Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
(( OOC Note: In some literature that I have read (the trilogy about Dracula's family in particular) has stated that when a vampire drinks the blood of one who is intoxicated, they can become intoxicated themselves. It makes sense to me, and in every short story I have ever written about vampires, I have used that. Therefor, it is fact in my little fantasy world, and I will use it to suit my purposes, when needed. ))
(December 31, 2004.)
Lenore stumbles a bit in the snow. She never really knew that her fetish boots were so slippery. She grins at Nyoka, who is helping her up.
Her daughter is not in her normal form. She looks like a normal, elf. Save for her muscles, and the wild pony tail atop her head. And her snake tattoo. . . .
When Lenore thinks about it, her daughter looks more like an Amazon pretending to be an elf. . . . Which is just what Nyoka is doing.
And this causes Lenore to giggle.
"Oi, mum," Nyoka rolls her eyes. She had a bit of vodka, but her tolerance, since moving back to Greece and having wine everyday, has seemed to strengthen. "I didn't know you could get drunk."
"I probably shouldn't have gone hunting on new year's eve, hmm?" Lenore asks, grinning again.
"Enough already. You sit here, and don't move," Nyoka says, pushing her mother into a chair. "I'm going to . . . hell, I'm grabbing a cup of tea for myself. You let the snow sober you up," with that, she walks into the cafe.
Lenore sits there, grinning stupidly, and not bothering to cover her fangs at all. She watches people, many of whom are drunker than herself, stumble through the snow on their way to . . . well, whatever party they are headed to. She laughs when she sees a woman fall and break the heel of her shoe, and watches as her date, or whatever the man is, clumsily helps her up.
Nyoka comes back outside carrying a steaming cup of tea. She sits across from her mum and looks her over.
After a long time of this, she says, "I think I should get you home."
"Nooooo, I don't want to go!" Lenore giggles, and stands. With surprising agility, she runs, far faster than even her athletic daughter can manage, down the sidewalk. She doesn't weave in and out of people very well, and knocks many of them down.
Nyoka grumbles and hurries after her mum.
Her keen eyes watch as her mum bumps into a man, and he accidentally trips her. She is sent flying right on top of him. Cursing under her breath, Nyoka hurries over to her, the tail of her leather trench coath flying behind her, revealing her long-bladed dagger.
"I'm sorry," Nyoka says as she drags her giggling mum off of the man. "She's a bit out of sorts tonight."
"Many people are, it is understandable," the elf says. The voice is very familiar, if only to Lenore. "I was looking for her, anyway. I've noticed that Durem seems to be her favorite haunt."
Nyoka lets go of the collar of Lenore's cloak, causing her to stumble (as her feet were not in contact with the ground just yet), and fall back into the snow.
"Heeey!" Lenore says, looking a little offended.
Nyoka, on the other hand, has her hand on the handle of her dagger. "Why are you following my mum?" she asks, her eyes now narrowed at the elf.
Rinon's starry blue eyes meet Nyoka's reptilian green ones, and for a moment he actually fears for his life. This woman before him seems more than capable of killing him without blinking an eye. "I am an acquaintance of your mother's," he starts, standing and nervously straightening his silver-stitched, black tunic, and smoothing down his blue-tinted, silver hair.
"He's the nutter claiming to be my half brother," Lenore says as she stands. She brushes the snow off of her cloak, and short skirt. "He brought 'round a woman claiming to be my mum. A right old wraith she is. Horrible. But, he did a good job finding someone who looked like me."
Nyoka's eyes, still narrow, slide from her mum, to the now angry-looking Rinon.
(December 31, 2004.)
Lenore stumbles a bit in the snow. She never really knew that her fetish boots were so slippery. She grins at Nyoka, who is helping her up.
Her daughter is not in her normal form. She looks like a normal, elf. Save for her muscles, and the wild pony tail atop her head. And her snake tattoo. . . .
When Lenore thinks about it, her daughter looks more like an Amazon pretending to be an elf. . . . Which is just what Nyoka is doing.
And this causes Lenore to giggle.
"Oi, mum," Nyoka rolls her eyes. She had a bit of vodka, but her tolerance, since moving back to Greece and having wine everyday, has seemed to strengthen. "I didn't know you could get drunk."
"I probably shouldn't have gone hunting on new year's eve, hmm?" Lenore asks, grinning again.
"Enough already. You sit here, and don't move," Nyoka says, pushing her mother into a chair. "I'm going to . . . hell, I'm grabbing a cup of tea for myself. You let the snow sober you up," with that, she walks into the cafe.
Lenore sits there, grinning stupidly, and not bothering to cover her fangs at all. She watches people, many of whom are drunker than herself, stumble through the snow on their way to . . . well, whatever party they are headed to. She laughs when she sees a woman fall and break the heel of her shoe, and watches as her date, or whatever the man is, clumsily helps her up.
Nyoka comes back outside carrying a steaming cup of tea. She sits across from her mum and looks her over.
After a long time of this, she says, "I think I should get you home."
"Nooooo, I don't want to go!" Lenore giggles, and stands. With surprising agility, she runs, far faster than even her athletic daughter can manage, down the sidewalk. She doesn't weave in and out of people very well, and knocks many of them down.
Nyoka grumbles and hurries after her mum.
Her keen eyes watch as her mum bumps into a man, and he accidentally trips her. She is sent flying right on top of him. Cursing under her breath, Nyoka hurries over to her, the tail of her leather trench coath flying behind her, revealing her long-bladed dagger.
"I'm sorry," Nyoka says as she drags her giggling mum off of the man. "She's a bit out of sorts tonight."
"Many people are, it is understandable," the elf says. The voice is very familiar, if only to Lenore. "I was looking for her, anyway. I've noticed that Durem seems to be her favorite haunt."
Nyoka lets go of the collar of Lenore's cloak, causing her to stumble (as her feet were not in contact with the ground just yet), and fall back into the snow.
"Heeey!" Lenore says, looking a little offended.
Nyoka, on the other hand, has her hand on the handle of her dagger. "Why are you following my mum?" she asks, her eyes now narrowed at the elf.
Rinon's starry blue eyes meet Nyoka's reptilian green ones, and for a moment he actually fears for his life. This woman before him seems more than capable of killing him without blinking an eye. "I am an acquaintance of your mother's," he starts, standing and nervously straightening his silver-stitched, black tunic, and smoothing down his blue-tinted, silver hair.
"He's the nutter claiming to be my half brother," Lenore says as she stands. She brushes the snow off of her cloak, and short skirt. "He brought 'round a woman claiming to be my mum. A right old wraith she is. Horrible. But, he did a good job finding someone who looked like me."
Nyoka's eyes, still narrow, slide from her mum, to the now angry-looking Rinon.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Rinon takes an angry step forward, not intending to hit Lenore, but to get in her face. But, he is stopped by a blade pointed at his throat. He takes two steps back, and raises his hands. "My mother is a sore spot with me," he explains, not the least bit appologetically though.
Nyoka does not move the blade. "How did you find her? Who sent you?" she asks, her voice agressive, and her face a little feirce.
Lenore whistles a little, not really having much contact with this side of her daughter. "She came home with the head of a god, Rinon," she says, after Rinon just stares stupidly at Nyoka for a very long five minutes. "I think you'd better answer her."
Rinon's fair skin seems to have turned an unhealthy gray. He is not accustomed to having weapons pointed at him. He has never been a fighter, never. He hates weapons, prefering his books and writing over them. So, for him, the sight of a dagger being pointed at him is not a good one. "My mother sent me. She's with me right now. She wanted me to find Lenore, so that she could try to make peace with her," he explains. "For giving her up. She wanted to see how she was. . . . She is close to dying. . . ."
Nyoka keeps her blade steady. "What proof do you have of this?" she asks, her eyes narrowing even further.
"If you put your blade away, I can take you to my mother. She can tell you everything. . . ." Rinon replies.
"I'm not going off with some nutter, Nyoka," Lenore protests.
Nyoka shakes her head at her before returning her gaze to Rinon. "My blade stays out, and you walk in front of us. Lead the way."
Sighing, and feeling a bit more sober at the prospect of spending yet another night with the funny farm escapees, she resigns herself to following Nyoka's and Rinon's lead. However reluctant her steps might be.
Nyoka does not move the blade. "How did you find her? Who sent you?" she asks, her voice agressive, and her face a little feirce.
Lenore whistles a little, not really having much contact with this side of her daughter. "She came home with the head of a god, Rinon," she says, after Rinon just stares stupidly at Nyoka for a very long five minutes. "I think you'd better answer her."
Rinon's fair skin seems to have turned an unhealthy gray. He is not accustomed to having weapons pointed at him. He has never been a fighter, never. He hates weapons, prefering his books and writing over them. So, for him, the sight of a dagger being pointed at him is not a good one. "My mother sent me. She's with me right now. She wanted me to find Lenore, so that she could try to make peace with her," he explains. "For giving her up. She wanted to see how she was. . . . She is close to dying. . . ."
Nyoka keeps her blade steady. "What proof do you have of this?" she asks, her eyes narrowing even further.
"If you put your blade away, I can take you to my mother. She can tell you everything. . . ." Rinon replies.
"I'm not going off with some nutter, Nyoka," Lenore protests.
Nyoka shakes her head at her before returning her gaze to Rinon. "My blade stays out, and you walk in front of us. Lead the way."
Sighing, and feeling a bit more sober at the prospect of spending yet another night with the funny farm escapees, she resigns herself to following Nyoka's and Rinon's lead. However reluctant her steps might be.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
As Rinon leads the women, he starts to speak. "I met your brother a few days ago," he says conversationally to Nyoka. "From what little I could gather from him, he seemed more agreeable than you."
Nyoka looks at her mum sharply. "You let him talk to Damien when you thought him dangerous?" she says, her voice just as sharp as her eyes.
"Krista and Tinania were with us," Lenore says, wincing a little at the sharp tone in her daughter's voice. "Between Krista and I, we could have easily cursed him and been long gone before he woke up."
"You think he is a spy! Don't you think there would be others watching him?" she hisses, reverting back to the snake tongue.
"It crossed my mind," Lenore hisses back, her tone angry now. "But there wasn't much I could do about it, was there? The a*****e was there already! Don't you talk that way to me! If you're so damned worried about him, why did you leave!"
"Because I thought my mum had more sense than this!"" Nyoka snaps back.
"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt your conversation," Rinon starts. "But, we are here." He points to the inn, and smiles a little nervously. "I will take you to my mother's room. I think now would be a good time to sheath the weapon, unless you want to be stopped."
Nyoka hisses, but sheathes the dagger. With her hand on the handle, and using the other hand to drag her mum behind her, she follows Rinon again.
Rinon stops in front of a door at the end of the halway on the second floor. He knocks on the door before he opens it a crack. "Mother?" he asks.
"Rinon?" a small, raspy voice replies in elven. "Just a moment, let me get my robe on." she says.
Rinon closes the door and stands in front of the women, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks at Nyoka a moment. She looks the part of any, rebellious teen, in her knee-high, clunky boots, green fishnet stockings, short black leather skirt, and green, velvet shirt, all under a leather trench coat. But you can see that she is older than that. Perhaps in her twenties? How did Lenore have the child, then? "It will be a moment. My name is Rinon, by the way. Rinon Isilme," he extends his hand to her.
Nyoka eyes his hand, and does not take it. When she doesn't, Rinon lets it fall limply to his side. "Nyoka Slytherin-Natenhar," she says in her smokey voice, which sounds much like Fiona Apple when she sings.
Rinon is about to reply when the door opens again. A frail woman leans heavily on the doorframe and looks at Nyoke with haunted, dark purple eyes. Her sallow skin seems a little too large for her, as though she has lost a great deal of weight in a short span of time, and her skin looks bruised under her eyes. The dark pink robe she has on seems to be at least three sizes too big for her.
She seems to study Nyoka, wordlessly. Her purple eyes show a little fear in them, despite Nyoka looking far more normal than she usually does. Her eyes move to Lenore, who is studying the wallpaper in the hall as though it is the most interesting thing she has ever seen.
"Let me help you inside, mother," Rinon says gently. "Please, come in," he tells Lenore and Nyoka before doing just as he offered.
Nyoka looks at her mum sharply. "You let him talk to Damien when you thought him dangerous?" she says, her voice just as sharp as her eyes.
"Krista and Tinania were with us," Lenore says, wincing a little at the sharp tone in her daughter's voice. "Between Krista and I, we could have easily cursed him and been long gone before he woke up."
"You think he is a spy! Don't you think there would be others watching him?" she hisses, reverting back to the snake tongue.
"It crossed my mind," Lenore hisses back, her tone angry now. "But there wasn't much I could do about it, was there? The a*****e was there already! Don't you talk that way to me! If you're so damned worried about him, why did you leave!"
"Because I thought my mum had more sense than this!"" Nyoka snaps back.
"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt your conversation," Rinon starts. "But, we are here." He points to the inn, and smiles a little nervously. "I will take you to my mother's room. I think now would be a good time to sheath the weapon, unless you want to be stopped."
Nyoka hisses, but sheathes the dagger. With her hand on the handle, and using the other hand to drag her mum behind her, she follows Rinon again.
Rinon stops in front of a door at the end of the halway on the second floor. He knocks on the door before he opens it a crack. "Mother?" he asks.
"Rinon?" a small, raspy voice replies in elven. "Just a moment, let me get my robe on." she says.
Rinon closes the door and stands in front of the women, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks at Nyoka a moment. She looks the part of any, rebellious teen, in her knee-high, clunky boots, green fishnet stockings, short black leather skirt, and green, velvet shirt, all under a leather trench coat. But you can see that she is older than that. Perhaps in her twenties? How did Lenore have the child, then? "It will be a moment. My name is Rinon, by the way. Rinon Isilme," he extends his hand to her.
Nyoka eyes his hand, and does not take it. When she doesn't, Rinon lets it fall limply to his side. "Nyoka Slytherin-Natenhar," she says in her smokey voice, which sounds much like Fiona Apple when she sings.
Rinon is about to reply when the door opens again. A frail woman leans heavily on the doorframe and looks at Nyoke with haunted, dark purple eyes. Her sallow skin seems a little too large for her, as though she has lost a great deal of weight in a short span of time, and her skin looks bruised under her eyes. The dark pink robe she has on seems to be at least three sizes too big for her.
She seems to study Nyoka, wordlessly. Her purple eyes show a little fear in them, despite Nyoka looking far more normal than she usually does. Her eyes move to Lenore, who is studying the wallpaper in the hall as though it is the most interesting thing she has ever seen.
"Let me help you inside, mother," Rinon says gently. "Please, come in," he tells Lenore and Nyoka before doing just as he offered.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Nyoka starts after Rinon. When Lenore doesn't move, she grabs her scaled wrist and drags her after her.
"Consider this punishment for allowing him to be around Damien," Nyoka hisses.
"Oh, sod off, Nyoka," Lenore hisses back.
Alasseo turns her sad eyes to Lenore again. "Your father spoke in that manner," she says, her thin lips twitching a little, as if they are undecided on whether to smile or not.
"Don't you talk about him around me," Lenore says through clenched teeth. "I don't want to hear anything about him, do you hear me? Not a word! He killed my parents, my real parents, you fraud. He almost killed me, and he has tried to take my son from me!"
Nyoka grabs her mum's shoulders and gives her a little shake. She looks at her mum's eyes and narrows her own when she sees the crimson seeping into her mother's amber irises. "Calm down," she says, her tone one of warning.
Lenore glares at Nyoka, before turning away from her, breathing deeply in an effort to get a grip on her temper.
Nyoka looks back at the fragile woman.
Alasseo is clinging to Rinon, even as he is settling her back on her bed. Her overly-large, purple eyes are sparkling with tears she is obviously trying to keep at bay as she stares at Lenore's back. "I can't help it that I loved him, and that I still do," she says in the same raspy voice.
Lenore stiffens and her hands clench at her side. The muscle in her jaw is twitching, and Lenore can hear the blood of everyone in the room pounding in their veins. She spins on her heel and faces Alasseo again. "That's it. I am out of here," she looks at Nyoka as she breathes heavily in her effort to keep her still-rising temper in check. When it comes to her birth father, her temper is short. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to this. . . . b***h talk about that b*****d any longer. You can stay if you like, but I am leaving." With that, she slams the door open and storms out.
Nyoka sighs, and turns back to the pair left in the room. Alasseo, who burst into tears, complete with body-wracking sobs, when Lenore called her what she did, has her face burried in Rinon's tunic. Rinon is staring after Lenore, anger in his eyes again, and a touch of hurt. "I appologize for her behavior. But, I need to go, I need to try and calm her down before she does something stupid." She gives Rinon a nod before sprinting out of the room.
"Consider this punishment for allowing him to be around Damien," Nyoka hisses.
"Oh, sod off, Nyoka," Lenore hisses back.
Alasseo turns her sad eyes to Lenore again. "Your father spoke in that manner," she says, her thin lips twitching a little, as if they are undecided on whether to smile or not.
"Don't you talk about him around me," Lenore says through clenched teeth. "I don't want to hear anything about him, do you hear me? Not a word! He killed my parents, my real parents, you fraud. He almost killed me, and he has tried to take my son from me!"
Nyoka grabs her mum's shoulders and gives her a little shake. She looks at her mum's eyes and narrows her own when she sees the crimson seeping into her mother's amber irises. "Calm down," she says, her tone one of warning.
Lenore glares at Nyoka, before turning away from her, breathing deeply in an effort to get a grip on her temper.
Nyoka looks back at the fragile woman.
Alasseo is clinging to Rinon, even as he is settling her back on her bed. Her overly-large, purple eyes are sparkling with tears she is obviously trying to keep at bay as she stares at Lenore's back. "I can't help it that I loved him, and that I still do," she says in the same raspy voice.
Lenore stiffens and her hands clench at her side. The muscle in her jaw is twitching, and Lenore can hear the blood of everyone in the room pounding in their veins. She spins on her heel and faces Alasseo again. "That's it. I am out of here," she looks at Nyoka as she breathes heavily in her effort to keep her still-rising temper in check. When it comes to her birth father, her temper is short. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to this. . . . b***h talk about that b*****d any longer. You can stay if you like, but I am leaving." With that, she slams the door open and storms out.
Nyoka sighs, and turns back to the pair left in the room. Alasseo, who burst into tears, complete with body-wracking sobs, when Lenore called her what she did, has her face burried in Rinon's tunic. Rinon is staring after Lenore, anger in his eyes again, and a touch of hurt. "I appologize for her behavior. But, I need to go, I need to try and calm her down before she does something stupid." She gives Rinon a nod before sprinting out of the room.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Nyoka finds Lenore right in front of the inn. To her great shock, her mum is retching in a trash bin, her long, green hair hanging in a curtain over her face.
Nyoka hurries to her, and pulls her hair back. The tips are splattered with blood, and Nyoka shakes her head at it.
It isn't too long after that Lenore pushes away from the trash can, pushes Nyoka away from her, and falls into a heap in the snow. Nyoka sits next to her, waiting for her to speak.
When she doesn't, Nyoka says, "You can't fake the kind of hurt that I saw in that woman up there."
"People do it all the time, and get paid for it," Lenore says sourly, burrowing into her cloak. "They haven't told me anything that I, and the rest of the wizarding world, don't already know."
"Mum, open your eyes, quit being so damned stubborn!" Nyoka says, her voie raised. "You spent two years looking for that woman up there. And now you don't want anything to do with her. What is this really about?"
"There's nothing to say," Lenore says, her jaw tense again. "She is a fraud. Her and that damned man. Drop the subject."
Nyoka stays in a thoughtful silence a moment. Finally, she says softly, "You wouldn't be replacing them if you accepted Rinon and Alasseo for what they say they are. Your mum and dad, I mean."
"I said drop it!" Lenore yells, pushing herself to her feet. She glowers down at Nyoka. "Keep your nose out of it, and go back to that palace you ran away to!"
Nyoka looks up at her mum, angry and a little hurt. She stands and looks down at Lenore. "Fine, if you want it to be that way," she says. Not a second later, she disappears.
Lenore shakes her head, and angrily kicks the snow where Nyoka was standing moments ago. She looks up at the building that she just left. With a sneer, she spits at it, and then disappears as well.
Rinon was watching the whole time. When Lenore disappears, he shakes his head sadly. He isn't sure that his mother had the right idea anymore. They are disrupting a happy life, and his mother's health is getting worse because of all of the added worry. Perhaps he can convince her to go back home. . . . He'll try in the morning. . . .
Before going to bed, he watches as fireworks shoot into the air.
Nyoka hurries to her, and pulls her hair back. The tips are splattered with blood, and Nyoka shakes her head at it.
It isn't too long after that Lenore pushes away from the trash can, pushes Nyoka away from her, and falls into a heap in the snow. Nyoka sits next to her, waiting for her to speak.
When she doesn't, Nyoka says, "You can't fake the kind of hurt that I saw in that woman up there."
"People do it all the time, and get paid for it," Lenore says sourly, burrowing into her cloak. "They haven't told me anything that I, and the rest of the wizarding world, don't already know."
"Mum, open your eyes, quit being so damned stubborn!" Nyoka says, her voie raised. "You spent two years looking for that woman up there. And now you don't want anything to do with her. What is this really about?"
"There's nothing to say," Lenore says, her jaw tense again. "She is a fraud. Her and that damned man. Drop the subject."
Nyoka stays in a thoughtful silence a moment. Finally, she says softly, "You wouldn't be replacing them if you accepted Rinon and Alasseo for what they say they are. Your mum and dad, I mean."
"I said drop it!" Lenore yells, pushing herself to her feet. She glowers down at Nyoka. "Keep your nose out of it, and go back to that palace you ran away to!"
Nyoka looks up at her mum, angry and a little hurt. She stands and looks down at Lenore. "Fine, if you want it to be that way," she says. Not a second later, she disappears.
Lenore shakes her head, and angrily kicks the snow where Nyoka was standing moments ago. She looks up at the building that she just left. With a sneer, she spits at it, and then disappears as well.
Rinon was watching the whole time. When Lenore disappears, he shakes his head sadly. He isn't sure that his mother had the right idea anymore. They are disrupting a happy life, and his mother's health is getting worse because of all of the added worry. Perhaps he can convince her to go back home. . . . He'll try in the morning. . . .
Before going to bed, he watches as fireworks shoot into the air.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
"Mother," Rinon says as he reinters the room. He walks over to the drapes and pulls them open, allowing the sun to filter through the window and onto Alasseo's bed.
Alasseo squints and burries her face in the pilows. "Close the curtains!" she rasps, her eyes stinging a little from the light. She is not accustumed to light, as she stays away from most natural sources.
Rinon sighs and does as she asks. "I need to speak with you. About Lenore," he starts. "I think we need to return home. Lenore is not taking this well, her relationship with her daughter might be going bad. We seem to be tearing her apart, opening old wounds that she is not ready to face right now. . . ."
"I cannot leave," Alasseo says. "Not because I am being stubborn," she starts in a louder voice when Rinon opens his mouth to speak again. "But because I am not healthy enough right now. We will give her time. I did not know that the humans that took her in were murdered. It explains a little, though. Her behavior at least. We will approach her later."
Rinon sighs and starts to pace a little. It is a long time before he finally nods and looks back at his mother. "Alright, we will not leave until you are well enough. Now, mother, you need to eat. . . ."
Alasseo squints and burries her face in the pilows. "Close the curtains!" she rasps, her eyes stinging a little from the light. She is not accustumed to light, as she stays away from most natural sources.
Rinon sighs and does as she asks. "I need to speak with you. About Lenore," he starts. "I think we need to return home. Lenore is not taking this well, her relationship with her daughter might be going bad. We seem to be tearing her apart, opening old wounds that she is not ready to face right now. . . ."
"I cannot leave," Alasseo says. "Not because I am being stubborn," she starts in a louder voice when Rinon opens his mouth to speak again. "But because I am not healthy enough right now. We will give her time. I did not know that the humans that took her in were murdered. It explains a little, though. Her behavior at least. We will approach her later."
Rinon sighs and starts to pace a little. It is a long time before he finally nods and looks back at his mother. "Alright, we will not leave until you are well enough. Now, mother, you need to eat. . . ."
