Post by ceudes on Jul 2, 2008 17:51:47 GMT -5
Colette peeked her head around the tree she was hiding behind, then collapsed against it in a fit of laughter. She was pretty proud of herself-- she had to admit.
Colette had been roaming the night at her leisure when the air had suddenly crackled with the sound of a woman's scream. Following the noise, Colette had discovered a girl about to be raped near a small pub.
It was a stroke of luck. Not for the woman, of course, but certainly for Colette, who was finding it difficult to stomach innocent human blood this evening. She'd interceded and had let the woman watch as she ripped out the flesh covering the man's major artery and drank from him until he was nearly dead. Of course the girl had run away screaming stupidly at the top of her lungs... but Colette couldn't really blame her. It was kind of tacky, sinking your teeth into the dirty flesh like that, with the jugular spewing its contents about no matter how hard you tried to contain it.
With the girl out of the picture, however, the real work began. Colette had stripped the criminal and mutilated him in a way that would have made Thomas proud-- (Thomas, her creator, had been a castrato in his life.) Then Colette had exchanged clothes with him, forcing the half-conscious man into her little sky-blue dress and even squeezing his feet into her heels before sending him on his way. She'd pierced his ears with one of her fangs and given him her earrings, as well-- the outfit just wouldn't have worked without them. Watching him stumbling along the tiny back road, delirious from the vampiric kiss and looking like a hooker worthy of the streets of Paris... well, it gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.
Now, of course, Colette was dressed like a rapist. It was pretty amusing-- she had to hand it to herself. Even more so when she considered the fact that the girl she'd rescued would probably be more traumatized by the fact that she'd witnessed a real-live vampire in action than she would have been if Colette had simply allowed her to be attacked. Ah well. Humans just didn't appreciate anything, no matter how many blessings life threw in their rosy little faces!
The breeze kicked up and Colette caught a strange mix of smells that were difficult for her to distinguish. She still felt a little giddy from the blood she'd just stolen. But someone was near; that much was certain, and Colette was ready for them.
Colette had been roaming the night at her leisure when the air had suddenly crackled with the sound of a woman's scream. Following the noise, Colette had discovered a girl about to be raped near a small pub.
It was a stroke of luck. Not for the woman, of course, but certainly for Colette, who was finding it difficult to stomach innocent human blood this evening. She'd interceded and had let the woman watch as she ripped out the flesh covering the man's major artery and drank from him until he was nearly dead. Of course the girl had run away screaming stupidly at the top of her lungs... but Colette couldn't really blame her. It was kind of tacky, sinking your teeth into the dirty flesh like that, with the jugular spewing its contents about no matter how hard you tried to contain it.
With the girl out of the picture, however, the real work began. Colette had stripped the criminal and mutilated him in a way that would have made Thomas proud-- (Thomas, her creator, had been a castrato in his life.) Then Colette had exchanged clothes with him, forcing the half-conscious man into her little sky-blue dress and even squeezing his feet into her heels before sending him on his way. She'd pierced his ears with one of her fangs and given him her earrings, as well-- the outfit just wouldn't have worked without them. Watching him stumbling along the tiny back road, delirious from the vampiric kiss and looking like a hooker worthy of the streets of Paris... well, it gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.
Now, of course, Colette was dressed like a rapist. It was pretty amusing-- she had to hand it to herself. Even more so when she considered the fact that the girl she'd rescued would probably be more traumatized by the fact that she'd witnessed a real-live vampire in action than she would have been if Colette had simply allowed her to be attacked. Ah well. Humans just didn't appreciate anything, no matter how many blessings life threw in their rosy little faces!
The breeze kicked up and Colette caught a strange mix of smells that were difficult for her to distinguish. She still felt a little giddy from the blood she'd just stolen. But someone was near; that much was certain, and Colette was ready for them.
