Post by oxvampireloverox on Nov 22, 2009 21:49:01 GMT -5
*This is before Penny became a slave.
The sun had shined brightly that day, blazing it's light down nuturing all life but the one so few damned ones...the vampires. Those who are scorched by the sun's light rather than nutured. One of these damned leeches sleeps peacefully in her coffin underground in one of the many crypts of the cemetery, among the near by church. Her name is Penny and her eyes open with the sun as it sets. The opened eyes of hers are like emerald green marbles. The lid of her casket creeks open by the will of her hand as she sits up and streches with a yawn. She had slept well.
"I wonder if I can catch the sunset before it's gone." she spoke, outloud to herself.
In her crimson colored nighty she stepped out of her white casket. She clapped her hands and on came the lights of her room, which were power by her own back-up generator being used since the black-out. The room was small and with white walls, shelves of books, and a walk-in closet. Plus a few decorations that had belonged to her maker, like an old Reinessance sword that hung on the wall. With several other sentalmentals objects. Not changing out of her nighty she stepped outside of the room, up some stairs, through another room full of kept-away skeletons. The smell was revolting, but luckily her private room behind a trapped door was well sealed off, very similar to that of a panic room. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses as she went up more stairs and opened another door. Then, up a few more steps was the lid to a disguised stone coffin. Effortlessly with the push of one hand she lifted the lid from over her head. She stepped out into the very faint sunlight. Even the dimmest sunlight stun and burned her skin, but the pain was not much to her. Dreamily she watched what little was left of the pretty sunset, just has the sun was gone her minor burns healed almost instantly.
Then she heard footsteps, but she recgonized them. It was her "minion" human of hers, a young teenaged human with eye liner and paints with chains on them. He practically worshiped Penny for being what she was, making him easy for her to control. Didn't even mean much to her, hell she couldn't even recall his name. But he was useful to her, for his blood and the fact that he kept her hiding place guarded during the day with some of his other little goth friends. He came into the crypt, nearly tripping on his chained paints.
"Mistress? Are you here?" he called.
"Oui monsieur."
"Oh, great! You've been gone for sometime."
"I don't like to stay in one place for too long, makes it so my enemies can find me more easily."
"Yes of course."
Penny found it absolutely amazing that this boy and his little followers had managed to survive, they were so pathetic. They spoke of the poetry of darkness and the magic of the night, yet they were too scared to ever at all come out at night or day. Each of them wanted me to turn them, of course I wouldn't dare make such weak beings into one of my own kind.
"Are you hungry master?" he asked.
She smiled at him as he took off his spiked collar, where on his neck she'd left several other bites marks of her scarred on him. Not even with the slightest hesitation she snatched him by the back of the neck and bit down into his flesh and drank. She clung her teeth to him until he became weak and let him dropp to his knees.
"Thank you Mistress."
"Go now, I have no use for you."
"Yes."
He weakly lifted himself and limped his way back to his hiding place with his little "cult". If it weren't for the situation of these times, she'd kill them. But right now, they were useful resources to her.
The sun had shined brightly that day, blazing it's light down nuturing all life but the one so few damned ones...the vampires. Those who are scorched by the sun's light rather than nutured. One of these damned leeches sleeps peacefully in her coffin underground in one of the many crypts of the cemetery, among the near by church. Her name is Penny and her eyes open with the sun as it sets. The opened eyes of hers are like emerald green marbles. The lid of her casket creeks open by the will of her hand as she sits up and streches with a yawn. She had slept well.
"I wonder if I can catch the sunset before it's gone." she spoke, outloud to herself.
In her crimson colored nighty she stepped out of her white casket. She clapped her hands and on came the lights of her room, which were power by her own back-up generator being used since the black-out. The room was small and with white walls, shelves of books, and a walk-in closet. Plus a few decorations that had belonged to her maker, like an old Reinessance sword that hung on the wall. With several other sentalmentals objects. Not changing out of her nighty she stepped outside of the room, up some stairs, through another room full of kept-away skeletons. The smell was revolting, but luckily her private room behind a trapped door was well sealed off, very similar to that of a panic room. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses as she went up more stairs and opened another door. Then, up a few more steps was the lid to a disguised stone coffin. Effortlessly with the push of one hand she lifted the lid from over her head. She stepped out into the very faint sunlight. Even the dimmest sunlight stun and burned her skin, but the pain was not much to her. Dreamily she watched what little was left of the pretty sunset, just has the sun was gone her minor burns healed almost instantly.
Then she heard footsteps, but she recgonized them. It was her "minion" human of hers, a young teenaged human with eye liner and paints with chains on them. He practically worshiped Penny for being what she was, making him easy for her to control. Didn't even mean much to her, hell she couldn't even recall his name. But he was useful to her, for his blood and the fact that he kept her hiding place guarded during the day with some of his other little goth friends. He came into the crypt, nearly tripping on his chained paints.
"Mistress? Are you here?" he called.
"Oui monsieur."
"Oh, great! You've been gone for sometime."
"I don't like to stay in one place for too long, makes it so my enemies can find me more easily."
"Yes of course."
Penny found it absolutely amazing that this boy and his little followers had managed to survive, they were so pathetic. They spoke of the poetry of darkness and the magic of the night, yet they were too scared to ever at all come out at night or day. Each of them wanted me to turn them, of course I wouldn't dare make such weak beings into one of my own kind.
"Are you hungry master?" he asked.
She smiled at him as he took off his spiked collar, where on his neck she'd left several other bites marks of her scarred on him. Not even with the slightest hesitation she snatched him by the back of the neck and bit down into his flesh and drank. She clung her teeth to him until he became weak and let him dropp to his knees.
"Thank you Mistress."
"Go now, I have no use for you."
"Yes."
He weakly lifted himself and limped his way back to his hiding place with his little "cult". If it weren't for the situation of these times, she'd kill them. But right now, they were useful resources to her.