It amazed Rin how she hardly came to her own coven, she hardly came even before the loss of so many in her life. The music pulsed behind her, blaring choaticly, creating a beat for the crowd of vampires and wannbes to move to. The bar tender set a glass of crimson liquid on the glass top of the bar, smiling without fang as he went on to the other customers. Her blue eyes, now dark and drowning with depth, glanced into the darkness of the club. She should join them, it would be a change. Hesitating for only moment she set down her glass and found herself melting into the crowd.
Her clothes were typical for a club atmosphere. Corset, pinstriped with offwhite lace as fringe, she wore a miniskirt to match and pumps. A man pulled her close, he was mortal, fake fangs lined his teeth. Disgusting. She danced anyways ... maybe she could get a meal out of it.
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Euthalia’s young body stretched as she climbed out from under the frilly, white lace duvet that covered the canopy bed she climbed onto the floor. The room that had once been Nyx’s had been transformed so much that anyone who hadn’t seen it before would scoff that it could ever have been so… dark. And with good reason, it seemed, as now, it was anything but. Euthalia didn’t particularly like the pinks and whites and gold that coloured the room, but then, she reflected, she didn’t really have to. It wasn’t about tastes at all, it was about making other people believe she was what she appeared to be. Most times it worked. Most times, people were blatantly stupid.
It was a fact of life that Euthalia had long since become aware of.
Discarding her silk nightgown, she walked with a strange fluidity over the white carpet of her room. Her nakedness did not bother her at all. Opening her closet, she retrieved a small, Victorian style dress and set to work upon putting it on. It was white with a blue ribbon, and with it on, she blended in perfectly with the surroundings of her chamber… which was exactly the way she wanted it. She was the leader of the darkest coven in the city, but that by no means meant that she was meant to look like one. It only served to work to her advantage.
Momentarily looking at the baby pink walls in disgust, she became aware of a new coven member, one she had not met before, in the club. The girl-child vampire did not particularly like the club, but, it was a source of income and that’s all that mattered. Picking up a small phone, she called downstairs, and told them to escort her visitor up for a little visit.
It looked like it was tea time
Out of nowhere a hand grabbed her arm suddenly, Rin whirled around to face a man. Taller, as most men were compared to her and looked like he had been some body builder before he had died. His eyes were brown almost black as they stared down at her. How intimidated. People brushed against her as they continued dancing unaware of the man's presence. Without waiting for so much as a word the man plucked her from the crowd of moving bodies, his hand wrapped totally around her arm pulling her as if she weighed nothing.
'The leader wishes to see you.' He said as soon as they could hear their own movements. He didn't look at her as he spoke, just kept on in the direction he was heading, creepishly determined.
He knocked against the door before slowly opening it, pulling Rin infront of him he looked to the little girl in the middle of the room, as if to ask if he had gotten it right. Rin stood there, her slight daze hidden from her face as she took a quick glance around. Color shock. Even the doll-like creature standing before her was in a lightly colored outfit, when Rin was gothed out. Rin swallowed, prepping herself for an interesting meeting. She had heard lots of things about this so-called child. She only hoped a few rumors were true.
Euthalia had never, ever been completely connected to anyone. Not since she’d been turned into a vampire over two thousand years ago, had she cared for anyone completely. In fact, the small childlike vampire was hard pressed to even admit that while she’d been human, her parents had been her whole world. It wasn’t that she thought that anyone would blame her for that, for most children – even abused, impoverished ones she’d encountered – seemed to look to their parents for every speck of happiness that they were given. This, however, was completely beside the point. Euthalia did not keep this human love that she’d once held public knowledge for one simple reason, and one reason alone: it disgusted her.
In fact, Cheveyo came closer than anyone had in a long time, and she had never even mentioned that to him. She suspected he knew, of course. After all, he was hardly an imbecile, and was in on plenty of other enigmas that other people weren’t even aware they had. The words “I love you” however, would never pass her buttercup pink lips. If they managed somehow to slither out of her grasp, she’d kill anyone who heard them, even Cheveyo. He knew this, and so they never spoke openly about it.
As well, after being confined to the shadows and the façade of dependency for as long as she’d been alive, Euthalia Akakios had learned how to watch people, how to affect them, and how to get what she wanted from them. She’d also learned that more often than not, it was to one’s advantage to play to others’ weaknesses or preconceptions. Euthalia herself had grown beyond delusion brought on by the physical attributes they wore, or the deeds they did. In doing so, she thus discarded any element of surprise that those that opposed her might have influenced her with. Indeed, the loss of this particular human aspect left her only more apathetic and malignant towards others than she’d been before. It was a rather frightening prospect, considering her blatantly unsophisticated development in the area of body.
She sat now, at a table covered in an embroidered white table cloth. There were half a dozen chairs around the table, and of these six, only five were filled, and only one was animate. Indeed, Euthalia sat at this table, set with six places and a teapot in the middle with four of her dolls, all relatively the same size as she. They all looked to be expensive, hand made, porcelain dolls created sometime in the last century and a half. They all wore rather extravagant Victoria Era gowns, and several, small bonnets. Unlike them, Euthalia’s small legs swung back and forth. Like them, Euthalia’s smile was just as false as theirs.
When the coven member came in, she beamed widely at her, making her look even younger. “Welcome Tarepha member!” she said in a bright voice. “I am Euthalia Akakios. Would you like to join me for tea? I’ve had it brewed especially for you.” The smile was still there. “I do hope you would. I’d like to know you better!”
Oh yes, playing to people’s preconceptions was the best thing to do, especially when one appeared as she did.
