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She was bored.
The woman, for despite the youth on her face one could not deny that was what she was, swiftly got up from the plush seat that she had been occupying to stalk to the window on the other side of the room. She had knocked over the goblet she had been drinking from, spilling the magenta liquid on the wooden floor, but she couldn't have cared less. Looking out the window, the woman growled softly under her breath at the view that greeted her. While others would have found the sight of the flowers and sprawling fields bathed in the moonlight beautiful, all she could manage to muster was a feeling of contempt. She felt like a caged animal as she looked at the grey walls of the castle that she inhabited, and began to pace.
The other occupant in the room looked at the fidgeting woman calmly before she moved to clean the drink that the one she called Master had spilt. As the servant girl cleaned up the mess she listened silently to the quiet mumblings of her Lady. The girl had long become used to the way that her Lady would become agitated suddenly and without cause. It usually meant that they would be leaving the place that they had been staying at shortly after. It was as she was finishing up the cleaning that the girl realized that the room had gone quiet and that the presence of her Lady was no longer on the other side of the room.
Her Lady was now behind her.
A hand landed on the girls arm and, with strength one would not expect from the one who wielded it, hauled the girl up to stare up into the eyes of her Lady.
“Yes, Milady?” the young girl asked evenly as she looked into the woman’s red eyes, ignoring the fact that the grip that her Lady had on her was uncomfortable.
“We leave within the hour,” came the curt response.
The girl tilted her head slightly, platinum blonde hair falling into lilac coloured eyes. A curious look crossed the girl’s doll-like face as she stared at her Master.
“Where will we be going this time, Milady?” the girl asked, thinking about the numerous other places that they had occupied before this.
The woman gave a wild grin, giving the girl a good look at her enlarged incisors. Her grip on the girl tightening to the point where the girl felt a wince cross her face.
“I have heard a rumour that in the western hemisphere there lives a prominent wolf clan that has just given birth to the latest clan heir. I think that they would be delighted to have one of the oldest vampires alive visit them, don’t you think, pet?” the woman then paused, looking at the girl carefully, as if only then noticing her discomfort. Then finally, after a moment, the woman released her harsh grip on the girl, giving the bruised mocha coloured flesh a gentle caress as if in apology.
The girl looked back into the eyes of her Lady, not realizing when she had looked away, and then gave a small nod.
“Of course, my Lady,”
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Staring at the dingy looking windows of the run down looking mansion the woman could not stop the sneer from appearing on her face. She carefully surveyed the area surrounding the wolves abode and felt disdain rise in her throat. The plants that inhabited the area where hideously overgrown, the trees looked as if they had never been trimmed once, and the ground looked as if it had been gouged by some fearsome looking claws at some point.
The woman gave a snort of derision at the state of the yard and began to climb the stairs that lead to the mansion doors, motioning for her companion to follow her as she did so.
