Post by abby on Dec 21, 2009 3:24:04 GMT -5
Walking around. Something that was very rarely seen when it came to this certain vampire when at home in the base that she now called home. Granted the fortress was as far from home as that cuby she had lived in before Omarion found her that one fateful night all those months ago. Greg had been slain, a long time friend of hers, someone she trusted. And yet now she was “slave” to the man that killed her old leader in this rotten city. The cold corpse like body swayed in her combat boots. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was always graceful. It was just the way she was. The fishnet tights under the purple and black miniskirt and the black t-shirt that had the purple vampire smiley on it. On her lower arms were her usual sheaths and then the one along her spine. In the fortress she never carried all her weapons. In a pocket on the skirt she held the key to the dungeon where that wench was being held. Abby still had yet to go and get her, thinking there was more to the bitch’s plan then others knew. Of course Tabbatha wasn’t fooled, yes she could see it in the hag’s eyes.
Letting that train of thought fall out of her mind she tried to see if that voice came back. It still had yet to make an appearance since that night in the zoo. Not knowing exactly why that was she let that drift from her mind as well. Walking through the halls her thoughts jumped from subject to subject. She was taking Irria’s advice and not torturing everyday and not the same one each time. This was an in between day and it made her antsy. It was daylight outside so she couldn’t go out and feed on someone or thing. A low growl penetrated from her throat and her eyes flashed red. The vampire was no good waiting around. Part of her was ready to turn around and go and kill something down in the dungeon even though that would get her in trouble. Sighing exasperated she stopped when a noise caught her eyes. A noise behind a door. Looking at the door curiously she shrugged and then continued her walk.
Going around corner after corner was getting annoying. When she ran into an angel she didn’t even bother to bow half the time unless they were someone who portrayed themselves as what she began to call as a real angel. Yes there were those still with wings but Tabbatha couldn’t see them as angels. They acted so different from her master and from those he kept close to himself. They showed too much emotion, seemed to not be able to control themselves, much like that Ra fellow. He had tried to poison her. Yes it had hurt, quite a bit, though it apparently didn’t have the affect it was supposed to. This made a light chuckle escape from her lips and her eyes to close only to open again revealing her natural green gold orbs within her pale set skin. Her jet black hair was pulled up in pigtails making it easy to reach the knife along her spine. But here in the base she had no fear of anyone and if she saw said mentioned angel she would turn. She was in no mood for his games and was more interested in killing him if he tried.
Turning another corner it was empty. A tune popped into her head, a sad sounding song, that when hummed properly sounded dangerous and made people weary. The dark sounding song softly reverberated off the walls around her bouncing it back to her own sensitive ears. It sounded good to hear something familiar, she didn’t hum nearly as much as she used to and at that moment she decided to change that. Smiling wide enough to flash her fangs in the light of the fortress she took a couple of dancing steps down the hall just before the sound reached her ears and then the smell. A mutt was near by. She hadn’t even known they had any here other then those that were being tortured by her. The smile grew to a grin and she turned the next corner to follow the scent. It was a winding way down the halls and it made her get more excited by the second as the scent got stronger. Granted she had only turned two corners. She didn’t have the smell that the dog did but that didn’t really matter. She stopped just around another corner. There were footsteps on the carpet, not the grace that her kin had but not the heavy steps that other held. Of course she heard armor as well, guards with the boy no doubt, of course, makes sense, perhaps he was a slave to one of the angels, granted she saw no use to take a mutt when her kin were so much smarter.
Letting that train of thought fall out of her mind she tried to see if that voice came back. It still had yet to make an appearance since that night in the zoo. Not knowing exactly why that was she let that drift from her mind as well. Walking through the halls her thoughts jumped from subject to subject. She was taking Irria’s advice and not torturing everyday and not the same one each time. This was an in between day and it made her antsy. It was daylight outside so she couldn’t go out and feed on someone or thing. A low growl penetrated from her throat and her eyes flashed red. The vampire was no good waiting around. Part of her was ready to turn around and go and kill something down in the dungeon even though that would get her in trouble. Sighing exasperated she stopped when a noise caught her eyes. A noise behind a door. Looking at the door curiously she shrugged and then continued her walk.
Going around corner after corner was getting annoying. When she ran into an angel she didn’t even bother to bow half the time unless they were someone who portrayed themselves as what she began to call as a real angel. Yes there were those still with wings but Tabbatha couldn’t see them as angels. They acted so different from her master and from those he kept close to himself. They showed too much emotion, seemed to not be able to control themselves, much like that Ra fellow. He had tried to poison her. Yes it had hurt, quite a bit, though it apparently didn’t have the affect it was supposed to. This made a light chuckle escape from her lips and her eyes to close only to open again revealing her natural green gold orbs within her pale set skin. Her jet black hair was pulled up in pigtails making it easy to reach the knife along her spine. But here in the base she had no fear of anyone and if she saw said mentioned angel she would turn. She was in no mood for his games and was more interested in killing him if he tried.
Turning another corner it was empty. A tune popped into her head, a sad sounding song, that when hummed properly sounded dangerous and made people weary. The dark sounding song softly reverberated off the walls around her bouncing it back to her own sensitive ears. It sounded good to hear something familiar, she didn’t hum nearly as much as she used to and at that moment she decided to change that. Smiling wide enough to flash her fangs in the light of the fortress she took a couple of dancing steps down the hall just before the sound reached her ears and then the smell. A mutt was near by. She hadn’t even known they had any here other then those that were being tortured by her. The smile grew to a grin and she turned the next corner to follow the scent. It was a winding way down the halls and it made her get more excited by the second as the scent got stronger. Granted she had only turned two corners. She didn’t have the smell that the dog did but that didn’t really matter. She stopped just around another corner. There were footsteps on the carpet, not the grace that her kin had but not the heavy steps that other held. Of course she heard armor as well, guards with the boy no doubt, of course, makes sense, perhaps he was a slave to one of the angels, granted she saw no use to take a mutt when her kin were so much smarter.