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Post by Katrina on Jun 5, 2010 12:46:43 GMT
The familiar sense of ennui began to flood into her. She had to go away. That was it. Back to France. She had things she needed to do - to see, to smell... to relive being a royal lady in her past. This plastic world in California had its pleasures, its firey perks. Prey was simple, and the decadent cocktail that the often drug addled beautiful idiots she found to sup on... her tongue stole out and licked her lips. Yes. But there was something to be said for the pure country French blood... the blood of Katrina's past. She needed to reconnect with her past. To perhaps find the link of the man who made her... perhaps there was his sire to be found... his power to take...
Her eyes glowed with contentment at the thought. "Eli..." She said it nearly idly. "I need to make a phone call. Go pack up my bag. I want enough for a month or two - my black silks. Mind that everything is perfectly packed. " The consequences needed no explanation. "You'll need a bag for yourself - just take a few things - any books from the library you wish - "
She threw her wine glass into the fire. "I am leaving you for a little while. Promise you'll miss me."
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
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Post by Eli on Jun 5, 2010 13:06:50 GMT
When Katrina spoke again, surprise -- shock even -- shot through Eli like a jolt of electricity, flashing clearly through his eyes. To say that they had been unexpected would have been a laughable understatement and he stood there, tightening his grip on the books and sending a burn of ache through his wounded hands before his brain could gather together enough frayed ends to engage once again and actually react as he was supposed to.
Katrina was leaving. She was leaving him. But how, why? Where? Eli didn't understand. But he wasn't allowed to ask. He was supposed to obey, and his eyes left her face and swung around the room slowly and quietly, hair dropped around his eyes to shield some of the confusion from view before he faced forward again and swallowed his bewilderment.
The glass and the alcohol within it struck the fire just as he was forming the words in his mind and his mouth and he flinched outwardly, a momentary pause before he said, "I promise." There was a shake but it was nothing new for him. The promise issued with his usual fearful sincerity, Eli took the opportunity to leave the room to do what he'd been told, taking the books with him, trying not to think about what would happen to him, and how the mystery terrified him deep down.
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