"I was brought into this exsitance as a mistake by my Father....."
"Serenity"
Skinny, pointed and devilish, like the blade of a dagger, were the heels on the feet of Serenity, they made no sound as they caressed the most soil of the "forbidden forest" ever so lightly. She was making her way "home" of course, home...it was what she had learned to call the old abandoned mansion..her "Haven" of the present. Her elegant-mannered heels were black, as were the skin-tight jeans, hugging the curves and dips of her body,as was the backless top on her upper-settled frame, it small and flattering, her womanly-parts well portioned and busting through the top, one strap reeled over and around her prefect neck, keeping it in place. Gleaming off the naked milky skin of her exposed back were figments bedded into her using the color of "gold", tattoos, one on each shoulder-blades, a folded angelic wing, closed in and hidden from the world...just as she was..for if the truth ever blanketed man-kind...Hell would lift and plunge roots into the figment-universe called "Earth" and call said-thresh-hold, its new "UnderWorld". The thought made the woman chuckle, the sound light and almost musical, it dripped from her throat like sweet sap from the bark of a brilliant mannered tree. Serenity was quite the beauty, Raven-black hair of silk, curled naturally to perfection framing her flawless face, eyes beaming of ice-blue within the shadowed trees of the forest, in the dim light of the mansion they glimmered almost indigo, flooded with the surrounding darkness of her "trapped life", her lips were a lush pink, like the peddles of a ripe rose, full and always curved into a "pouted" look. The woman whore not a drip of jewelery from her person, only the wings on her back, no ring, no necklace, not a twiddling bracelet in sight, materialistic things mean little to nothing to Serenity...
The burning scorch in her throat from earlier had been tamed, she'd found a few scrumptious ones this afternoon, plucking them from the recess deck of their grade-school campus...acting as if she were an assistant of some sort and asking directions to a false minded room of the petty sized learning establishment...it was easy..maybe too easy for someone as skilled in "murdering" as herself....she didn't think of sucking life from other beings as "hunting" as something she NEEDED to do in order to survive...she wanted to kill, she liked killing..it was all she had to do these days, not a member of family, not a memory to cling to...not even her Mentor Krauly Tepes to share her company with...just alone, with the trill of battle..with the thrill of the kill.
Her thoughts had gotten the better of her now, before she knew it, she was back to the Mansion...the clouded and mysterious Manor was so...welcoming to her, as it always had been. She found herself at it's front step, looking up in awe to it's demented beauty....
"...already..."
She whispered to herself, this time her tone was light, like the chiming of sweet silver-bells, she had been slugging along through the Oaks at the normal rate of..of..a mortal, and already she'd made it back.. With a slightly disappointed sigh she began to click the sniper-tips of her heels along the plastered steps of the entry-way. Her frail and graceful mannered hands gripped tightly to the metaled handles of the cherry-wood doors and she heaved herself inside, lightly and without noise.....home is where she was now.
The lounging room of the Manor was one of her favorite spots, always seeming to hold some kind of tale within it's gusts and breezes from the empty and unlit fireplace to it's left corner, it never lit, termites and other vial creatures borrowing within it's decaying bricks. The sofas were elegant, and of all different tints, colors textures and shades of fabric,. she fancied them so, comfortably being able to settled her frail-looking self apon them for a little R.R between fang-jolting spares with the Mutts and with the "Half-Breeds" To her, there was a vampire, a being with brains, beauty, and civilized manner, then there were mutts, drooling morons, brute and brainless, easily tricked and vial in every scent, shape, form and shade....and last and certainly least, were the coy and collected "demons" of all different breeds, cultures, and bloods....an utter waste of cells to this life. Any that didnt match her, were enemy, and must be destroyed with no question and at all or little cost. The thought made her smirk, a brilliant pearl smile beaming from the dusty darkness of the lounge as she lingered silently deeper inside the restless Haven
"Helllooo..."
She sang, one single and beautiful note into the darkness...calling to the others...who was around, and whom wasn't?
Skinny, pointed and devilish, like the blade of a dagger, were the heels on the feet of Serenity, they made no sound as they caressed the most soil of the "forbidden forest" ever so lightly. She was making her way "home" of course, home...it was what she had learned to call the old abandoned mansion..her "Haven" of the present. Her elegant-mannered heels were black, as were the skin-tight jeans, hugging the curves and dips of her body,as was the backless top on her upper-settled frame, it small and flattering, her womanly-parts well portioned and busting through the top, one strap reeled over and around her prefect neck, keeping it in place. Gleaming off the naked milky skin of her exposed back were figments bedded into her using the color of "gold", tattoos, one on each shoulder-blades, a folded angelic wing, closed in and hidden from the world...just as she was..for if the truth ever blanketed man-kind...Hell would lift and plunge roots into the figment-universe called "Earth" and call said-thresh-hold, its new "UnderWorld". The thought made the woman chuckle, the sound light and almost musical, it dripped from her throat like sweet sap from the bark of a brilliant mannered tree. Serenity was quite the beauty, Raven-black hair of silk, curled naturally to perfection framing her flawless face, eyes beaming of ice-blue within the shadowed trees of the forest, in the dim light of the mansion they glimmered almost indigo, flooded with the surrounding darkness of her "trapped life", her lips were a lush pink, like the peddles of a ripe rose, full and always curved into a "pouted" look. The woman whore not a drip of jewelery from her person, only the wings on her back, no ring, no necklace, not a twiddling bracelet in sight, materialistic things mean little to nothing to Serenity...
The burning scorch in her throat from earlier had been tamed, she'd found a few scrumptious ones this afternoon, plucking them from the recess deck of their grade-school campus...acting as if she were an assistant of some sort and asking directions to a false minded room of the petty sized learning establishment...it was easy..maybe too easy for someone as skilled in "murdering" as herself....she didn't think of sucking life from other beings as "hunting" as something she NEEDED to do in order to survive...she wanted to kill, she liked killing..it was all she had to do these days, not a member of family, not a memory to cling to...not even her Mentor Krauly Tepes to share her company with...just alone, with the trill of battle..with the thrill of the kill.
Her thoughts had gotten the better of her now, before she knew it, she was back to the Mansion...the clouded and mysterious Manor was so...welcoming to her, as it always had been. She found herself at it's front step, looking up in awe to it's demented beauty....
"...already..."
She whispered to herself, this time her tone was light, like the chiming of sweet silver-bells, she had been slugging along through the Oaks at the normal rate of..of..a mortal, and already she'd made it back.. With a slightly disappointed sigh she began to click the sniper-tips of her heels along the plastered steps of the entry-way. Her frail and graceful mannered hands gripped tightly to the metaled handles of the cherry-wood doors and she heaved herself inside, lightly and without noise.....home is where she was now.
The lounging room of the Manor was one of her favorite spots, always seeming to hold some kind of tale within it's gusts and breezes from the empty and unlit fireplace to it's left corner, it never lit, termites and other vial creatures borrowing within it's decaying bricks. The sofas were elegant, and of all different tints, colors textures and shades of fabric,. she fancied them so, comfortably being able to settled her frail-looking self apon them for a little R.R between fang-jolting spares with the Mutts and with the "Half-Breeds" To her, there was a vampire, a being with brains, beauty, and civilized manner, then there were mutts, drooling morons, brute and brainless, easily tricked and vial in every scent, shape, form and shade....and last and certainly least, were the coy and collected "demons" of all different breeds, cultures, and bloods....an utter waste of cells to this life. Any that didnt match her, were enemy, and must be destroyed with no question and at all or little cost. The thought made her smirk, a brilliant pearl smile beaming from the dusty darkness of the lounge as she lingered silently deeper inside the restless Haven
"Helllooo..."
She sang, one single and beautiful note into the darkness...calling to the others...who was around, and whom wasn't?
"......and I will leave Victor of All....
