Vampiric Interdiction

[25] Makhi Avilov

Envisioning it as a tiny dart board, from beneath her long lashes Karolinna shot dozens of little daggers at the lit up surface of her phone. As if the bothersome elna could feel the pricks from where he sat, no doubt slumped over a glossy new infradai blade, her fury was unrelenting. 

She absolutely despised being told what to do. She hated it when her parents did it, she hated it when the maids and staff tried to. Coming from Villahr, the exasperation she felt in her stomach was no less unsettling.

A quick wipe across the screen with her thumb saw the offending name disappear and the feeling in Karolinna’s gut vaguely dissipated.

“Another scotch,” she said loudly, though there wasn’t much need for the amplification as the music, for once, wasn’t too loud to hear ones thoughts. Which in all honesty was oddly stimulating for someone who thrives on the drone and clamour of angry rock music.

Perhaps it was just the brief buzz of the alcohol she had been drinking for the past hour. Since she ducked into the building, avoiding her usual route home and assuredly a dismayed Villahr coupled with a disheartened glare, Karolinna had been downing everything on tap like she would shots.

In a matter of minutes the liquid’s effects would be lost to the inhuman dominion of Karolinna’s body and her mood would be right back to where it started — annoyance combined with her miffed default. For a permanent buzz she would have to keep going.

Swallowing down the swig of liquid she had been holding a few moments on her tongue, the blonde set her glass down on the bar. The sounds of expertly played trombones and saxophones travelled effortlessly through her head. Smooth jazz played around her and swirled in and about her ears. The sounds soft and as polished as the bar’s marble counter topping.

There was quite the multitude gathered outside the door from what the faelna could tell from where she sat. When she twisted her body even further to get a better look she noticed the line went all the way down the block, judging by the fact that upon following the lengthy wall of windows, the view of each one to the street just collateral was obstructed by heads.

The grating gust of wind swooshing in, suddenly drew Karolinna’s gaze to the front door. No one else payed any mind except for the few standing close enough to get hit by the cold gale, and were Karolinna’s senses not already honed in to the area she wouldn’t have noticed either. Her main focus was still on the burn in her throat.

Unsurprisingly another beautiful couple entered the establishment decked out in jewels and the woman in a gaudy fur coat. Admittedly she was very fashion conscious, though clearly unfazed by the face that what she wore around her shoulders had once been breathing. Parting from her man, the woman made her way towards the bar. 

The male with her didn’t make it far in the door before a thin, yet sculpted brunette distracted him. In barely there attire hanging from a rope tethered to the ceiling, her flexibility was most impressive and the gears in Karolinna’s head would surely have started turning had her not her mind already been set on another.

The lady who had previously been on his arm looked back once from her stool and made a disgruntled face when she saw her ‘date’; Otherwise she made no real effort to show discontent whilst she sipped on white wine that had been placed before her in record time. 

Perhaps she really didn’t care, or perhaps as she was in turn too busy chatting up the handsome barkeep and making a fuss would only draw attention to the hypocrisy of the circumstances.

Karolinna smiled softly in her direction, her lips hardly curling at the corners as the barman left the woman’s company to go retrieve something from the back.