Should you invite a vampire?

 

One figure had indeed heard the voice and from quite some distance, her enhanced hearing easily being able to detect it, despite the wind. She had originally planned on simply walking by and simply letting the gatehouse guard deal with it, however, when she did not hear the sound of the gate opening, the mage had decided to take matters in to her own hands. Namely, the woman had walked straight in to the gatehouse and after a few moments or so, a brief flicker of magic could be seen and a large toad would soon be leaving the gatehouse, croaking in fright as it hopped through the snow, trying to escape from the woman. A fitting punishment for sleeping on the job and leaving their guest waiting. After taking the keys, she would then head towards the gate, her shapely body soon coming in to view. Wearing a black and purple dress, it was clear that she was no guard and the look in her eye was certainly not one to give that impression either.

"Excuse the delay but the majority of the people here are completely useless at their jobs," Medeia would say dryly, unlocking the gate from her side and opening it, while briefly giving the woman before her a once over with her purple eyed gaze, "Congratulations on reaching the peak of the mountain, I am sure that it must have been quite a challenge for you." There was a hint of mockery in her voice and it could be caught if the woman was canny enough to detect it. The woman's shouting had hardly impressed her and the temptation to just roll her eyes was strong, however, she would at least hear what this woman had to say. "I suggest that we head inside the castle, before you freeze to death."

She would then turn around and start making her way towards the large white castle, fully expecting the other female to follow her. Medeia's hunch was that the woman was no doubt wishing to join the guild and no doubt become another crazed lunatic that dwelled with in the halls. It was to be expected, she supposed, as no doubt the reputation of the guild was starting to spread although the thought of being known as an animal was certainly not one that she relished. The barbarity that most members seemed to live in was rather repulsive for her and it only strengthened her belief that she stood at a level higher than most. She was a goddess and above killing just for the sake of it.

Pushing the heavy doors open, she would lead the pale woman in to the entrance hall of the castle, revealing the grandiose design that the guild master seemed to love. It was only then that she would turn towards the woman again and speak once more, "I suppose introductions are in order, I am Medeia, one of many who call this castle home, as distasteful as it might be. Who are you and why have you come?"

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"A frog that you have thankfully now put out of its misery," Medeia would answer, uncaring as to the fate of the fool who had kept Atarah waiting. He had one simple job and had failed miserably but it was to be expected, she supposed. Her words about most of those who lurked among the temple had not been a lie and there were quite a few that the witch herself would like to remove. However, such things were beneath her and she would instead amuse herself in other ways, both mentally and physically, "I bid you welcome to the entrance hall of the guild known as Errings Rising," she would then say, although her tone of voice contained just a hint of scorn. It was not directed at Atarah as such, just her own personal opinion of some of the members. "Here you will find the most colourful group of mindless, barbaric and blood loving lunatics that you could possibly imagine."

She did not miss the look in Atarah's eye and the purpled eyed woman crossed her arms across her sizeable chest, "Oh, so you find me alluring, do you?" she would answer, a slight tease to her voice, "Well, if you are accepted into the guild then perhaps we can get together sometime or perhaps even if you are not." Medeia was rather amused by the forwardness of the woman and it did arouse her curiosity somewhat. There was certainly something different about this female and there was more to her than there appeared. In any case, it was her task to find out more about the pale figure in front of her although she would have to admit that she certainly was finding herself becoming more personally interested by the second. Atarah was certainly attractive and Medeia found the tall pale woman incredibly easy on the eye, so much so that her gaze would begin to wander from time to time, making little effort to hide the fact. Oh, she was definitely interested and Medeia found it rather difficult to maintain her composure for a moment or two. In time though, she was able to pull herself together though and returned to her interviewer like tone. There was a smile forming though, a playful one and her eyes were certainly showing her growing interest. This interview could turn out to be more fun than she had first thought.

"So, Atarah," she would then go on to say, "What is it that you seek sanctuary from? Your people perhaps or the world in general? There are many who have come here in the hopes of removing the world of law and order. Perhaps that is what has caused you to come here? Everyone has their story and I admit that I would love to hear yours." The look in her eye would alter slightly as she watched the woman in front of her. If she had not been paying full attention before, she certainly was now.

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Medeia listened as Atarah spoke, her head tilting slightly to the side as she did so. She detected no lie in the woman’s words and took her at her word. There was a noticeable look of understanding as the vampire spoke of her past and being bound for centuries, locked away from the world. She knew precisely what that felt like, her angelic partner having suffered the same fate and her expression softened for just a moment. Yet, it was only for a moment and her face soon returned to its neutral disposition. There were similarities between them, which only increased her feeling of curiosity and perhaps something else too. The look in her eye still contained a hint of desire and hearing her story only intensified that emotion.

When a question was posed to her, Medeia pondered for a few moments, before delivering her answer, “Whimsy? Boredom? A desire to attract and meet beautiful women?” she said with a smile, “I have no love for the law and to see it come crashing down is certainly a spine tingling thought although I do not think that I require this guild to do that. No, I think in truth, I simply joined for the sake of it and I can assure you, should I feel the need to leave then I will do just that. I certainly do not have any loyalty to this place or those who reside within it. Oh, there are a few members who I would like to get to know but I could do that without a guild branding.”

Stepping forwards, she would approach the vampire and look her in the eye, “I can understand your story though and believe me, I know precisely what it is like to be locked away and left to rot. You see, I encountered a prison just like yours among the sands of Desierto and after releasing the woman inside, I inherited her gifts, after having my way with her first, of course. I can remember every day that she spent in that prison, a prisoner of the gods, expelled from the heavens just because of her need for companionship and love for being in control.”

The truth was that Medeia has reached a stage where she had the powers of so many different forms of being that she was unsure of just what she was.

“So, now that you are free to do as you please,” Medeia would then ask, bringing the topic back around to Atarah again, “What do you hope to accomplish? Do you seek revenge against the world or maybe you seek to rule it? What is it that drives you?”

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There was little in the way of movement from the witch as Atarah walked around her and she simply listened to the pale haired woman’s words. The question about her strength was amusing and while there were many among the guild members who would probably jump at the chance to boast about their powers and so on but that had never been truly Medeia’s way. Oh, she was strong but it was always more fun to let others find that out for themselves. They always seemed surprised although she was unsure why. Perhaps she simply looked unimposing or something? A smile did cross her face at the mention of becoming better acquainted though, catching every subtle gesture that Atarah was making, “It is as I said previously, my friend. Once this business has been dealt with, by all means seek me out and I will show you just how strong I am.” Her tone had a playfulness to it and she was far less subtle than the beautiful woman in front of her.

The changes in Atarah’s gaze and body language were impossible to miss and as she spoke about wanting to bring fire and destruction, Medeia felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. Normally, such words did not usually get much of a reaction out of her but there was something about the vampire that had attracted her attention, well, more than what usually attracted her. Her smile grew and all of a sudden, the purple haired angel’s gaze would suddenly burn brightly too, her inner lust and desire momentarily coming to the surface. “Then I believe you have come to the right place because that is the core of what those here wish to achieve. We seek the end of the law and all those who wish to enforce it upon us. It is as simple as that.”

Medeia took another step forward and was about to give in to her suddenly burning impulses but another voice suddenly cut across from the other side of the room, causing her to sigh. What a time to be interrupted, she thought to herself, before turning her gaze in the direction of the familiar voice, watching as the guild master approached, flanked by two servants. Her gaze briefly focused on the pair of them and although she paid little heed to the man, the woman did peak her interest and her still passion filled gaze would momentarily wander over the girls form. She was certainly pretty and the temptation to say something was one that Medeia had to struggle to stop herself from doing.

Focusing back on the white haired queen, Medeia would simply chuckle when answering the question posed to her, “Oh, I have been on my best behaviour, naturally.” There was a somewhat teasing tone to her voice and the look in her own would become one of mischief. To be surrounded by so many beautiful women was quite a pleasure for the female obsessed witch and a pleasure that did not get to experience all that often. It did seem that the guild was filled with males lately which annoyed her somewhat. “Atarah has a tale that I am sure that you will want to hear all about.” Her wandering eyes would even briefly glance over the beautiful queen, unable to quite control herself, before stepping back so that Saraphina could continue from where she had left off.

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Jen had been sleeping rather peacefully through the cool night. That was, of course, until her ears picked up on a new voice within the halls of her new home. She had been sleeping quite soundly, too, being woken in the middle of a REM cycle. Still, she figured it might be in her best interest to see what was going on, and who this person was. Without bothering to get dressed, she got up, and walked to the door of her room. The cold floor had stopped bothering her a week prior, as she had found a way to remedy the situation.


As the three outside spoke, a doorway creaked not far from them as it opened. "Right...I really need to fix that." Came the voice from the other side, before a woman with hair of gold, and eyes of garnet strode out to meet them. She knew two of the figures, somewhat. Saraphina, the guild master, was easy enough to pick out. The other, Medeia, was someone she had worked with before, and had started to develop a sort of fondness for.


This other woman, however, was someone whom she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting just yet, and that was reason enough to approach. "Hi. Jen Ford, nice to meet you. I see you've already met our lovely Guild Master, and the ever charming Medeia. So, the big question is, what should I call you?" The realization of her clothing, or lack of, mistake had not yet hit her as she beamed at the three of them. She was thinking about a job that she and Medeia had pulled recently, and wasn't fully awake, as she stood there waiting for a response of some sort from any of them. This was certainly turning out to be an interesting evening, morning, whichever time it was.

As she was no longer a part of the conversation, Medeia would walk around and up behind her beautiful mentee. It was incredibly difficult not to keep her eyes off of her and her eyebrows rose high when she looked down and noticed Jennifer’s additional equipment, that was now visible for the world to see. Clearly, the blonde had been keeping a secret or two from her and the witch did a remarkable job of not chuckling in surprise. She managed to keep the expression on her face neutral but inside, she was laughing like crazy at the sheer nerve of her close friend. Was friend the right word for Jen? In truth, Medeia was not quite sure, it felt like something deeper although she could not quite put her finger on the right word at that point. “You never told me about your not so little friend,” she would whisper wickedly into Jennifer’s ear, before trying to focus on the conversation taking place.

The witch was pleased that Atarah had decided to join the guild, although she had already assumed that was going to be the final outcome. The vampire would make a lovely addition in her own opinion and Medeia was greatly looking forward to the two of them becoming closer. There was definitely an attraction and the fallen angel was not the type to simply ignore her desires, quite the opposite in fact. Listening to Atarah’s tale for a second time only amplified this feeling and Medeia understood better than most about what being locked away for so long could do. Oh, it had probably made her stronger in the end but the endless darkness of that prison still haunter her on occasion, much to her annoyance. Soon, she would have her vengeance though and rip out her father’s throat for daring to do it to her.

As Atarah mentioned her distaste for etiquette and her desire for blood, Medeia’s attempt at restraint would break apart and she would dryly quip, “You have definitely come to the right place, my dear.”

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