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Ava Katherine Carlisle (littlestangel) wrote in light_of_may,

It could be argued that Ava's job was similar to Sebastian's, to present a pretty (or well, absolutely adorable) public face and charm the humans into believing vampires - Gabriel House vampires, specifically - weren't nearly the free-will-discarding nightmares they were perceived to be. Problem was, Gabriel House often enjoyed flaunting their utter lack of regard for human choice, and if Ava weren't currently using her youth to her advantage making millions off Hollywood, she supposed she'd give a little more free reign to her predator's urges rather than make discreet use of a hunter to obtain the special bloods she so enjoyed tasting. But dear God, had she wanted to take a bite out of the man who'd tried to get her to take a part in Breaking Dawn as it entered the development stage. If one asked her, that was justifiable cause for murder.

She'd let him go, of course; he had people who would miss him and who'd known he'd made an appointment to see her. But she was considering going back and taking care of business anyway. Liquid red had always been a good color on her. She noticed Sebastian taking note of her; manners would have dictated he approach first - she was older, after all, and a lady - but she supposed it was hard to remember old-world courtesy when one was surrounded by giggling twentysomethings all too happy to throw themselves at his fangs. And other body parts, of course. So she graced him with a nod, managing the regal gesture without making herself look ridiculous by virtue of long practice - and the fact that in her child's face was an unmistakably mature gaze. No one looking at Ava just now - truly looking at her - would ever confuse her for a real child.

"I'd just managed to settle them down, Sebastian," she murmured with a sardonically plaintive tone to her voice, pitched low - but she knew his vampire hearing would have no trouble picking it up beneath the music. "And then you had to come and rouse their excitement once again." As if punctuating her words, the clicking of high-end DSLR lenses could be heard in rapid staccato, paparazzi trying in vain to get a coveted shot of Hollywood vampires in Heme's well-guarded VIP section.