Thursday, 6:58 PM
There were no windows at all, no light from the moon the chilled metal of the bleak and hollow corridor, plates of thick, military grade steel that housed within them a mass of wires and circuitry designed to counter any sort of surveillance from the outside world. While it was a cool seventy five degrees outside on this beautiful evening, the halls were as cold as a morgue…and just as dead, but a little life would be injected shortly into this bleak, empty surrounding.
At the other end of the corridor, there stood two elevator doors that soon opened with a light hiss of air, followed by the gentle pattering of Converse hi-top sneakers across the barren steel floors. The person who had just left the elevator, an odd teenage girl with wild blue hair tied in sloppy pigtails, skipped down the hall while humming to herself some made up tune in her head, a cheerful fervor to her stride. She had on her
typical style of clothing along with a bit of smoky eye-shadow, and as always her favorite kind of shoes.
Happily the strange girl hummed ambling down the hallway, turning left towards a door and gently nudging it open with a resounding creak. Her eyes, shiny emeralds, even in the dim candlelit glow of the room, trailed from the large, elegant dresser over to the queen sized bed, where upon it slept a woman with fiery red hair, a bit tousled from her tossing and turning in her somewhat peaceful slumber, her lips parting slightly to give a small glimpse of her own fangs as incoherently she mumbled turning over again.
The girl giggled, a grin showing off the tiny daggers of ivory in her mouth, and slipped into the room, climbing onto the bed and giving the woman a little shake,
"Mistress, It's time to wake up."~"Mngh....Wha...what?"~, The woman stirred raising her head from her pillow and turned over to look upon her young servant with tired yet piercing blue eyes, as blue as ice they appeared to the girl.
~"Already? But I was just having a wonderful dream?"~ She yawned rubbing her eyes and stretching. Cheerily the girl asked,
"Ooh! Was I in it, Mistress?"~"But of course you were, sweetie."~ The woman purred with a wry smile.
~"And Camille, you don't have to call me Mistress all the time. You're not my slave, darling."~ A sly wink she gave before slipping out of bed, dressed in only a silk negligee but it soon fell to the floor, revealing her decadent figure in all its majesty.
Of course, she didn't seem to mind the girl observing her bare splendor. After all, they were quite...close, to put it in better words.
"Umm...o-okay, Rebecca." A warm hue of rose finding its way to her cheeks, Camille answered. Rebecca smiled all the more and sauntered to her dresser, pulling out a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties before slipping into them and making her way to her closet. Twas no surprise what her
outfit would be, casual yet with a professional modesty. (just the blouse and sweater mind you. She actually wears a black pencil skirt instead)
As she straightened her blouse, Rebecca pondered of her new digs. She never expected her prison cell would be so lavish, given what it was. At least she wasn't sealed away in a coffin in some dark corner of a basement. That much she could agree on, but still...it was clear she hated this place.
~"So sweetheart,"~ She asked her cute servant.
~"Any word from Director Stone? I figured he would be the one to rouse me from my much needed sleep, the right cunt."~"Umm...no not really." Camille answered shaking her head, pondering for a moment drumming her dainty fingers against her lips,
"Hmmm...Oh! But he did say something about a lead on a vampire coven in the city. Apparently there's some kind of feud brewing between these three clans. I didn't really catch all of it when I overheard him speaking to the other huntsmen, plus he kinda...shooed me away."Her eyebrow rose slightly at the message given.
~"Is that so."~ Rebecca mused sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping her feet into her heels.
~"Well then, my dear, I guess we have a whole new hunt on our hands."~ She stood up, sauntering over to her dresser and opening the third drawer down, not expecting to find undergarments or any of her lingerie she saved for her sweet Camille, but instead what met her...was a bouquet of devastation, an assortment of tools necessary for her...nightly hunts. From the drawer she fetched a few throwing knives and a simple dagger, slipping them into her garter under her skirt, three small vials of holy water, and her main weapon, a silver and nickel plated Beretta 92fs Inox, loaded with special made 9mm bullets, forged from a silver cross donated by St. Thomas' Holy Church in Manhattan. She loaded a fresh magazine into the pistol and cocked back the slide, flipping it on safe and stowing it as well underneath her skirt in a special holster strapped to her thigh.
Then from the room she ventured, the cute little thrall following behind her.