A N J O-Of-Tempest
The-Lady-Harlot
The Elder must have been very close, or older then the succubi in question because she still did not seem impressed...or maybe, the toils of unlife had finally taken their toll on the Elder, meaning she was probably close to burying herself; as Elders were wont to do when it was time for them to sleep. She merely blinked in a slow, unconcerned manner as she circled the Succubi and sniffed the air in a testing manner: Apparently, the scent of the blood dripping from the Succubus was tempting something in the Elder.
"I think I will stay and help you, but..." She eyed the Succubi for a while before continuing on in her train of thought. "I should really go back on the hunt for my own kind. These young ones are tiring for me."
The elders mind was telling her to leave, but her dead heart was saying something else. It would really suck if an elder buried herself without tasting the finest blood around.
"If you wanted to leave the door was open a long time ago....bow down and I will think about your case." she added a thorned diamond encrusted whip formed at her hand. In case the elder decided to disobey.
"You think I will bow to you, Sister?" Said the Elder, sounding highly amused; to an almost insane pitch, her voice reaching a high shriek of laughter that would ring in the ears for hours on end.
"You think I am just a Vampire...just a vampire..." She laughed again, shaking her head to make that mane of white flow about her white face, blood continuing to pour from the deadened sockets. "No, I am much more than that, lovey: So much more." She gave a smile.
Then the Vampire changed forms...