as she stared at the woman in front of her. For some reason something about the poor girl called to her. Pursing her lips slightly she stood and whistled for a cab. One came to the curb in a matter of moments. Looking down at the woman she placed the handle of the umbrella in her hands to block out the freezing rain.

"It'll get better." she said over the roar of the falling rain. She didn't know what was wrong with the woman, but whatever it was...it would get better. Turning she slid into the back of the cab and looked at her through the window. "It'll get better." she repeated pushing her now wet hair off her shoulders as the cab drove on.

((ooc- I remember us talking about Eliza finding France on the street so I decided to put her there during a rain storm. If you want I can change it Smile ))

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Thu Nov 01, 2012 7:45 pm

It had been a rough week, to say the least. Hell, Francesca had lost track of the time. It could have been a month or more since Salvatore was killed, but she was still under the grip of the Mafia. They knew her habits and knew the way she moved better than she did herself, and they kept her as their weapon even after their leader’s throat was cut. They, of course, knew Francesca did it, but kept a tighter leash on the robotic vampire assassin.

Only an hour prior she had killed a man who couldn’t make his payments. His young wife would come home to find her husband dead and their possessions cleaned out by the crew that followed the assassin. She did her job, and was in an out in less than five minutes like some sort of silent attack dog.

The vampire was supposed to be onto her next assignment, but something trapped her. The weight of the murders was weighing her down, making her feel weak as a human who couldn’t quite catch their breath. What was this strange feeling? Why was it bothering her so much? It had been too long since the vampire felt guilt, and it was a foreign concept to her now. Instead of standing up and dusting herself off she slowed down to lean in an alley but the crew that followed to clean house also followed to keep Francesca in line. As soon as she stopped rather than moving onto her next job six men cornered her and reminded her just why she couldn’t escape the Mafia.

Bruised and battered she stumbled out of the alley like some low life alcoholic. One arm draped across her stomach and she clenched her jaw, swallowing the blood that was in her mouth. The vampire groaned and knitted her brows. After all the years she had been a vampire she had never learned how to slow down and let herself heal. Instead she moved until she broke, and break she did a few blocks over. Her body slumped down as it began to rain and drench her aching bones. Her black hair mangled against her face and her clothes clung to her skin. Had she been human she would have shivered down to her core, and would have stayed in the very spot she sat had it not been for a stranger who dared to get close to her. The words the woman said repeated slowly in the assassin’s mind as she stared at her, dazed and bewildered until the woman was gone and out of sight. She looked up to to see that the rain was no longer falling on her, and there was an umbrella in her hands. What had happened? The smell that lingered left her with a familiar feeling.

Days prior Francesca had been given a piece of clothing that belonged to Elizabetia Romanov. There were men in her circle that wanted Romanov dead, only to get their hands on her fortune and possessions. They gave France the clothing for her to track her once she had come to America, and that smell lingered in her nose like a pie to a cartoon. Within moments Francesca was on her feet, clutching the umbrella before tossing it behind the nearest dumpster.

It was easy for the assassin to follow the cab. She moved swiftly through the city she knew so well, her eyes locked on her prey like a predator in the jungle it called home. The vampire took a few twists and turns and snuck through alleys to shake off the crew that followed, it was simple sine they weren’t expecting her to go on the move so quickly.

The hotel that the cab pulled into was well lit and a door man greeted Elizabetia Romanov at the door after he opened her cab. From afar the wet vampire watched, sunken down far enough in the shadows to stay hidden until she thought of a better plan. Francesca knew the lay of the land well enough to sneak into the glamorous hotel, and break into the Romanov suite without being seen, heard, or even smelled. There she waited, pulling her hair back into a slick bun as she threw her fate into the air. She wasn’t there to kill Romanov like she had been ordered to, but to warn her.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:01 pm



The ride to the hotel was fairly quiet the cabby tried to make conversation but she wasn't in the mood for it. Instead she idly flipped through the pages of her journal; scratching out the name of the most recent collectable to add to her collection. Soon the blaring lights of Dante's newest hotel came into view. How he managed to talk her into coming here was completely beyond her but she was here at least for a couple of weeks before returning to France. She needed a vacation even if she didn't want to admit it.

Slipping her journal into her jacket pocket she took the Doorman's hand and stepped out of the cab. It was a lovely hotel, very elegant and top of the line. A few actors and models were currently staying there not that she paid them any mind. Instead she walked in with her head held high, ignoring the looks the other patrons gave her for her wet appearance. Still she didn't really know why she gave the girl her umbrella. Elizabetia detested getting wet. But something about her just told her to offer her some form of kindness. So, now she was walking through an expensive hotel, her hair was damp, her clothing clung to her form. It was the middle of March so it was bitterly cold but she didn't care not one bit.

The older vampire didn't miss the group of men that watched her as she made her way to the elevator. Since her arrival to the states she had noticed a few men following her around town. They thought they were keeping a distance but in truth she could see them as clear as day. It wasn't until her favorite shirt went missing that she started to suspect something was amiss but she kept her mouth closed for now. After all this was a very exclusive hotel, security was tight and most of them were vampires. But that didn't mean she let her guard down even for a moment.

Stepping into elevator she rocked slightly on her heels and waited for the door to ding. Once on her floor she walked to her door and turned the key. The door opened to a finely dressed butler. Bowing at the waist he took her bag and tilted his head slightly. "Why in the world are you wet mistress?" he asked taking her dripping coat from her shoulders and shook the fabric lightly to get rid of the lingering droplets. "I gave my umbrella to a girl on the street." she said flipping through the mail on the table. Taking a seat in her chair she sighed and accepted the steaming cup of tea from her butler. "That was very kind of you mistress."

Eliza merely waved her hand and sighed heavily. Tomorrow she would go to the marina and talk to the overseer to see if she could get an updated map of surrounding water ways. While she was here she would secretly search for Sebastian not that she'd tell Dante.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:36 am

What was she doing? What had come over the normally cold and heartless assassin? As Francesca stood silent in the dark room she contemplated her fate as it hung so desperately in the air. Why she had never kicked her heel and run away from the Mafia men was so strange, but so typical of her. She had never been out on her own. She had never had a chance to think for herself, but this was her opportunity. Something must have been in the blood of that newsboy she drank two days ago, or perhaps it was the hunger truly getting to her now. Whatever it was, it meant change for the wild vampire.

The words spoken by the two vampires meant nothing to Ms. Boticelli. Her mind was struggling to shut down and switch to assassin mode as it often did because, for once, she was fighting it. After a few seconds of deliberation she stepped out from the dark room silently, creeping through the beautiful hotel room like a killer with no intention to kill. She moved with the stealth of a jungle cat through the forest but soon stopped when she saw the woman who had helped her. It was the only compassion Francesca had been shown in … in… How long had it been? The last time she remembered compassion was with Benicio when he comforted her after their master lashed out.

“Run.” Her voice was smooth and low. Her eyes were wild but concentrated on the older vampire in the room. “Leave town, and don’t look back.” Every muscle in her body was tense as she waited for the attention to weigh on her. “You must flee, Elizabetia Romanov.” Not only did Elizabetia need to flee, but Francesca did as well. The men who followed her wouldn’t be distracted for long and they would know that something was up within the hour. There was very little time to explain, and Francesca wasn’t one for explanations so she looked to Elizabetia’s caretaker, or whatever he was. “Take your Master out of town, servant. She’s in danger here.”

Before the knock even came to the door Francesca was aware of the vampire in the hall. A loud, steady knock came at the door as Dante stood outside and spoke clearly. “Ms. Romanov?” The deep voice boomed through the door, and in the blink of an eye Francesca was gone.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 2:25 pm



Eliza had been so tired that she had failed to notice the other vampire in the room. Which even if she had been more alert would have proved difficult for the woman blended into her surrounding easily. Eliza brought the cup to her lips and sipped the steaming liquid. Just as she was about to close her eyes she heard Francesca's voice. Instantly she was on her feet. the cup shattering to the floor in a ray of blue porcelean. Niles was instantly in front of her, his eyes narrowed dangerously on the filthy woman in front of him. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" he asked sternly.

Obviously the security was not as tight as she thought it was if this woman could easily slip into her room and pass Niles undetected. Eliza tilted her head slightly at the woman's words. Run? Why on earth would she run? Eliza had only run from one thing in her life and she certainly wasn't going to start doing it again. "Why on Earth would I do that? I have business here and I can't simply leave town." it would be very unprofessional not to mention leave a very bad impression of herself in the eyes of others. Niles took a step closer to his mistress not trusting the woman in front of him for a moment. A lot of people know Eliza's name, she was a well respected woman but he didn't like the fact that someone like France knew it.

"Who are you?"Niles asked once more before the knock came to the door. He turned his gaze from the intruder to look out the peep hole at the vampire in the hall and when he turned back she was gone. As if vanishing from thin air. Eliza was just as Shocked to see the woman missing as if she had never been there to begin with. She looked around the hotel room but found no one. What a strange woman. Niles opened the door and gave a slight bow to Dante. "Good evening sir." Niles said formally allowing him enterance into the hotel room. Eliza was standing by the open window gazing out at the city life of New York. Who was that woman? And why did she come here to tell her to run?

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Guest
Guest



PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:00 pm

Francesca didn’t bother answering any of the woman’s questions. She said what she said, then got the hell out of the room when someone else was near. It was the way of an assassin; either kill the intruders or slip out unseen. There was not a trace of her left behind, and hardly a scent lingered in the room.

The scent would hit Dante Benicio and sink down into his gut, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Dante Giovanni Benicio stood outside the door clad in a beautiful black suit as he waited patiently. His hands folded behind his back and his head bowed slightly until he heard the voices muffled from inside. That was the thing about his hotels, privacy came with the soundproofed walls but even vampires could hear the faint muffle of voices through them. Still, it helped conceal whatever was inside.

When Niles opened the door Dante nodded to him in greeting and strode passed him boldly. “Evening, Niles.” Immediately after he spoke he realized something was different. The expression on Niles’ face, not to mention the look on Eliza’s and the strange aroma that lingered. Someone else had been here. Someone familiar that made Dante’s cold dead heart shudder and ache in it’s grave. “What’s happened here, my dear Elizabetia?” The vampire asked coolly. His chin tilted upright slightly as he inhaled and began to patrol the room and look for any evidence of a mishap. “Who was here? Are you alright?” How did they even get in? Without missing a step he went to the phone and picked it up, ringing the security and spoke in a low tone. “Lock it down until further notice. Yes…. No.” A few short grunts followed that along then he hung up and looked to Elizabetia and looked her over. Was she hurt? “Tell me everything that happened… And…” He looked at her hair and crinkled his brow. “Why are you wet?”
Back to top Go down
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:23 pm



What a stange woman. Obviously she had come here to warn her for something and that would no doubt get her on the wrong side of someone's hit list. Still, the girl had done a brave thing coming to warn her. Should she leave? No, she wasn't the type to run. The vampire leaned against the window sill and wrapped her arms around herself her head turning slightly to look at Dante as he walked through the room. Obviously he was just as startled as she was.

Niles cleaned up the mess on the floor and made Eliza anoter cup of tea and offered one to Dante as well. Eliza took the cup gently between her fingers and rolled the liquid around the rim of the glass. "There was someone in my room." she said matter-of-factly bringing the steaming liquid to her lips and taking a silent sip. Her gaze returning outside. It was rather cold outside, even for a vampire. The girl was now in danger because of what she had done. Did she have anywhere to go? Eliza pursed her lips slightly as she pondered over her thoughts.

Blinking slowly she turned to Dante as he looked her over. She wasn't hurt, nor was she in danger, at least not at this moment. She didn't understand why he was making such a fuss. Slowly picking up a strand of her still wet hair she shrugged slightly and tossed it over her shoulder. "I gave my umbrella to a girl on the street...I have a feeling that she was the same girl who was in my room." It would make since, no one else would have followed her all the way here and risk getting caught. "Don't worry your pretty little head Dante, I'm fine."

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Guest
Guest



PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:49 pm

Any infiltration, no matter how small it seemed to other’s, was a mistake on Dante’s end that he would not stand for. His security staff would pay for this and by morning someone’s head would roll. If the aroma in the room hadn’t had Dante’s head spinning he would have gone out after the woman himself to hang her by her scruff. Something was different though, but all so familiar…

“What did she look like?” He asked in a professional voice. “What did she say?” The scent was obviously female. Dante finally stood still and crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching Eliza with a scowl though it wasn’t intended for her. It was his concentration expression and it was a common look on his face. He glanced to Niles and shook his head at the offer for tea.

“That’s what you get for showing compassion, Eliza.” His crack at sarcasm though there was no smile to give away that he was kidding. Dante wasn’t a man who smiled often, at least he didn’t smile sincerely often. Eliza was one of the few who had seen that smile but it was a rare occurrence. “I want to move your room to keep you safe. I don’t like that some hood rat was able to break in here. I’ll have her head by morning.”

Little did he know.
Back to top Go down
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:35 pm



She could tell Dante was upset, it was his hotel after all and he prided himself on good service and security. She had no doubt someone would pay dearly for this slip up and no matter what she said, he wouldn't change his mind. It was just the way he was, but it was also what made him Dante. She wouldn't change anything about him. Would the girl come back? That was the question that pondered Eliza's mind. It was a 50/50 chance. Eliza wanted her to come back, she wanted to talk to her. One simply did not put their lives on the line for others out of the kindness of their hearts. Especially assassins.

Oh yes, the girl was definitely an assassin, it was the only explination as to how she could have sneaked into her room undetected by security, Niles and herself. Eliza hadn't had an assassin after her in nearly three centuries. It almost brought a smile to her face. Blinking rapidly she cleared her throat, almost missing Dante's question. "I didn't get a good look at her. But she simply told me to run, to leave and not look back. It would seem my being in town has stirred up some trouble. No doubt they are after the artifacts I have in my collection. But I don't run from my problems." she said firmly handing Niles her tea cup.

Walking behind a white screen she slowly peeled of the wet clothing from her body and tossed it lazily over the side. Her arm peaked out from behind the screen only long enough to grasp the rose pink nightgown that hung on the side of the bed before disappearing again. "I'm staying right where I am Dante." she said walking out from behind the screen brushing her hair. "You have a hotel full of guests. The rooms are booked and I am comfortable. If she comes again then she comes, if not then we have nothing to worry about. Whoever is after me obviously knows that his or her plans have been foiled and wouldn't be stupid enough to attack now." she sat down her brush and lifted her hair to expose her back to him. "Be a dear and zip up my night gown please."

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Guest
Guest



PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:05 am

It was a failure on the part of the security team that Dante prided himself in. Not only that, but it was an embarrassment. He had tried for so long to get Eliza state side and when he finally succeeded he had her in danger. The vampire would have hung his head in shame had he not been such a proud and dominant creature.

“Then allow me to provide extra security for your belongings. I’ll send the staff to bring another safe more equipped for your collection.” The things Eliza carried with her were nothing to Dante, he only cared that she was safe. She was right though. No one would bother her now that she was onto them. She was old enough to protect herself, but Dante couldn’t help but feel the need to do it for her.

The younger vampire was about to argue more whole heartedly that she needed to move but she caught his tongue when she slipped behind the white screen. He stood patiently, his hands going behind his back and he cleared his throat when her arm slipped out to grab her gown. It was obvious Elizabetia could have had the stern business owner jump through hoops if she truly wanted, but he kept himself professional. Besides, Dante would have had his own way to bend over backwards for her if needed.

When she turned her back to him he stood rigid. He stared down at her delicate skin and gently brushed away a stray strand of hair then hesitated slightly before zipping her nightgown up and exhaling slowly. He watched her back, then looked to her hair and touched it gently. “I just want you to be safe.” It was a rare moment when Dante was so gentle and caring, and that emotion would drop as soon as he was out the door and ready to bark orders to his staff. For now he enjoyed the softness he showed Eliza, and even offered her a small smile when she looked to him. “You’re sure you can’t describe her to me? Not even height or hair color?” He glanced to Niles looking for any indication of who he might try to catch and gave him a look to speak up.
Back to top Go down
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:07 pm



Dante was a good man, many read him wrong. Perhaps he wanted to be read that way but she knew the truth, he was a kind man a good man. A man that many would kill to have. Beneath all that cold exterior was a warm heart and soul. She knew that was a big blow for him, but she didn't mind. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and ran her thumb over his cheek bone. "Don't fret, everything will be fine." she said calmly not one bit phased by their earlier scare.

Eliza allowed him to do as he pleased, she knew there was no point in arguing over small things like an extra safe. But it would do very little against vampire theives who can easily pick up the safe but that was for another time. Perhaps it wasn't even vampires that were after her, just humans with vamprire body guards. It's happened before, though it is uncommon. Still, greed ran in all colors. Not just supernatural.

"Dante darling, I'll be fine. I have Niles and knowing you I'll have a team of highly trained security members outside my door. You shouldn't worry so much." She felt comforted by the fact that someone wanted to protect her. Standing on the tips of he toes she kised his cheek softly and smiled. The poor man needed a vacation. He was far to stressed for her liking. Niles turned away from his question when Dante looked at him, Niles had gotten a good look at the woman though he wouldn't tell if his mistress told him not to. "No I'm sorry. " she stretched her arms high above head and gave short yawn. "I'm sorry to have to do this but I am rather tired. Come back in the morning We'll have breakfast and chat alright."

Niles bowed slightly and lead Dante to the door opening it for the vampire to leave before closing it softly and turning to his mistress. "Leave the window open...in case she returns." Niles blanched slightly and nervously locked the window in place to keep it open. They were on the top floor of the hotel, but the woman had gotten up here before she could do it again. "Are you sure she'll even return Mistress?" Eliza shrugged and pulled back the blankets of the bed slipping into their silken splendor happily. "She's an assassin, she'll return to see if I listened to her. When she comes...I plan to have a chat with her.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 12:14 am

Don’t fret, don’t worry. Normally Dante was the most even tempered man and kept his cool about his business and clients, but Eliza was more than just a client. She was a friend, and Mr. Benicio cherished the very few friends that he had. Plus it didn’t help his ego any that some wretched street walker had broken into the hotel, and into one of his finest suites. It ruffled his feathers and put him on edge, but he nodded at Eliza’s request to leave. “Promise me that you will call for any reason.” The professional man took Elizabetia’s hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Any reason at all, Ms. Romanov.”

They would never expect her to go back after the Romanov, it would be stupid, suicidal; yet there she was. Hours had gone by and Francesca had been on the run until her feet ached and there were nearly holes in the soles of her shoes. Had she been a human she would had never caught her breath again. Her black hair was matted against her forehead and she felt like a dog from the pound, or a convict on the run for their life. Really how different was she from them?

She didn’t know why or what she was doing, but France soon was inside the hotel room that doomed her again. The lights were out and there wasn’t a sound, not even as she walked through the rooms. Her footsteps were silent along with every movement she made, and soon she found herself standing and staring at the woman she risked her life to save – but why? What was so special about her? Why had she decided to be kind to the fragile assassin and caused her to snap? She fucked her. She messed with her mentality and caused a shift in the normally robotic and well broken assassin.

“You didn’t run.”
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:01 pm



Kissing him once more on the cheek she nodded slowly, "I promise Dante. Now go tend to your other guests. They are far more important than I am." he was such a sweet man, but he needed a girl in his life. Perhaps she would be able to bring out that smile of his. Niles let Dante out of the room and looked to Eliza who merely climbed in bed and went to sleep. She hadn't a care in the world it would seem.

The old butler had fallen asleep while reading, not something he did often but recently with Eliza's constant search for Sebastian it left him quite tired. He thought his mistress was crazy leaving an open window to let that ruffian back in. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to actually come back? She had said her piece and it would be wise for her to be half way across the ocean by now. But Eliza knew assassin's, and this woman was one.

Eliza had been dozing in and out of sleep for the past two hours. An open book rested on her stomach, her hand covering the golden italic lettering on the spine. The woman's voice finally drifted into her ears and Eliza opened her eyes slowly and gazed at her. The first thing Eliza noticed wasn't her voice, but her smell. The woman smelt horrible. It was quite offensive to Eliza's nose but she said nothing nor showed any emotion to give away that it bothered her. Instead she sat up slowly tossing her curls over her shoulder and yawning behind her hand.

"Of course I didn't. I'm not a runner." A walker yes, a lounger of course, but Eliza never ran from anything. Tossing the blankets off her legs she stood from the bed and motioned for her to follow. Tapping Niles on the shoulder, the old butler yawned and opened his eyes slowly. "Mistress?" Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand he finally noticed France and grimanced at the smell. "Be a dear and make some tea please." she asked with a smile. Niles's lip twitched but he followed his mistress's orders.

Taking a seat she motioned for her to take the one across from her. "Why did you risk coming her not once but twice to tell me to run? I know that you're putting your life on the line for it so there must be a good reason. Tell me." The girl looked broken, beaten and down on her luck. Eliza hated it when people were like that. "Where is your sire? Is he the one after me?"

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:30 pm

It had never occurred to France to be a survivor. She was a rebel, a killer, and deep down a fragile creature, but never a survivor. She had never been on the run before but found she was quite good at it. The young vampire had shot through the swamp just outside of town to lose her scent in the mud and water, then through a stream. It didn’t occur to her how atrocious she looked or smelled. She was focusing on fleeing and her mind was so scattered from starvation and stress that it could hardly concentrate on that.

The deviant stood just out of arm’s reach from Elizabetia Romanov. She stared at her, her eyes hardening when the woman got out of bed. What was wrong with her? Was she slow or just stupid? When she motioned to follow France hesitated then carefully stepped after her, keeping her distance. Instead of taking a seat where she was offered she stood perfectly still, not breathing, not flinching, not even making a sound. The only sign that she was alive, besides the fact that she stood, was the fire in her eyes.

It seemed the longest time passed before the assassin decided to answer. At first she just stared at Elizabetia, looking her over as though passing judgment on the woman who showed her kindness.

“I have no sire.” Her voice was low and collected. “Can you not understand me? You’re in danger.” Finally the woman spoke up a bit more, straightening herself out as she did and watching the male vampire suspiciously from the corner of her eye like a snake ready to strike. “This is the last time I will warn you,” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘help you’. “Why won’t you listen?”
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:07 pm



The assassin didn't trust Eliza, she probably didn't trust anyone at that. She just stared at her as if she were expecting something. Pursing her lips softly she nodded her head. No sire, well that wasn't good.

Niles walked back into the room carrying a tray of tea. Setting the tray down he poured Eliza a cup and handed it to her gently. When he didn't offer Francesca any Eliza gave him a sharp glare. Mumbling an apology he poured France a glass and sat it on the table. Niles didn't like anyone other than his mistress and he honestly did not like the smelly woman who had porbably originally come ot kill her. He didn't know what changed her mind but he didn't care. The sooner she left the better.

"My dear I'm always in trouble. I'm a magnet for it. I'm powerful, I have a massive fortune and I have objects of power anyone would kill for. Of course it wouldn't do any good if I were dead because I'm the only one who knows where they are and how to access them. So even if I were to die, they would be left with exactly the same thing they started out with." she shrugged and sipped her tea with a smile.

"Come...sit. I won't hurt you and you are safe here. I promise." she motioned for her to sit again. Niles turned sharply on his heel and retreated into his room closing the door softly to give them peace.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:32 pm

Francesca didn’t know why the Mafia wanted Elizabetia dead, she didn’t get into the nitty gritty details. She only did what she was told – except for tonight of course. For the next few moments the assassin simply stared at her, running over the chaos in her mind as she tried to decipher her next move.

When the male brought in the tea she crinkled her nose and watched him like a coon up a tree watched the hounds that chased her. Why was he bringing tea? From the scent he seemed to be a vampire, so what was wrong with him that he brought them tea? Idiot.

“I prefer to stand.” The vampire continued watching the male vampire until he left the room then she looked back to Ms. Romanov. “Your husband is well trained. What is that?” The vampire knew it was tea but still sneered slightly at the scent. She had not enjoyed or eaten human things since being turned.

Just as it would seem she was letting up in the slightest there was commotion in the hallway by the police doing their rounds. They knocked on the door down the hall and called out who they were. Though the sound was muffled their confidence and loud pounding was a dead giveaway, and Francesca immediately backed up. She quickly retreated back into the bedroom from where she came and into the comfort of the unlit room. The vampire seemed to sink into the darkness and within seconds a knock came at Eliabetia’s door by a couple young New York police officers.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:31 pm



What an uptight woman. Honestly it was as if she had no manners. Eliza would fix that quickly. Eliza giggled at Francesca's very wrong classification of Niles. "Niles? Niles is my butler I'm not married. Setting down her tea cup she refilled her glass and crossed her legs. "This is a special blend of tea that helps me relax Niles blends the blood into it to make it easier to drink since human food doesn't exactly settle well."

She laughed again, Niles her husband? The man would die if he ever saw Eliza naked. Niles had been with her for three centuries now she had no intentions of losing him either. He was a good man, and honestly no one would make tea like him.

Tilting her head slightly she listened to the noise outside. Her new companion retreated into the darkness of Eliza's room hiding in the shadows. She's have to ask her how she did that so easily. Setting down her cup she answered the knock at the door. Leaning against the door frame she stared at the police officers with a hard glare, "Do you know that it is three in the morning." The police office nodded their heads and apologized and said they were looking for a shooter for the mafia. Eliza rolled her eyes angrily, "Sir, you are in the elite floor of this hotel, before you can even get on this floor you have to go through security, now, unless he's a ninja and can climb but this building then no, I haven't seen any strange men. But I do see two police officers that will loose their jobs if they knock on my door one more time."

The police officers paled and nodded their heads slowly, apologizing they quickly left and allowed Eliza to close her door. "Do you have a name or do I just call you Assassin." she asked as if they hadn't been interupted at all.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:48 pm

She had a butler. What was the difference between a butler and a slave? Francesca didn’t know of anyone that had a butler, but she was very familiar with enslavement. Perhaps she had been hanging around the wrong class of people. Mafia men didn’t have butlers. They had people who worked for them because they had no other choice. Did this Niles fellow have a choice?

The mention of blood made the young vampire’s honey eyes seem a shade darker and if it could her stomach would have growled. Still, she was too proud in her vampirism to drink tea, though she wondered just how much blood was in the drink. Was it enough to satisfy her? She inhaled slowly to try and smell it, but couldn’t clear her head enough to get a good whiff.

That was also the reason she didn’t hear the police officers sooner. Instead of kicking herself about not fleeing faster she stood perfectly still and silent in the room, listening to them mention a shooting. The thought made her stomach drop but also gave her hope that they were too preoccupied to come look for her tonight. Soon she peered out from the shadows well after the officers were gone and her wide eyes looked around the door frame before she would actually come out.

“France.” She was already boned, why not give up her name as well? It would give Elizabetia something to remember her by. “How much blood is in that tea?” The thought was eating her alive, but she shook her head and wouldn’t linger just because there was blood in the room. She shook her head and ran her hand over her face, showing some of her exhaustion and scrambled mindset in the way she tensed and shook while she rubbed her face. “I have to go.”
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:04 am



"France, sort from Francesca? It's a lovely name but I don't do nicknames, so I will call you by your full name." Eliza was old fashioned like that nicknames annoyed her. But she didn't like how fidgity the girl was. She was obviously malnurioushed. She was hungry and she needed blood. Perhaps if she gave her some she would act more polite.

Pouring the now cold tea into the pot Eliza pulled out a small knife from the side of the table and cut deep in her palm. Crimson liquid poured from the wound, lifting the cup she balled her fist and allowed the blood to pour into it. When it was full she sat the cup down and wiped her hand off with a napkin. The wound stitched itself back together until not even a scar remained. "You're hungry, drink."

Blood sharing was very personal, but she couldn't let the girl leave while she was probably starving. Whoever was out to kill Eliza was most likely now out for Francesca. Poor girl. "I know you don't trust me, you probably don't trust anyone but...I can tell you are tired. Drink that, and go crawl into the bed. I promise you, nothing will happen to you. If you still wish to leave when you wake up. Then I wont stop you."

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:44 pm

The dirty vampire shook her head. “No. My name is France. Just France.” She hated being called Francesca. It was so uptight and straight laced. It was the name for some sort of noble, beautiful old queen. Not herself. As a human her name had been something entirely different, but France couldn’t remember much from those days. Her maker had done a good job of wiping her memory clean.

Wild eyes became ever wilder when Elizabetia dumped the tea and cut her hand. Her mouth dropped to ask what she was doing, but she quickly shut it to avoid getting any of the scent in her senses. She didn’t want the blood. It would mean Elizabetia owned her, or was part of her and after killing her last Master France wanted nothing more to do with them. (Though she was basically bought and paid for by the New York mafia.)

“No.” She shook her head but was unable to take her eyes off of the blood. France wasn’t a newborn vampire, but she had never been trained how to keep herself for going more than a day or two without blood. She hadn’t been trained on anything to do with her vampirism, really. “They’re out there. They’ll come here looking for me, and take out you and the butler as well.” She was also so terribly filthy she couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed. She needed to be put out with the hounds.

But before she could argue any more Francesca’s body moved for her and she stepped closer to the cup of blood, watching Elizabetia as she took the cup and began to drink.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:04 pm



Eliza was not a cruel woman, at times she could be a bit cold and uncaring towards others but something about this woman drew her in, made her want to protect her. Perhaps it was because of the loneliness that she had deep within her heart. All of her fledglings were gone now, out in the world doing their own thing. She had debated many times on whether or not to make another one for company. Perhaps the reason Eliza wanted to protect her is because Francesca was lonely as well.

"I will call you Francesca, France is a country not a person. she said with a firm nod signaling that her mind was set and would not be changed. "You may call me Elizabetia." Her words were soft and friendly, she wanted the girl to trust her, but trust is earned not given freely. But she wasn't running which was a good thing.

The elder vampire was right, the woman was hungry. Eliza's blood was rich and thick with age. She knew what blood sharing meant between vampires. Those who were younger would become tied to the giver of the blood. A make shift sire bond if you would. But she had no desire to control Francesca. The girl was merely hungry and Eliza was offering her something. "They wont make it to this floor, you did because you are trained to be an assassin. However, I highly doubt there is another one out there taking your place right now." walking to her suit case she tossed it open and pulled out a night gown similiar to hers except blood red.

Francesca had begun to drink the blood, good. She needed it. "The washroom is over there. Take this and a towel and go get cleaned up. Once you're done, the bed will be ready for you to rest in." she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Without rest these "people" will catch you. I swear to you on my honor, no harm will come to you while you are under my protection.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:40 pm

Francesca. Blegh. The vampire wanted to make a face at the name but restrained herself. Why was she so trusting that France, the trained assassin sent to kill her, would not finish the job? Better yet – why was France so trusting of her?

Bathing sounded almost as appealing as the blood she drank. The words were almost muffled in her ear as France downed the blood, enjoying every last drop then licking her lips clean and setting the cup down once she was done. Blood gave her some manners and she didn’t slam the cup down like a Viking, and nodded gently at Eliza’s order.

After taking the red gown France went to the bathroom and settled in. She moved a chair in front of the door silently, then looked all around to make sure there was no one hiding inside. She ran a bath, and after stripping of her filthy clothes she sunk in and gave herself a moment to submerge and forget the world in a moment of heaven. The kindness this Elizabetia showed her was a strange concept, and she didn’t know what to make of it. Was she being nice just to hurt her later? The blood left France feeling a little more trusting of the older vampire, but her body still ached for more nourishment.

After a short bath France ran her hands through her dark hair to comb it. Her skin was no longer grey and murky, but honey glazed with a warm tone. The woman that stepped out of the bath was an entirely different creature than the one that stepped in. She came out from the bathroom quietly, her arms pressed against her chest as she went silently through the suite. Soon she came upon the butler from behind and watched his movements without speaking or making a sound. She simply watched him move and tidy things, examining him and his habits.

“Where can I put my clothes?"
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:50 pm



Eliza liked the fact that she was listening to her, it would make it easier for them in the long run. Eliza was not use to being defied by anyone. But she went in and did as she was told. When the water began Niles stepped out from his room and began to clean up. "I don't like this mistress, we know nothing about this girl." Elizabetia yawned behind her hand and looked at the clock, she was far too tired to argue and Niles knew this so he continued to clean quietly to himself.

He made a small bed next to Eliza's since he knew she would be tired as well. He didn't like this, his gut was twisting painful at the thought of this...ruffian putting her dirty little hands on his mistress. he wasn't a warrior he was a butler but he would kill this woman if she so much as even looked at Elizabetia wrong.

He had just tucked in the sheet and folded back the bedding when the woman's voice flowed into his ears. He sat up quickly and looked at her, his jaw nearly falling at the sight. This was not the same dirty woman that had snuck into the hotel room this was a woman of beauty. Eliza noticed the girls appearance as well and smiled. Even the ugliest duckling can be a beautiful swan. Handing her another cup full of her blood she took her clothing from her she placed them in a chair, "We'll get you so more tomorrow. Those are barely holding themselves together. For now, it is time for bed. Niles will keep an eye out for anything. You will be safe." yawning against she climbed into her bed and patted the smaller one beside her. No one would hurt Francesca. Not while Eliza was alive.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Francesca Boticelli
Head of Business Department
avatar

Full Name : Francesca Boticelli
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:16 pm

It was strange for France to feel so out of place. For nearly three centuries she had known her place, she never fit in, but she knew her place. What did this older vampire want with her? As hard as she tried to mull over the logic of Elizabetia Francesca just couldn’t follow, and it wasn’t like her to go with the flow.

She stepped into the room once motioned and more blood was offered to her. France was a dog obeying orders simply for it’s next meal at the moment, or so she told herself. She couldn’t admit that she enjoyed Eliza’s presence. The cold vampire drank the blood slowly this time, savoring the taste as she drank and watched the butler as if he were a guard dog to be cautious around. Without too much wasted time she finished her glass and hesitated only a little before climbing into the smaller bed. She felt around, not used to the softness of a nicer bed, then curled up like a cat under the blanket and exhaled a tense breath she had been holding for days. “Thank you.”
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Elizabetia Romanov
Citizen
avatar

Full Name : Elizabetia Christine Romanov
Race : Vampire

PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:46 pm



When Elizabetia woke up the next morning, she honestly didn't expect to see Francesca still asleep next to her. The poor girl must have been extremely exhausted. So she let her sleep. She left Niles to protect France during the day. No one was to come in or out of her hotel room. She needed to get France out of the city. It wasn't safe for her there. Of course, Dante was against her leaving saying he had just gotten her to his hotel and now she was leaving. But after many promises to return she was finally granted freedom.

Moving Francesca was fairly easy as well. She was so exhausted that the girl didn't even stir when they moved her. Eliza was on her way to Chicago via train. Renting a private car, she ordered Niles to place the sleeping vampire on the bed. For nearly two days she was sleeping. Just...sleeping. It worried Eliza a little but she could still feel the woman was alive through their makeshift sire bond. Eliza had conducted her business in New York and left quickly that night. She was well rested and would continue over watching Francesca. For she had made a very big decision for herself.

France needed a sire, she was older, but untrained. Since her sire was dead, Eliza decided to take on the role of her sire herself. It would be hard since they had no real sire/fledgling bond. But she would make it work. The girl needed structure, protection, love. It was rare for a vampire to adopt a fledgling because they were responsible for her and if they messed up the adopted sire would pay the price. But she didn't care, Francesca was hers now. And she would protect her no matter what.

____________________________________________________________________

Back to top Go down
View user profile
Sponsored content




PostSubject: Re: Down Memory Lane   

Back to top Go down
 
Down Memory Lane
View previous topic View next topic Back to top 
Page 1 of 4Go to page : 1, 2, 3, 4  Next
 Similar topics
-
» (Shipwreck Cove) A Lost Memory Reunited (open)
» Memory-Make Magic
» Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' Other Books
» Death: Now a distant memory (Tag: Nergal/whoever does the trials)
» Barney Calhoun (Half Life Series)

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Will You Survive Graduation? :: IC :: Memories-
Jump to: