Élise de Cossé de Brissac (elisedecosse) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-07-14 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-20, elise |
Just cover your neck
Who: Élise & OPEN
What: Dinner (warning: violence) & then... bedlam?
Where: Outside the Baptist church
When: The darker side of sunset
Her sleep had been disturbed throughout the day. Despite her best efforts to claw her way back to rest, sunlight continued to invade her shelter as the earth turned. Three times she had relocated herself, crawling desperately around the Catholic church to keep up with the shadows it cast--and then inside, regardless of the possible presence of the humans she frequently remained blind to. It was an hour or so before sunset that a familiar scent jerked Élise from her temporary sanctuary, oblivious to the slowly dying sunlight. Slowly, her limbs unfolded and her feet found the floor, clunking in stolen heeled boots that were too big for her and shuffling out of the church with a slight limp. The trail she followed was almost visible, tangible. She could taste it, and if it would just stay still... Her limbs ached from injuries she could no longer recall, driven onward by sheer hunger. Please stay... please stay... The trail-maker had stopped a few metres away, but she did not have the energy for a chase. Please stay, please?
If the woman outside the church had turned around, she would have seen the blonde wraith of a vampire, hands outstretched in supplication. Stay for me? With a ragged stolen skirt paired with an equally ragged man's shirt that reached her knees; a pitiful sight, though the intent was less so. Stopping a foot or so behind her target, Élise frowned and bared her fangs, apparent disgust at having not been noticed yet leading her to grab the woman's collar and haul her backwards into the wall behind them.
There was a thud--flesh enforced with bone hitting bricks and mortar--and the Harbinger's face slipped into the most delicate of smiles. "Dieu vous bénisse, ma chère" she breathed, hands stretching towards the unconscious woman with curious fingers that wished only to caress and... Mine. Élise pulled her head forward, tasting the blood trickling down the back of her neck from where, somewhere, skin had split on impact. Naturally, somewhere along the way, her fangs became involved. She sat crouched on the floor, cradling the woman to her chest like a life-size doll, though her meal was interrupted by the taste of metal. In that elusive moment of clarity, she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand and examining the gold chain around the human's neck with childlike curiosity. "Alors..." Bloodstained fingers picked at the clasp of the crucifix almost reverently, but nothing could disguise the sheer delight she showed in having found one. She could not remember what happened to the last one, or when she had lost it.
The woman, she propped up against the wall again, deciding someone would find her--it did not occur to her to finish her off--and Élise wandered back to the church.
Or a church.
Now, lying on the floor outside the Baptist church, she pouted. She did not belong here. She had an elsewhere. Her bloodied hands and an equally bloodied face were a stark contrast against the clothing that remained comparatively clean, if not very worn. This was not where she wished to be. Squirming, she kicked at the ground and gave a quiet snarl in the hope that somehow her situation would change for the better. When it didn't, she kicked around again, then fell still, keening softly.