Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
This is stupid, Lenore thinks as she looks up at the loathsome building in front of her. Just turn around and go home, before you completely lose your mind. You can learn more about Katharina. Take her back to the manor, help her settle better into her room. You might actually get her talking. . . .
But Lenore doesn't leave. No. Instead, she takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and closes her eyes as she opens the door. She wishes like hell that Eirnae could be here with her. But, she can't. And, she needs to stop being so damned weak. She relied on others too much. On their strength. Like Nyoka, and Eirnae, among others. She had to stop it, she needed to be strong for this.
She had had her fill of blood earlier in the day. Just to help her keep her mind off of Alasseo's and Rinon's, in case she were to anger again. Which was entirely possible when it came to her "family."
And if she talked about him again, she thinks as she walks up the steps.
She stops in front of the door she remembers, looking at it dumbly. Did she really want to do this? Did she want to hear about all of this? To hear them out? Did she want these crazy people in her life? She had enough drama, did she really need more?
Before she could talk herself out of it, she knocks on the door and waits.
Rinon answers the door. He looks shocked a moment. "Lenore," he says, regaining his composure. He steps back and opens the door fully now. "Please, come in."
It's the last thing she wants to do, but Lenore steps into the room. "Look, this doesn't mean I believe you," she starts, looking into Rinon's still-stunning eyes. "But I think it best I hear you both out."
"Of course," Rinon says quickly as he closes the door. "My mother is sleeping now, I'd rather not wake her."
Lenore nods. "It's probably best. The way she talks about. . . ." she trails off. "I'd rather not have another dose of that."
Rinon nods, and his eyes show that he very much understands where Lenore is coming from. He doesn't particularly like her biological father, either. He hurries to the small table in the room and pulls out a chair. "I'm going to get some wine before I explain everything to you," he starts. "That is, if you want me to be the one doing the story-telling," he adds, with a small smile.
To his shock, Lenore actually returns the smile. She nods and sits down.
Rinon politely pushes the chair close to the table before he goes to retrieve his wine.
But Lenore doesn't leave. No. Instead, she takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and closes her eyes as she opens the door. She wishes like hell that Eirnae could be here with her. But, she can't. And, she needs to stop being so damned weak. She relied on others too much. On their strength. Like Nyoka, and Eirnae, among others. She had to stop it, she needed to be strong for this.
She had had her fill of blood earlier in the day. Just to help her keep her mind off of Alasseo's and Rinon's, in case she were to anger again. Which was entirely possible when it came to her "family."
And if she talked about him again, she thinks as she walks up the steps.
She stops in front of the door she remembers, looking at it dumbly. Did she really want to do this? Did she want to hear about all of this? To hear them out? Did she want these crazy people in her life? She had enough drama, did she really need more?
Before she could talk herself out of it, she knocks on the door and waits.
Rinon answers the door. He looks shocked a moment. "Lenore," he says, regaining his composure. He steps back and opens the door fully now. "Please, come in."
It's the last thing she wants to do, but Lenore steps into the room. "Look, this doesn't mean I believe you," she starts, looking into Rinon's still-stunning eyes. "But I think it best I hear you both out."
"Of course," Rinon says quickly as he closes the door. "My mother is sleeping now, I'd rather not wake her."
Lenore nods. "It's probably best. The way she talks about. . . ." she trails off. "I'd rather not have another dose of that."
Rinon nods, and his eyes show that he very much understands where Lenore is coming from. He doesn't particularly like her biological father, either. He hurries to the small table in the room and pulls out a chair. "I'm going to get some wine before I explain everything to you," he starts. "That is, if you want me to be the one doing the story-telling," he adds, with a small smile.
To his shock, Lenore actually returns the smile. She nods and sits down.
Rinon politely pushes the chair close to the table before he goes to retrieve his wine.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Rinon finishes telling the whole truth. It is mostly a replay of things he said before. He pours himself another glass of wine and settles back in his chair, watching Lenore carefully. He watches as she sighs, and opens her mouth to say something.
Just what that something is, Rinon never finds out. For it is then that the door opens, and a tall, thin elf with long hair the exact color of Rinon's, and dark purple eyes, walks in.
The woman is decked out in artfully-studded, black leather, and holding a gun out in front of her. "Who's she, then?" the girl asks. Her voice is not graceful or beautiful. It is gravely, like that of a long-time smoker's.
"Gods, Ximena! Put that damned thing away!" Rinon says, angrily standing to his feet.
"Who is she?" Ximena asks again, emphasizing her words, her purple eyes fiercly locked on Lenore.
"Lenore, now put that contraption away," Rinon says through clenched teeth.
"That's Lenore?" Ximena says, lowering her gun a little, but still keeping it pointed, more or less, at Lenore. "Where's mom? If she's here, mom made you come."
"Hold on a flaming minute," Lenore says, her own eyes a bit angry as she stands from her seat. "Mum? What the hell is going on?"
"Lenore," Rinon says, a little pleadingly. "I didn't tell you about her because I never thought you would meet her. She is a bit. . . " he stops.
"Oh, please, dear brother," Ximena starts, sarcastically, as she still keeps her eyes on Lenore. "Tell our lovely sister just what the ******** I am."
"Ximena, please," Rinon pleads, trying to pacify her.
"No, by all means," Ximena says, walking to a chair, her boots makig a loud stomping noise with each step. She pulls the chair out and just flops into it, aiming the gun at Lenore. "This b***h has a right to know. Shall I list the usuals? I am unbalanced, a hooligan, a common thug. I am no good, not even worth the dirt on the bottom of your fancy little boots. Am I right?" she narrows her eyes at Rinon now, and starts to speak as though Lenore isn't in the room. "But this freak, she deserves your time. She deserves being in the family. Do you love her already? Is she more a sister to you than I?"
"That's it, I'm leaving," Lenore saysm her eyes turning crimson now. "It wasa mistake to be here, obviously. Rinon, I suggest you take your band of actors out of town before I do something I very much won't regret." With that, she leaves the room.
Rinon watches in disbelief as Lenore leaves. When he hears the door slam, he jumps a little.
Slowly, he turns narrowed, very angry eyes, at Ximena. He watches as she smugly puts the gun back into the holster strapped to her upper thigh.
Just what that something is, Rinon never finds out. For it is then that the door opens, and a tall, thin elf with long hair the exact color of Rinon's, and dark purple eyes, walks in.
The woman is decked out in artfully-studded, black leather, and holding a gun out in front of her. "Who's she, then?" the girl asks. Her voice is not graceful or beautiful. It is gravely, like that of a long-time smoker's.
"Gods, Ximena! Put that damned thing away!" Rinon says, angrily standing to his feet.
"Who is she?" Ximena asks again, emphasizing her words, her purple eyes fiercly locked on Lenore.
"Lenore, now put that contraption away," Rinon says through clenched teeth.
"That's Lenore?" Ximena says, lowering her gun a little, but still keeping it pointed, more or less, at Lenore. "Where's mom? If she's here, mom made you come."
"Hold on a flaming minute," Lenore says, her own eyes a bit angry as she stands from her seat. "Mum? What the hell is going on?"
"Lenore," Rinon says, a little pleadingly. "I didn't tell you about her because I never thought you would meet her. She is a bit. . . " he stops.
"Oh, please, dear brother," Ximena starts, sarcastically, as she still keeps her eyes on Lenore. "Tell our lovely sister just what the ******** I am."
"Ximena, please," Rinon pleads, trying to pacify her.
"No, by all means," Ximena says, walking to a chair, her boots makig a loud stomping noise with each step. She pulls the chair out and just flops into it, aiming the gun at Lenore. "This b***h has a right to know. Shall I list the usuals? I am unbalanced, a hooligan, a common thug. I am no good, not even worth the dirt on the bottom of your fancy little boots. Am I right?" she narrows her eyes at Rinon now, and starts to speak as though Lenore isn't in the room. "But this freak, she deserves your time. She deserves being in the family. Do you love her already? Is she more a sister to you than I?"
"That's it, I'm leaving," Lenore saysm her eyes turning crimson now. "It wasa mistake to be here, obviously. Rinon, I suggest you take your band of actors out of town before I do something I very much won't regret." With that, she leaves the room.
Rinon watches in disbelief as Lenore leaves. When he hears the door slam, he jumps a little.
Slowly, he turns narrowed, very angry eyes, at Ximena. He watches as she smugly puts the gun back into the holster strapped to her upper thigh.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
(( Because I am being lazy, I am doing coding later, if anyone happens to read this. . . ))
"Are you happy now? She's gone and you've just ruined what little progress we have made with her," Rinon says, unbuttoning his tunic before shrugging out of it.
Ximena only shrugs and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of her skin-tight shorts. She pulls one out and lights it as she puts her booted feet up on the table. She takes a drag before she speaks. "And what if I am?"
He throws his tunic over the back of his own chair and sits down, making a disgusted face as he pours himself a glass of wine. He thinks better of it a moment later, and just takes a swing from the bottle.
"That's the spirit, Rinon," Ximena smiles. "If only you had some whiskey around this place, I would actually think this a pleasant visit."
Rinon watches as Ximena ashes right onto the table. "Oh, would you put that disgusting thing out?" he snaps, taking another drink from the bottle.
Ximena takes a long drag and then, rather rudely, blows the smoke right into Rinon's face. "Deal with it," she says. After a tense moment of silence, she asks, "Why is she so important to ma? We aren't good enough for her?"
"You've always been too selfish to understand," Rinon replies. "And I think you still are."
Ximena only shrugs, puts out her cigarette, and stands. "Whatever. I'll leave you to tend to the bleeding heart." With that, she clomps out of the room.
Besides, if she is lucky, her little cigarette break hasn't prevented her from following Lenore. . . .
"Are you happy now? She's gone and you've just ruined what little progress we have made with her," Rinon says, unbuttoning his tunic before shrugging out of it.
Ximena only shrugs and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of her skin-tight shorts. She pulls one out and lights it as she puts her booted feet up on the table. She takes a drag before she speaks. "And what if I am?"
He throws his tunic over the back of his own chair and sits down, making a disgusted face as he pours himself a glass of wine. He thinks better of it a moment later, and just takes a swing from the bottle.
"That's the spirit, Rinon," Ximena smiles. "If only you had some whiskey around this place, I would actually think this a pleasant visit."
Rinon watches as Ximena ashes right onto the table. "Oh, would you put that disgusting thing out?" he snaps, taking another drink from the bottle.
Ximena takes a long drag and then, rather rudely, blows the smoke right into Rinon's face. "Deal with it," she says. After a tense moment of silence, she asks, "Why is she so important to ma? We aren't good enough for her?"
"You've always been too selfish to understand," Rinon replies. "And I think you still are."
Ximena only shrugs, puts out her cigarette, and stands. "Whatever. I'll leave you to tend to the bleeding heart." With that, she clomps out of the room.
Besides, if she is lucky, her little cigarette break hasn't prevented her from following Lenore. . . .
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Ximena thought right when she thought that her "sister" would want to feed again before heading home. She is all too familiar with anger, and some of the side-effects. But, right now, she is a bit happy. She'll get to see where this creature and her brood lives.
She follows Lenore as she jumps high into the air and sails a distance on the wind. She keeps a respectable distance behind her on her monster of a Harley.
She follows her down a long and twisted dirt road, thinking all the time why she doesn't just use the magic that her ma was always saying that Lenore had. It would be quicker, and safer if anyone is following her (like now).
Suddenly, Lenore disappears. Ximena frowns and turns off her bike. She looks around. Her eyesight is very good in the night light, or lack there of. But, she can't find her. Kicking the stand down, she gently sits the Harley up after she climbs off.
She takes a few tentative, silent, steps forward. Then, she walks quicker, more confidently.
It is then that she feels it. She feels it in her mind. The tendrils of magic are screwing with her.
She shakes her head, and tries to remember just what the hell she came here for in the first place. Then, she shakes it more vigorously, her blue-ish silver hair sparkling as it flies about her face.
She finally fights back the magic, but only when she steps back a bit. That ******** whore, Ximena thinks. I'll wait here, then. I'll warn you sooner or later. . . .
She follows Lenore as she jumps high into the air and sails a distance on the wind. She keeps a respectable distance behind her on her monster of a Harley.
She follows her down a long and twisted dirt road, thinking all the time why she doesn't just use the magic that her ma was always saying that Lenore had. It would be quicker, and safer if anyone is following her (like now).
Suddenly, Lenore disappears. Ximena frowns and turns off her bike. She looks around. Her eyesight is very good in the night light, or lack there of. But, she can't find her. Kicking the stand down, she gently sits the Harley up after she climbs off.
She takes a few tentative, silent, steps forward. Then, she walks quicker, more confidently.
It is then that she feels it. She feels it in her mind. The tendrils of magic are screwing with her.
She shakes her head, and tries to remember just what the hell she came here for in the first place. Then, she shakes it more vigorously, her blue-ish silver hair sparkling as it flies about her face.
She finally fights back the magic, but only when she steps back a bit. That ******** whore, Ximena thinks. I'll wait here, then. I'll warn you sooner or later. . . .
