Tanith (silverwhip) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-06 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-26, tanith |
Are you going to punish me?
Who: Tanith, Alistair (NPC), Eztli (NPC-familiar)
When: Early afternoon
Where: Ad Gustum
At the rate she was going, Tanith was going to kill someone by the time the day was over.
Much to her dismay, when she pulled into the drive of Ad Gustum, Eztli was still running behind her. And if a cougar could have smiled, he would have been. Tanith scowled, parked, and stormed to the door. She waited in the open frame to see if it would follow. It waited, watching her.
“This is your only chance, so play me very carefully,” Tanith spat. “I ought to skin you alive.”
Eztli seemed unbothered as he sauntered in the doorway. “I was only fighting fire with fire, my dear,” he replied. ”Where shall I be staying?” So calm, so pompous. Tanith seethed some more.
“Do what you like,” she snapped. “Stay out of the basement.” And with that, she headed for the stairs. She had an appointment with Alistair within the hour, and she might as well prepare for it. Alistair was one she particularly loathed, and he would suffer double for her mood tonight.
She opted for the stairs instead of the elevator to the dungeons, still opening to storm off some of her hatred for the world at large. She was so lost in her own dark thoughts that she didn’t realize things were amiss until she was several feet into the first dungeon hallway. Then she froze.
Every door was open.
The doors were never open. Most of these spaces were cells. Closer to the elevator were the ‘guest’ rooms (which were mainly torture rooms for Tanith’s purposes), and on the opposite wing, closer to the stairs, were where the more illegal things were kept. Such as slaves.
Walking slowly, she peered into a cell. It had been occupied last night, but today? Empty. Shackles on the floor. This one had been a fighter. Frowning, she headed deeper down the hallway, taking an L-shaped turn. The hall of cells stretched long, and every door was wide open. Alistair, tall, pale, and wholly angelic, was sitting on the floor, leaning against the far wall. The keys were in his hand.
He looked up eagerly at the sound of her arrival. “Hello, Mistress.” His tone made Tanith’s stomach churn. It usually did. Right now, everything felt very cold. Her eyes went wide as she realized what had happened.
“What have you done?” she hissed.
Alistair looked up at Tanith, adoration heavy in his eyes. “I’ve done a horrible thing, Mistress. Are you going to punish me?” He looked hopeful. Tanith thought, I’m going to die, and wanted to throw up. Domina was going to have her killed. She’d always hated the slaves in this place, and here they were her undoing. She would be blamed for this.
Survival instinct and pure, righteous anger kicked in, and she advanced on Alistair in a heartbeat. Her silver knife was unsheathed in an instant, and though the vampire certainly could have stopped her, he never moved an inch. Only watched as Tanith plunged it into his heart.