 Vashti, youngest wife of , during the times of ancient Summeria. Through the evil machanisms of jealous older wives she lost her children, her husband and eventually her life. Brought back as a vampire by an Egyptian traveler Vashti took her revenge upon those that harmed her and escaped with her creator. Years later she struck out on her own, moving through the centuries on her own and sometimes in the company of others.  Dassah, adopted daughter of Vashti. An albino girl of fourteen who was turned during French Revolution. Because of the cruelity of her former master Dassah's mind was broken and she bounces between childlike innocence and twisted insanity. Boughts of cruelity is a natural reaction for her. |
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Vampires
Through the smoke filled room the shadowy figures emerged. Their eyes glowed an eerie pale green and mouths open in a fierce hiss, revealing elongated teeth dripping in the thick crimson blood from their latest victims.
“Argh.” One of the men growled, striking out with a meaty hand, his fingers hooked into claws as he reached out to the lone man searching for escape.
Hiss.
“You won’t bite me, you blood suckers!” Stumbling backward through the smoke, the man held up a makeshift cross made from the splintered ends of a broken broom.
One of the vampires hissed again, crying out in pain as his eyes lit on the cross and covered his face with his hands then disappeared. As the man turned blindly in the fog another vampire popped up, growling, hands lifted up to the side of his head, fingers curled with wickedly long nails.
“Aaaah….” The man jumped, swinging his broomstick cross around, seeking its protection as the vamp spun away to become enveloped in the thick dark air around.
Giggles filled the air.
“Shhh.”
“They’re not even doing it right.” Dassah turned to the man lounging next to her on the couch, frowning as she pointed a delicate finger at the television screen. “It’s a freaking broom. Any vampire with half a brain would just rip that thing outta his hands and stab him with it!” She motioned with her hands as if she were the vampire on the TV then mimicked impaling herself in the chest. “Right there, shove it right through.”
“Shut up. You’re ruining the movie.” Tanis complained as his upper lip lifted in a snarl. Reaching for the wine glass filled with a thick red liquid seated on the end table next to him, he turned his blue eyes back to the screen, trying to block out the complaints from the teenager sitting next to him.
“I wonder if there’s a fan in the room. A nice fan could be fun. You just pick the guy up and stick his head in the blades then splat…instant mess.” Glancing at the various faces around the room, none paying much attention to her, Dassah turned on her cushioned seat; arms crossed over the back of the couch and rested her chin on her forearms. She sighed then getting no response she did it again, this time dramatically.
Feeling her eyes on me I glanced up from my book and arched an eyebrow in question.
“I’m bored, momma.”
With a gentle smile, I slid the bookmark in place where I had left off reading and closed the book for I knew there was no way I would be finishing it tonight, not with the mood Dassah put herself in. Setting it down on the side board next to my chair I clasped my hands together on my lap and waited patiently for her to begin her long list of complaints. Looking at the child, it dawned on me that no one from the outside of our strange, little family would notice the difference between us for in apparent age we seemed no more then five or six years apart though in reality centuries separated us, centuries spoken in blood, death and horror. Lives such as ours, lived in secret, was often boring to Dassah, who though she was over five hundred years old was still locked in the mind frame of a mentally undeveloped fourteen year old. A very lethal, very disturbed fourteen year old.
“Why are you bored, Dassah? I thought you picked this movie?”
Thursday nights were movie nights for the Family, movies that tended to be vampire movies which they all enjoyed, some more then others, but all agreed were worth watching and critiquing. Hollywood had their version of vampires and so far nothing was near to the real thing, much to their enjoyment.
With another loud sigh, which earned the blonde teen a nudge in the ribs from the handsome man sharing the couch with her, Dassah stuck out her bottom lip. With a glare, she bared her teeth at him, showing her sharp incisors, before turning to answer me.
“Well momma, I wanna hunt. I’m tired of watching crappy movies were the vampires never win. I wanna…” She was cut off when my cell phone rang; the ring the one I used for business. With a disgruntled look, Dassah held her tongue (and for her it meant literal, she pinched her tongue between her forefinger and thumb, sighing loudly in emphasis) as I answered the phone.
“Yes?”
“Ms. Vashti, sorry to intrude but we have a situation.”
Dassah’s ears perked up, overhearing casino security on the phone for her hearing, as all vampire senses is quite acute.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” After taking information where the incident took place I flipped closed the lid of the phone and stood up, my daughter bounding off of the couch in a bundled mass of nervous energy. Seeing the hopefully look in her eyes at something to elevated her boredom and knowing I’ll be rescuing the mental well being of those here I gave her an encouraging smile as I called out for three others of my Children to follow me.
