Post by katya on Jul 14, 2012 15:39:07 GMT -8
She noticed her captor slide her a passing glance, but it seemed no answer was forthcoming. A door opened and the party stopped to convene with the individual who stood in the doorway -- a very strange and captivating creature indeed.
"Katya Williams, I'd like to introduce you to Aventus Starsong. He is a Nosferatu musician and craftsman. He and his mate Llewellyn have offered to be your sponsors."
If it weren't for the sleek, predatory beauty of the man -- er, vampire -- in front of her, Katya would have scoffed in her captor's face. She was a Bulgarian, after all, and fluent in both Romanian and the Romani language of the gypsies who came from the north. The stories and traditions that they carried down with them had formed an immovable aspect of her childhood. From where she came from, people respected and feared the blood drinkers. Here in England, she had noticed an alarming tendency to mock and satirize them. This grey little island was the last place she expected to find a vampire, let alone that noble breed of Killer that formed their purest ancestry.
"Oh, Sullivan...she is quite beautiful. I shall be honored to be her protector. Young Williams, I am very pleased to meet you tonight. I have no doubt that Llewellyn shall adore you as I do. We shall protect you, human. Yes...yes we shall."
Unable to process that the incongruous Aventus thought her beautiful and was honoured to protect her (from what, she wondered?) she instead noted that her captor's name was Sullivan. The name stirred her memory about as much as his face: not at all. Whoever he was, his powers of concealment were unprecedented.
"Well, Katya...I'll walk with you to Aventus' home, and then I'll be off. Your sister should be along some time tomorrow. Would you prefer she stay here with you, or should I find another sponsor family for her?"
Tearing her eyes from the bronzed vampire, Katya gazed into the shrouded abyss beyond. Her first instinct was to protect Layla from the fear she felt now, but she knew that was ridiculous. Layla's fear was never far from anger, and her ingenuity was never far from rage. Katya was forced to admit that if she could manage it, Layla would arrange for her sister to never leave this cavern.
"Do what you will with my sister," she said, calmly lifting her brow at Sullivan. "But know that at least one of you shall die for it." Let them believe she threatened them; like everyone else, they were severely underestimating the golden-haired demon they sought to welcome into their midst.
Belying the gravity of her words, she suddenly turned to Aventus and smiled, executing a deep bow in the flourishing way she'd seen performed by the gypsies. "Master Starsong, I thank you for your hospitality, and for your kind compliment."