Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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Murielle emerged to find herself in front of a dilapidated house. It looked American in build, but she couldn't be too sure on that. Finn would know more about that, given that he'd read a lengthy book on the variations of architecture in the western world.
Her thoughts turned sour when she inadvertently thought about the vampire that had made himself at home in her house and somehow also her heart. After many years of seclusion, he just waltzed right in and became a fast friend for Murielle.
This was why she was there, standing in front of an abandoned building that screamed ominosity. She had to work for a few minutes on controlling her thumping heart and shaking form.
No matter what awaited her inside, she had to pretend to be confident, pretend like the constant danger that surrounded her wasn't making her want to collapse in on herself.
If this Elijah person was indeed a vampire, then there was no doubt in her head that he had already realised she was outside. She was human, so obviously human, and so easily detected. In that case, it'd be better to get this over with.
The corridors were dark—too dark. It was light outside, and the morning sun bathed all the surroundings in a warm glow that the corridors of this house did not have. Small light fixtures provided a small guide as to where you were putting your foot, but Murielle felt isolated from all of nature within this house. Like a moth to a flame, she stuck to the small lights and their warmth, darting through the darkness with heightened nerves to the next spotlight. She fluttered through what little light this man-made nightmare provided quietly.
Nothing was natural; nothing came in and nothing went out. She let her intuition guide her feet, trusting it as she had all of her life, and mentally prepared herself for what awaited her.
You can do this. Mysterious, aloof, and in control. This was the mantra that she repeated in her head as she reached a set of double doors that were conveniently already thrown wide open.
The situation before her was an unusual one. By their body language, it seemed three of the four present were vampires, while one was a trembling human, the furthest away from Murielle. To her right was a vampire, a woman whose eyes kept flickering between the other two vampires in the room.
She was worried for the one that was being circled, the one who seemed as still as was vampirically possible, who was muttering out an apology to the person who seemed to prey upon him.
From even this distance, Murielle could see the glint in the other vampire's eyes. Though refined, handsome, and seemingly well-kept on the outside, this vampire seemed inclined to murder. The other man would not survive today, and on the off chance that that man was the Elijah she was after, she couldn't allow such an event to happen.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She spoke in as confident a voice as she could manage, checking out her nails for added effect. Murielle wasn't an actor; she had no idea why she thought she could pull this off.
