"Why are we here again, sister? France is not exactly my choice for a holiday..."
Alliss glanced over at her younger sister Annalisa, who, despite her urging, had a lovely towns girl fawning over her. Impulsive and reckless, Annalisa was going to get them in trouble...
"Did you have to compel her to follow us? There is curfew here, you know." Alliss said annoyed, not bothering to answer her sister. They had settled in this sleepy French province some three weeks ago, escaping the sudden turn of events in Spain. "You know why."
"As fun and bloody as it had been, I was looking forward to snapping the necks of those hunters." Came the dark reply, the tone conveyed clearly meant that the other woman meant it.
"Take the girl home." ---
"Go inside. Tell no one where you have been or with whom you have been with. No one must see the marks on your body."
Emerald green eyes stared into the young woman's as she spoke to her. Annalisa gave very specific instructions, sending the girl into the house . Turning away, she paused, hearing hushed voices. They spoke in French, but she understood them just as well... ---
"There are hunters about," Alliss said as soon as Annalisa entered. The older looking sister poured three cups of wine, looking up to Annalisa. The fire was going behind her, something they normally didn't bother with. The sound of three heartbeats became known and the younger sister's gaze fell upon three stunning blondes... "Veela hunters."
"Ve 'ave come 'ere for 'elp." The Matriarch said, her gaze connecting with the younger looking vampire. "To protect our family line."
"And in exchange for our help, these Veelas have promised to make an item that would allow us to walk the day once more." Alliss finished, handing the wine to the three women. "What say you, sister?"
"Let's kill some hunters." ---
"Vare aar you, pretty flouwr?"
The heavy sound of boots pounded against the street as the hunter stalked its prey through the streets of Paris into a small alley way. "Come owt." Tapping a cross bow against he wall of a building, he searched the night.
"Leetle Veela." Came a gruff voice, the sound of a knife unseathing a moment later sung through the air. "I do not vaant to play zhe games vith yew."
Boxes began flying through the narrow street as he stalked the night for a Veela.