Post by Galuwen on Jul 22, 2006 2:30:41 GMT -5
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Streets lined with cobblestone fill the air with the sounds of passing by carriages. Armagh, one of the oldest towns of Ireland, seemed dark and cold that October night.
Just as she had remembered it. Anastasia Mckell was not much to look at for a girl in her late twenties, at least in her mind. Long red hair, blue eyes, 5'3 and as she put it the shape of a dough ball.
She spend most of her days helping her father tend to the mending and daily repairs of the Catholic church. But she always wanted more. Something she could not explain. An unattainable feeling of joy and of sorrow. A feeling that was called....
"The devil's mind!" the priest behind the black bars in the confidential yell. "Leave this church!"
She had said very little to cause such a reaction by him. Just of her dreams at night. He said he felt evil within her. Funny all she felt was the food from the pub she had for lunch.
Confused she rain out of the church and into the dark night sky. where a man stood waiting for her. A stranger, but yet he seemed familiar. He had shoulder-length curling black hair, blue eyes like the color of a really good sapphire, and remarkably pale skin.He wore no shirt,scars across his back as if he had been whipped. An out stretch hand reached for her.
"Your power called to me, ma petite. No dead in the city could fail to feel your power tonight. And I am the city, so I came to investigate."
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Galuwen's blue eye's shot open. As she sat up she reminded where she was. Candle light filled the room as red Velvet draped under her. A large Victorian black embroidered couch stood in one Conner, almost hidden in shadows. Other then that the room was bare.
"I was starting to think you where going to sleep all night," a female voice said.
"And you aren't know for sleeping till 2am." She said as the two women laughed.
Allura was taller then Galuwen. Green eyes that with just the right light turned orange. They had known each other for six years now. Both around the same age when they where killed. She was wearing a long black evening gown. Her blond hair was piled on top of her head.
"Everyones wondering where you are. It is rude to keep our guest waiting."
"Damn, the banquet. I forgot." Galuwen said as she jumped up and began to run to her closet. Still wearing her long shear night gown. "We have at lest twenty banquets a week you think the vampire coven wouldn't care if I miss one."
Allura watched as Galuwen pulled one dress out after another. "Well you are the Master of the city's Pomme de Sang . You have to. Comes with the job."
"Alright, give me ten minutes to get ready." Galuwen replied.