Post by sangregrace on Jun 12, 2008 23:44:18 GMT -5
Can you imagine… running six major hotels spanned across the world plus several smaller ones scatter across America. She was a corporative legend; not many at the age of twenty four had so much going for them, especially a woman. Course most thought it was sort of handed to her from her Daddy, little did they know her daddy had been dead for a VERY long time. Sighing she shifted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and glanced around the large ballroom in her hotel at Paris France. Rose blanche en soie, was her prosperous hotel here in France, the Silk White Rose, in fact her trade mark was the white Rose. Back in the sixteen hundreds she’d played with being a pirate and at the Time had gone by Pagan. She’s robbed from the rich gave to the poor and left a white rose on the pillows of her ‘donators’ She grinned, she used it as family legend now. It was her trade mark and all her hotels where some form of White Rose.
“Mademoiselle O’Hudson? Vere… would you vike this vase?” a small boy about thirteen asked holding up a rich blue vase with delicate white roses and vines painted on it by a wonderful Indian woman in Iran. “Over there… by the piano” she said pointing to the large black freshly polished grand piano that was next to the band stand where the musician would be tonight playing as many of the French people and tourists came to dance and socialize.
She was throwing a ball here at her hotel and right now was over seeing the progress, the curtains were drawn and the servants were ordered as soon as she was done her to clean them but not while she was in the room. She was feeling weak as it was, she didn’t need to be blasted with pure sunlight and two in the afternoon, no matter how dimmed and dark it was. Shifting the stack of books, notes, and bills in her arms she sighed some. She was wearing the typical gray tweed strait skirt, pail blue pumps and a matching silk blouse that was long sleeved her hair was loose but stylish as the glasses on her face gave her a smart classy look she very much liked as a professional business owner. “is that all Ma’am?” the boy asked flashing her a grin and she was briefly aware the poor lad was in love with her… like every other male servant and man she’d come in contact with. Sometimes she really hated this curse of the vampire. Actually for the most part she did, she couldn’t feel the sun with out threat of losing her immortality; she could never fully open up to someone because they’d freak out if they knew what she was. Most other vampires didn’t understand her dilemmas, most were happy how they were no one knew she’d never lived her life… that she was doomed to prowl this earth an unloved girl, lost to her family for ever.
Even know thinking about her family brought pain and tears, shifting some she dashed them away aware the boy was still looking concerned and for her, smiling softly she shook her head, “that’s it for now peter… thank you” Her voice was soft as he slowly stepped away. She couldn’t have friends, because most men wanted her to end up under them in the sheets, and most women hated her guts. Only the rare few saw the woman beneath the sexy appeal of her body and the vampire. Moving she collapsed on the soft silky sofa in the corner, taking her shoes off she tucked them under her feet and leaned her head back relaxing for a brief and glorious moment, while the dark ballroom was silent and her senses were at ease. Horrible thing, her excellent senses always spike and were to the point of painfully aware of anyone in the room with her. SO no one could sneak up on her but for now she was relax and enjoying a quiet moment before she was once again managing boss and not really noticed for whom she was.
“Mademoiselle O’Hudson? Vere… would you vike this vase?” a small boy about thirteen asked holding up a rich blue vase with delicate white roses and vines painted on it by a wonderful Indian woman in Iran. “Over there… by the piano” she said pointing to the large black freshly polished grand piano that was next to the band stand where the musician would be tonight playing as many of the French people and tourists came to dance and socialize.
She was throwing a ball here at her hotel and right now was over seeing the progress, the curtains were drawn and the servants were ordered as soon as she was done her to clean them but not while she was in the room. She was feeling weak as it was, she didn’t need to be blasted with pure sunlight and two in the afternoon, no matter how dimmed and dark it was. Shifting the stack of books, notes, and bills in her arms she sighed some. She was wearing the typical gray tweed strait skirt, pail blue pumps and a matching silk blouse that was long sleeved her hair was loose but stylish as the glasses on her face gave her a smart classy look she very much liked as a professional business owner. “is that all Ma’am?” the boy asked flashing her a grin and she was briefly aware the poor lad was in love with her… like every other male servant and man she’d come in contact with. Sometimes she really hated this curse of the vampire. Actually for the most part she did, she couldn’t feel the sun with out threat of losing her immortality; she could never fully open up to someone because they’d freak out if they knew what she was. Most other vampires didn’t understand her dilemmas, most were happy how they were no one knew she’d never lived her life… that she was doomed to prowl this earth an unloved girl, lost to her family for ever.
Even know thinking about her family brought pain and tears, shifting some she dashed them away aware the boy was still looking concerned and for her, smiling softly she shook her head, “that’s it for now peter… thank you” Her voice was soft as he slowly stepped away. She couldn’t have friends, because most men wanted her to end up under them in the sheets, and most women hated her guts. Only the rare few saw the woman beneath the sexy appeal of her body and the vampire. Moving she collapsed on the soft silky sofa in the corner, taking her shoes off she tucked them under her feet and leaned her head back relaxing for a brief and glorious moment, while the dark ballroom was silent and her senses were at ease. Horrible thing, her excellent senses always spike and were to the point of painfully aware of anyone in the room with her. SO no one could sneak up on her but for now she was relax and enjoying a quiet moment before she was once again managing boss and not really noticed for whom she was.