Vampiric Interdiction

[40] Passageways

“If this is your idea of a joke, I’m not seeing the hilarity in it,” said Karolinna frantically, and she lifted her hand to her bosom and pressed it there. Her heart had kickstarted itself into a faster drumming and the unfamiliar feeling of it pumping faster than her body was accustomed to made her chest ache; an uncomfortable pressure then clouded her brain.

“I’m serious,” Denaii answers, demonstrating by attempting to push his hand through the opening but all that resulted was the veins almost rupturing in his hand with the shear force and blood coating his knuckles when the resistance became too much. WHen he pulled his hand back it looked as if he had just run them against a brick wall or along a cheese grater.

A string of obscenities, including multiples of a certain four-letter word beginning with ‘F’, poured from the faelna’s mouth and she began pacing the room once more. It wasn’t helping much to calm her —well, it wasn’t helping at all actually— but it gave her something to do with her feet other than making an attempt at kicking herself for being so stupid.

The thought had never occurred to her that Villahr would have gone as far as to block exit from her quarters entirely. Perhaps it only applied to the supernatural, which would mean Villahr couldn’t either, unless he dropped the barrier. Her concern at this moment though was not the aforementioned vici, it was the creature of the night still taking up place by the window.  He was watching her with stilled eyes, entirely too calm about the situation for someone who would be implicated just as badly if not worse.

“Damn it, Lahr!” Karolinna cried out loudly, to which a maid walking by at that moment gave the door to her room a sharp wrapping before inquiring to whether or not she was okay or needed anything.

“Fuck off!” came the only response, and Karolinna waited for the wheels of the trolly that man had been pushing to continue on down the hall. Denaii knew this wasn’t a laughing matter, but he couldn’t eli but to grin widely at the vici’s reaction. He hid this as best he could by turning his head to the window and biting down hard on his lip to kill the look of amusement before she could  see it. He reminded himself again that this was nothing to smirk over, but the action came involuntarily.

Karolinna’s skin was flushed as she darted about the room. The colour reminded Denaii of the smooth surface of glass in both it’s icy blue colour and the apparent flawlessness. He watched as the female searched for a place to hide him, one hand waving about haphazardly and the other still flat against her chest, her talons digging into the bare skin of her breast and leaving faint bloodied pin-prick markings which she hardly noticed.

The bathroom was out of the question, and as large as her closet was, Villahr would notice Denaii’s distinct aroma eventually. Not that he smelled bad, like one would imagine a technically dead form to be, but there was the faintest of reminders to his scent that gave off the subtly that he was indeed of the undead. This would go unnoticed to mere mortals, but with a vici’s heightened senses it wouldn’t be too hard to miss.

Suddenly Karolinna stopped at the end of her bed, and she stood dead still. Denaii watched her with slight alarm, and the first thing he thought to do was reach out a hand to her, but thought against it because perhaps his comfort would only be detrimental to the situation right now; it would not take away her panic. She was staring at the wall behind her bed intently, as if the colour upon it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

“Come,” she said, then abruptly hurled herself forward. She made a tear for the end table, pulling it harshly from it’s place next to the bed, sending old, long since emptied bottles of Chilla, her clock, and an assortment of other glittering nicknacks —probably jewellery of some sort, though Denaii didn’t get a very good look at them — flying all over the floor, landing around his black booted and buckled feet.