Post by Giselle Audley on Apr 15, 2007 17:10:32 GMT -5
OOC: I suppose this should be my last post. When should we start the dinner thread? Do you want to finish the other one we have going in Don’s apartment before we start a new one?
Giselle rose from the couch and nodded. Fine by her, she wanted to be away from him anyway. Too much time with this vampire and she just might lose her head, as if she didn’t already. She needed time and space. Perhaps she’d feel better later. He said he’d leave in the early night, Giselle could sleep in and then go for a nice hunt and then maybe a club where she could flirt with some male mortal. That would make her feel better.
“As you wish. I have many rooms in this house, some are hidden. The library is on the second floor, fifth door to the right if you want to do some serious reading. Feel free to roam around. There are a few unconscious mortals in the cellar if you get hungry. Good night, Monsieur Formen,” she said. Giselle zipped up the marble staircase and ripped open her bedroom door and shut it quietly behind her.. She flung herself in her coffin and hugged a silk pillow. She pulled it over her face as if to suffocate herself and to her amazement, felt the warm trickle of blood tears. None of this should be happening to her. She didn’t deserve it. Something told her she didn’t excuse herself just so she could get some sleep.
Giselle rose from the couch and nodded. Fine by her, she wanted to be away from him anyway. Too much time with this vampire and she just might lose her head, as if she didn’t already. She needed time and space. Perhaps she’d feel better later. He said he’d leave in the early night, Giselle could sleep in and then go for a nice hunt and then maybe a club where she could flirt with some male mortal. That would make her feel better.
“As you wish. I have many rooms in this house, some are hidden. The library is on the second floor, fifth door to the right if you want to do some serious reading. Feel free to roam around. There are a few unconscious mortals in the cellar if you get hungry. Good night, Monsieur Formen,” she said. Giselle zipped up the marble staircase and ripped open her bedroom door and shut it quietly behind her.. She flung herself in her coffin and hugged a silk pillow. She pulled it over her face as if to suffocate herself and to her amazement, felt the warm trickle of blood tears. None of this should be happening to her. She didn’t deserve it. Something told her she didn’t excuse herself just so she could get some sleep.
