Seventy years later many of the mistakes of her past had grown old and died, or moved on to bigger and better things. The world was a much different place, changing yet again. Yet she stayed very much the same, even the clutter of paper on her desk.
Yes, paper.
It took time but Selene settled in quite comfortably as the small Coven's elder. Though she never could bring herself to create more vampires and replenish their numbers. Those that remained were well protected and hidden in the shadows. Ziodex had grown and was now a household name, keeping those last few souls of Ordoghaz quite comfortable.
When her public face did not age Selene had to fade away as well, assuming a new name and identity once again. Though those closest to her still called her by her born name. The name her parents had given her on the moonlit night she came into the world. They were on her mind as she pressed the code into the key pad of the electronic door and waited for it to open.
Thoughts of the past quickly left her when the door opened and she could hear the slow and steady breathing of someone else in her home. Her hand did not reach for the lights but the gun at her back. The click of the hammer cocking back was loud in the deafing silence of the room.
"Who's there?" Under her breath she muttered, as she stepped to the side to put the wall at her back, "I do hate surprises."
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Date: 2011-08-14 01:58 pm (UTC)Yes, paper.
It took time but Selene settled in quite comfortably as the small Coven's elder. Though she never could bring herself to create more vampires and replenish their numbers. Those that remained were well protected and hidden in the shadows. Ziodex had grown and was now a household name, keeping those last few souls of Ordoghaz quite comfortable.
When her public face did not age Selene had to fade away as well, assuming a new name and identity once again. Though those closest to her still called her by her born name. The name her parents had given her on the moonlit night she came into the world. They were on her mind as she pressed the code into the key pad of the electronic door and waited for it to open.
Thoughts of the past quickly left her when the door opened and she could hear the slow and steady breathing of someone else in her home. Her hand did not reach for the lights but the gun at her back. The click of the hammer cocking back was loud in the deafing silence of the room.
"Who's there?" Under her breath she muttered, as she stepped to the side to put the wall at her back, "I do hate surprises."