Post by HST Seth on Aug 5, 2014 5:27:40 GMT
Anger.
Rage and indignation flowing into her veins as she stared across the gap. She wasn’t stupid. She could identify a basic power of a basic discipline. Gomez was startled beside her, unable to answer the Templar’s questions as he was confused at being completely ignored.
Desiree thought of blood.
The Archbishop would not call her to task if she took the cute little wannabe-angel under her fangs later in the night… but did she really want to give up everything for this … little… fuck?
“May I be excused.” Her voice was serene, if a little jagged in inflection, but she was allowed to go. The Templar and Archbishop would surely see the man punished, she thought.
…
Oh, but they didn’t.
What a cute little fuck, walking up to her and apologizing to her, and then having the fucking nerve to tell her he wouldn’t apologize to the packmate he had humiliated. God, he smelled like a fine wine. A step forward would leave her atop him--a moment, and he’d cry out, and his little angels would come flocking as they implemented their cute little use of authority gifted by her blood to them…
... No.
Not yet. Little cunt.
“There’s a… cream for that…”
“Do you and yours intend to insult mine often?” The threat was clear in the Tzimisce’s eyes. The French whore looked appalled, but lost no words to mince as she attempted to extend the olive branch.
At least she was smart.
... I need a fucking SOUL to consume.
....
She scanned the bar to the man necking in the corner with a broad, but the aura didn’t read vampire.... Bright. What was bright again?
... a changeling? Cathayan? … Right. She remembered.
.. Mage.
Dangerous--but worthy. “Set it up.”
Desiree’s eyes went to her prey, but her pack moved like a well-oiled machine without much conversation between them.. Gomez made a fire, Rowan pulled the alarm.. people started out.
She waited.
Moments.
Her fingers tightened on the hilt.
.....
That felt… so much better...
