Vampire and Angel
Dahlia runs her hands over the soft, plush material of the sofa "Thank you for the invitation to your base"
ℛoss smiles and tilts her head, not sure that she will be thanked again when she tells her the reason for the invitation but said with a soft smile "You are welcome, would you like to have a glass of absinthe?"
Dahlia: "I would love some absinthe. It reminds me of happy times I have had."
ℛoss pours some of the absinthe in a gold glass and hands it to the angel, then pours one for herself too
Dahlia takes the glass from the lovely lady, swirls the liquid around and puts the glass to her lips, sipping slowly."Oh my, delightful! This is a very old batch, isn't it?"
ℛoss: "I hope you enjoy drinking in gold, I do not enjoy silver a lot* - says looking at the angel drinkin - "and yes, it is, a few centuries old"
Dahlia: "Gold, silver, it's all the same. It is the human race that values such things. I only care that it is good for the taste of the drink." - smiles at the vampire and sits up, unfurling her wings
ℛoss5 looks at the angel and wonders if she knows that vampires do not quite enjoy silver, it s more like a torture to them to touch any silver, but nods and doesn t ask.
Dahlia: "You know, I sometimes wonder if all the finer things in life aren't older? The only real modern creation of worth is medicine." Dahlia drinks down the absinthe, then proffers the cup to the vampire, "Might I have a refill please?"
ℛoss: "I never get sick, my body is perfect, it will never change unless i somehow am forced to the "real death"
Dahlia: "Mmmmmm a perfect and healthy body. Must be a dream come true."
ℛoss: "But you have maybe noticed that *winks at the angel teasingly. Forever young, forever healthy... and yet.. it can be called a curse..."
Dahlia takes the now full cup back from the lady and nods a thank you. "Indeed...no argument form me about the perfect body." Dahlia sticks out her tongue in a teasing manner, then drinks more absinthe "A curse? How so?"
ℛoss: "Well... for some of my kind it is not a curse, for some others it is... for me it is... and it is all my fault"
Dahlia : "Why do feel so?" Dahlia drinks down the second glass of absinthe and, without asking, fills it again from the decanter.
ℛoss looks at the angel, wondering if she shouldn't ask her to stop, but then continues talking "My race has normally no moral code, while I do"
Dahlia shakes her head... "Yes, most vampires I have known are morally banrupt and ethically like rats...present company excepted."
Dahlia drinnks down the third glass of absinthe quicklky and fills it for a fourth round.
ℛoss smiles and tilts her head, not sure that she will be thanked again when she tells her the reason for the invitation but said with a soft smile "You are welcome, would you like to have a glass of absinthe?"
Dahlia: "I would love some absinthe. It reminds me of happy times I have had."
ℛoss pours some of the absinthe in a gold glass and hands it to the angel, then pours one for herself too
Dahlia takes the glass from the lovely lady, swirls the liquid around and puts the glass to her lips, sipping slowly."Oh my, delightful! This is a very old batch, isn't it?"
ℛoss: "I hope you enjoy drinking in gold, I do not enjoy silver a lot* - says looking at the angel drinkin - "and yes, it is, a few centuries old"
Dahlia: "Gold, silver, it's all the same. It is the human race that values such things. I only care that it is good for the taste of the drink." - smiles at the vampire and sits up, unfurling her wings
ℛoss5 looks at the angel and wonders if she knows that vampires do not quite enjoy silver, it s more like a torture to them to touch any silver, but nods and doesn t ask.
Dahlia: "You know, I sometimes wonder if all the finer things in life aren't older? The only real modern creation of worth is medicine." Dahlia drinks down the absinthe, then proffers the cup to the vampire, "Might I have a refill please?"
ℛoss: "I never get sick, my body is perfect, it will never change unless i somehow am forced to the "real death"
Dahlia: "Mmmmmm a perfect and healthy body. Must be a dream come true."
ℛoss: "But you have maybe noticed that *winks at the angel teasingly. Forever young, forever healthy... and yet.. it can be called a curse..."
Dahlia takes the now full cup back from the lady and nods a thank you. "Indeed...no argument form me about the perfect body." Dahlia sticks out her tongue in a teasing manner, then drinks more absinthe "A curse? How so?"
ℛoss: "Well... for some of my kind it is not a curse, for some others it is... for me it is... and it is all my fault"
Dahlia : "Why do feel so?" Dahlia drinks down the second glass of absinthe and, without asking, fills it again from the decanter.
ℛoss looks at the angel, wondering if she shouldn't ask her to stop, but then continues talking "My race has normally no moral code, while I do"
Dahlia shakes her head... "Yes, most vampires I have known are morally banrupt and ethically like rats...present company excepted."
Dahlia drinnks down the third glass of absinthe quicklky and fills it for a fourth round.
ℛoss: "I fight my true nature, this is my curse! My moral code! I was not like this before! I had no nightmares, i was what my race is supposed to be: cruel, with no ethic, some sadistic..." ℛoss takes the bottle, pours a drink for herself and hides it in a closet, looks at Dahlia and whispers gently "enough for today, angel... Angel, if i invited you here to my base is cos i was hoping that you could help me, and for this i need you sober..."
Dahlia wonders at the differences between this vampire and others she has known and even the ones she has had to kill, dispatching them to eternal death. She sloppily drinks down the fourth glass, mumbles something about delicious and looks vacantly at her hostess. "No more?" she squeaks weakly, then shakes her head to clear it. "How may I help you, lovely lady?"
ℛoss looks at the ground, focusing on the words that she is going to use, not sure how to say it, then looks back at Dah and speaks "I see faces, people, when i close my eyes... people I killed..."
Dahlia : "Ahhhhh, you still have a conscience!"Rare for a vampire. This is a good sign, vampire. You may still be salvaged."
ℛoss: looks nastily at the angel, not liking that word
Dahlia sees the reaction to her words. "No, it's not an insult, it is a sign you still have your soul."
ℛoss: "My maker was my teacher, when she saved me, she told me to go get my revenge out of the Baron who had killed the Prince my father and his warriors to kill me, too... and I did... I did things..."
Dahlia leans in closer to the woman as she speak, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder "What can i do to help?" Dahlia inhales and is overcome by a fragrance so intoxicating that it competes with the absinthe for control of her senses. "Is that perfume you wear?"
ℛoss: when i became a vampire and SHE told me how to feed... SHE asked me to go and show her that she had been right to offer me eternal life *stops and smells the air herself* i do not know, vampires smell good normally, unless they just fed, in that case they smell blood...
Dahlia : "Did she judge you worthy?" she looks around for something more to drink but sees nothing
ℛoss : looks deeply into the angel's eyes "You really want to know?"
Dahlia : "Absolutely. I am an angel and we are bred to be helpers, servants of all."
ℛoss: "I went to the Baron's palace, he was married, his wife was young and innocent, they had a new born, she was feeding him when i went in, i hesitated and SHE told me "Show me your power, show me your anger"
Dahlia stares at the vampire, riveted by her story.
ℛoss: "oh..." looks at the faerie who just came in.
Dahlia wonders at the differences between this vampire and others she has known and even the ones she has had to kill, dispatching them to eternal death. She sloppily drinks down the fourth glass, mumbles something about delicious and looks vacantly at her hostess. "No more?" she squeaks weakly, then shakes her head to clear it. "How may I help you, lovely lady?"
ℛoss looks at the ground, focusing on the words that she is going to use, not sure how to say it, then looks back at Dah and speaks "I see faces, people, when i close my eyes... people I killed..."
Dahlia : "Ahhhhh, you still have a conscience!"Rare for a vampire. This is a good sign, vampire. You may still be salvaged."
ℛoss: looks nastily at the angel, not liking that word
Dahlia sees the reaction to her words. "No, it's not an insult, it is a sign you still have your soul."
ℛoss: "My maker was my teacher, when she saved me, she told me to go get my revenge out of the Baron who had killed the Prince my father and his warriors to kill me, too... and I did... I did things..."
Dahlia leans in closer to the woman as she speak, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder "What can i do to help?" Dahlia inhales and is overcome by a fragrance so intoxicating that it competes with the absinthe for control of her senses. "Is that perfume you wear?"
ℛoss: when i became a vampire and SHE told me how to feed... SHE asked me to go and show her that she had been right to offer me eternal life *stops and smells the air herself* i do not know, vampires smell good normally, unless they just fed, in that case they smell blood...
Dahlia : "Did she judge you worthy?" she looks around for something more to drink but sees nothing
ℛoss : looks deeply into the angel's eyes "You really want to know?"
Dahlia : "Absolutely. I am an angel and we are bred to be helpers, servants of all."
ℛoss: "I went to the Baron's palace, he was married, his wife was young and innocent, they had a new born, she was feeding him when i went in, i hesitated and SHE told me "Show me your power, show me your anger"
Dahlia stares at the vampire, riveted by her story.
ℛoss: "oh..." looks at the faerie who just came in.
Andora screams "oh shit!" as the dragon barrels through the doors, tearing the frame and a knocking a few stones loose with his wings. she covers her mouth with her hand as she recalls the Queen does not like those words. she follows the dragon inside, her head cast down. she mumbles her form of apology, "oopsie"
ℛoss: "Did the egg... bacome a dragon, fae?"
Dahlia startled by the Fae's entrance, she jumps from the couch, settling back in after seeing who it is
Dahlia : "How cute! I haven't seen one of those since my days back in England. St. george used to hunt them as i recall..."
Andora nods silently. The dragon had torn through so fast she didn't even have time to knock. she glances to the ruined door and shakes her head. a worried look as the baby dragon stumbles around the room, knocking things over and breaking, destroying a few.
Dahlia : "A cruel man indeed"
ℛoss: gives evil glances to the fae and the dragon, then back to the her "Fae, do you want me to cut his head? If not, tell him to stop it! NOW!"
Andora appears even more embarrassed as the dragon snorts and coughs, a tiny flame singing the beautiful tapestry. "He is just a baby, vampy." she adds "Still in the learning stages. He has never been indoors before"
ℛoss: "That was an ancient tapestry!"
ℛoss: "You will have to repair it". Then looks at the angel, her guest, a little embarrassed... "she is a fae, you know..."
Dahlia nods knowingly
Andora Flux concentrates for a moment. she inhales deeply, the magic building, and she blows a breath of fresh winter, white and cold and sparkling. with an arm she dusts at the cloth, now cool but covered in frost. "See? good as new, vampy"
Dahlia chuckles, enjoying the solution
ℛoss: "Fae! wasn t that dragon supposed to be a pet to hold on my shoulder? Why is he so big?" and looks closer at the tapestry to be sure this is not just a fae's trick
Andora turns to the baby dragon, she finds she has to tilt her head up a little to look at it. She extends an arm, pointing a finger at him. She gives him a stern look. Keeps her voice firm as she shakes a finger "Shrink, dragon, shrink! you would be too heavy for the Queen's shoulder. Her crown weighs enough already, and we can not go around with her stumbling under all that weight" she waits expectantly."
ℛoss can t keep on being serious and laughs at the fae's words, even if she trys to look pissed off...
Andora jumps up and down, the petals and faerie dust flying from her "Gorgeous!!"
ℛoss: "Did the egg... bacome a dragon, fae?"
Dahlia startled by the Fae's entrance, she jumps from the couch, settling back in after seeing who it is
Dahlia : "How cute! I haven't seen one of those since my days back in England. St. george used to hunt them as i recall..."
Andora nods silently. The dragon had torn through so fast she didn't even have time to knock. she glances to the ruined door and shakes her head. a worried look as the baby dragon stumbles around the room, knocking things over and breaking, destroying a few.
Dahlia : "A cruel man indeed"
ℛoss: gives evil glances to the fae and the dragon, then back to the her "Fae, do you want me to cut his head? If not, tell him to stop it! NOW!"
Andora appears even more embarrassed as the dragon snorts and coughs, a tiny flame singing the beautiful tapestry. "He is just a baby, vampy." she adds "Still in the learning stages. He has never been indoors before"
ℛoss: "That was an ancient tapestry!"
ℛoss: "You will have to repair it". Then looks at the angel, her guest, a little embarrassed... "she is a fae, you know..."
Dahlia nods knowingly
Andora Flux concentrates for a moment. she inhales deeply, the magic building, and she blows a breath of fresh winter, white and cold and sparkling. with an arm she dusts at the cloth, now cool but covered in frost. "See? good as new, vampy"
Dahlia chuckles, enjoying the solution
ℛoss: "Fae! wasn t that dragon supposed to be a pet to hold on my shoulder? Why is he so big?" and looks closer at the tapestry to be sure this is not just a fae's trick
Andora turns to the baby dragon, she finds she has to tilt her head up a little to look at it. She extends an arm, pointing a finger at him. She gives him a stern look. Keeps her voice firm as she shakes a finger "Shrink, dragon, shrink! you would be too heavy for the Queen's shoulder. Her crown weighs enough already, and we can not go around with her stumbling under all that weight" she waits expectantly."
ℛoss can t keep on being serious and laughs at the fae's words, even if she trys to look pissed off...
Andora jumps up and down, the petals and faerie dust flying from her "Gorgeous!!"