It had been an easy thing to find her way to the roof of the emence sprawling building. A quick walk up a newly instaled fire escape and an easly acomplished leap and there she was, sitting among the cracking old shingling admiring a veiw worth any to large a sum of money. The bird didnt know how lucky they were. One pale leg drawn up against her chest, she rested her chin apon it, letting the other strech out, wiggling her toes a little as she pondered the sight infront of her. So many lights...like a cristmas tree...It almost hurt her eyes.
She shifted a bit in an all to child like sundress in a whistful shade of powdered olive that looked like a compleat oxymoron on the womanly curves of her body the lines of tattoo ink, fine as spiderwebbing the spread across her skin. It confused people some times, made them think twice made them less likely to question her pale skin her to bright eyes. Thats the way she likeed it and needed it.
Letting out a slow breath she cast her eyes about the roof, a small little frown coming to her mouth as she found an uneven bit of roofing. Crawling over to it she pressed her palms against the small box of lifted shingles, pressing down against the warm material, feeling it give a little. She smiled a little to herself as she crouched low to the roof, fingers working deftly at the patch of shingles intil with a screach of rusted hinges she pulled the square up and glanced down inside the blackness. Curiosity got the best of her and with caution she lower herself down into this new place, her feet found a perch the moment she let go of the edge of the hole, her vampiric eyes seeing well in the darkness.
It apeared to ba an attic or sorts, a small, old wooden talbe stood against one wall and what apeared to be the remnats of a wooden chair was crumbled beside it. There were books, not paper back novels but old leather bound tomes covered in dust lining the walls on shelves, what used to be shelves and the floor. Fae wandered across the room (It wasnt a terribly big room, perhaps the size of a large bedroom) and curriously touched an old oil lantern sitting on the table. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a cheep bic lighter, pulled up the glass cover and lit the wick. The lantern must have still had oil in it as the room was suddenly bathed in a soft golden glow that was very easy on her sensitive eyes. She smiled to herself then placed the glass back over the flame, walking once again across the room and gently touching what had once been a door frame, now bricked in with new motar. This section had obviously been abandoned, a sorage room or reading room of sorts from when the building had first been built. She made her way back to the table and blew out the light before clibing back through the hole in the roof which on closer inspection turned out to be a shingled over window, the glass broken, only the wooden pane remaining.
She gently closed the opening, making sure it was still away from the roof enough for her to find it again. Yes....a tidy little hidey hole it made, a perfect place for her to seclude herself in. Perhaps she'd even live there, it did feel home worthy. But then again, she wasnt perticularly sure about the policy of coven members keep quarters out side of there sanctuary. She shook her head, glancing back at the spot in the roof with a rueful smile before she jumped off the side of the buliding, landing with a dull clang on the fire escape, not realy caring at this moment is some one heard or saw her there. Slowly desending the iron step toward the street, her hands in the small pockets on the edges of her dress she contimplated her new 'home' in this new city, to much like all the others.
Everything Hurt...
Her eyes felt gritty behind there lids, her skin powdered with dust and the blood pounded in a to slow rythym like a war drum in the back of her head. Ah...undead life at it's very best.
Forcing her eyes open against the slowly fading headache she found herself in the comforting darkness of her small hiding spot. She was starving. Running her tounge over her dry lips she sat up slowly coughing to regain some controll of her vioce, fallen into disuse. She ran her fingers through a thick mass of hair feeling even more dust and dibrie sift softly down her naked back. It was all coming back to her then.
A dark haired lover, she'd brought him here perhaps a bit foolishly and theyed played on the softness of her bed and each others bodys. He seemed sated but so broken at the end, he'd never questioned her little love nips but then perhaps he'd guessed and accepted. He'd crawled out just before dawn, she'd showed him the way down and then had crawled naked back into bed. She'd felt empty, soft and kitteny, warm from the meal and the exertions but still rather...empty. She'd falled asleep and stayed that way...but for how long?
A week?
A month?
A year?
She couldent tell. With a deep sigh she crawled across the room and pulled a long cloth down from it's hook on the wall. The water in the large bowl on the table was stale and perhaps a little fetid but that mattered little to her. She washed the dust and grim from her face and body, pulled a brush through her hair and stretched her stiff and malnurished limbs. She was to thin now, having gone much, much to long with out feeding. Wandering about her dark little haven she reached into the pocket of her previusly discarded jeans and pulled oun a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Fumbling again along the wall she found a robe, soft and colored the deepest purple and a long black sash she tyed in the old syle about her waist, ornimental by habit. Taking a cigarette out of the package she put it to her lips and lit it, breathing in the smoke greatfully and exhaling and a prefect grey plume. Pocketing a few more cigarettes and the lighter she pushed open the roof top door way and climbed out, taking in a deep breath of cool fresh air, almost instantly awake. Settling herself down on the cooling shingles legs tucked up to her chest she took another breath of smoke, exhailing it out into the night, pondering the night ahead. Buissness or social? A hunt or a finding of entertainment? She really couldent deside, perhaps a little of both?
A slow smile crossed her lips as she pondered the idea. Ah well, she'd finish her cigarette, maybe another then set out to find something to play with.
