Seizing Secrets
She was lovely in the starlight (I'd say moonlight, but there was no mooon). It was a foggy night, as it tends to be in England, and rather cool out. The ground had a mist rolling over it from the earlier rains, and the scent of damp earth was caught in the wind. It was a lovely night, by my standards, not as lovely as perhaps it deserved to be according to what happened, but we haven't gotten that far yet now have we?
Valleen took a seat along the edge of a fountain in the garden, looking paler than usual, and as though she were in a slight amount of pain. I didn't recognize this as what it was, as hunger, as I did not yet know what that was. She did however, and that is what she felt. I know now that she'd been using a large amount of presense and auspex that night to charm my mother, amoung other people, and so now she was feeling the cost for it.
I could see distress in her expression, and even a touch of pain. She hated hunger, we all do really, but she never handled it well at all. You see, I'd later come to learn that she had been slightly anorexic in life, and thus hated the thought of food. Blood, much as it helped, was still food, and as such she hated to resort to it. While with her I noticed how often she'd put off her feedings until absolutely necissary, and now was one of those times. She needed blood quickly, and in ample supply before she were forced to hold her mask again, and fall into a frenzy.
A man came from the house, one of the help if my memory serves me correctly (which I might add it usually does). He had seen her flee, and upon noticing her sitting outside in her ill-looking manner came out to help her.
"Excuse me ma'am, but are you alright?" I heard him ask softly, keeping a few steps between them, as was proper.
She shook her head, and looked up at him. I couldn't see her expression well at all, but he sure as hell did...
Valleen lunged at him in an utter fit, grabbing him by the neck and pulling it to her lips. I watched in awe as a pair of ivory fangs fell to his flesh, and a trickle of blood ran down onto his shirt. He tried to scream, but was dumbstruck by the event, and soon enough he drifted off into unconciousness. It did not take me long to realize that he was dead.
Well, Valleen looked better, I had to say. She straightened herself out, and blotted a hankerchief against her lips to wipe away any evidence of the act upon her. She could not, however, wipe the event from me. That was it! Oh I knew what she was, sure enough, I'd read books and heard the local tales plenty of times. She was a vampire, clear and simple. My Valleen was a vampire... yes, my Valleen. Oh-ho the game was beginning to get better by the moment...
I'd already stacked my odds, now I was going to use a wild card, and roll the dice...
