Coven plottings.

It was day, the sun rays flowing through the windows of the cafeteria. It was the middle of the afternoon, and there weren't many people around. Tables and chairs were assembled in neat rows, most of them empty. There was one though that wasn't. A darkly clothed woman was seated at one of the tables, her feet resting on the wooden surface.

Her eyes could not be seen, as a black blindfold covered them. It was not that she was blind or that her eyes could kill, it just was that her eyes were so sensitive that she easily could burn them at looking at the smallest of natural lights. It wasn't something she wanted. The woman wanted to stay sightful. Of course, calling her a woman was assuming she was human, but it was far from being the case.

You see, this black haired maiden was older than everyone could think, she would soon be four thousand years old. She was a vampire, an elder, though she didn't have a coven of her own. But she was planning on changing that fact soon. Most vampires allready had theirs when they reached their first millenia. But you see, she wasn't an ordinary vampire, she had been a solitary one for a long time, a loner.

The woman was holding a small piece of paper in her hand, but she wasn't looking at it. It merely was a recent newspaper relating the events of the town. She had read it in the confinement of her home, not to long ago. It was boring really, but it told of the mysterious death of some mafioso guy in the middle of a busy street. She had killed him personally, though indirectly.

It wasn't her fault if he was so fat that his artery had allready been so full they would explode at the smallest contact. Anyways, she was here because she wanted to get an encounter with young vampires, offering them the chance of a lifetime, being part of her coven. Certainly some would be decided on accepting her offer of protection and fellowship. Well, as far as it ever got between vampires.

The relationships were allways a bit strained because of the questions and battles of rank between the community. They probably were still too young to try and challenge her now, but in time, it would come and she would have to fight to keep her grasp over the coven she wanted to make. Sighing softly, she placed the newspaper in front of her, continuing to wait for a vampire or two to appear.

She would be able to detect them, as every vampire, or nearly every vampire was able to. A non beating heart, nearly silent steps, the sound of canines gritting on other teeths. You could even hear the sound of very slowly moving thick dead blood in their veins, even if it was hard to make out of all the other sounds.

The blindfolded female was patiently drumming her fingers on the table, a small smile playing on her lips. One hand had gone in her pocket and she had taken out a long wooden rod, well long, about 30 centimeters. She started to twirl it expertly between her fingers, a funny trick she had picked from a human kid not too long ago.

Her fine earing caught small footsteps coming to the cafeteria, too soft to be a mortal's, but there was no heart beat to indicate the light footed werewolves. She needed not to turn towards the doors to know who it was, for she recognised the scent of the cautious vampire that she encountered that night. It was still too fresh in her mind for her to forget.

Continueing to play with the small stick, she followed the disguised vampire with her ears, learning he had strayed far from her, as was expected. She could not see the reaction, but there was enough light going through her blindfold and eyelids for her to see, somewhat, the forms and things around her. Yes, her eyes were that sensitive.

Another set of footfalls soon followed, this one she didn't knew, but hey, the more the merrier as they say. The newest vampire walked and sit with the first, maybe a mate, a fledgling or simply a friend, she didn't know. Voices echoed in the cafeteria, two different but disturbingly similar ones. The female elder simply raised an eyebrow before returning to her previous activity, twirling her wooden stick.

She hoped tit wouyld annoy the younger vampires sufficiently so they would talk to her. But she was ready to wait, she had all eternity to do so and since she had fed the smae morning, she would be fine for a while. Since she was older, she could cope longer than fledglings and young vampires. It was the advantages of being an old hag of a vampire.

She raised her blindfolded gaze to the newcomers, a delicate eyebrow raising above the black fabric.

(For your information, she is penspinning her stick. http://penspinning.skyblog.com)

The female vampire continued to spin the stick expertly between her fingers and hands, some times even throwing it from behind her back, above her head and into her other hand then continueing to spin it as if nothing happened. She slid her feet off the ground, their soles now resting on the tiled ground. She was about to stand up when a voice interrupted her train of thought.

"I hope you realize that twirling that thing around is annoying."

The vampire gave a dark chuckle. A smirk made its way to her lips, twitching the corners until her teeth were showing in an amused smile.

"But I live to annoy, my dear." She replied to the other's statement.

While had had stated her life of pure annoyance to others, the two new vampires had made themselves at home, talking about somthing or another. The black haired woman wasn't really paying attention to them, though indeed keeping them in earing range, just in case.

Standing, she seemed to glide out of her chair, centuries of practice backing her up. The things you could learn in a few thousand years it was amazing, especially if you were bored, it only motivated you to do something, even the craziest of things. Well, she did learn how to sew porcupine ears together. When she thought back on it, she allways found it funny, even if it was an utter waste of time.

The black haired female could feel the gaze of one of the similarly voiced vampires, not liking it one bit. It was as if he was expecting something. A silent snarl was sent in his general direction, sending a clear annoyed message. It said 'Back off the glare if you want to keep your head'. It was a more discreet message than a roar, but still being obvious to those of vampire blood.

The vampire strode gracefully to the doors, even if she was blindfolded, she didn't trip on anything, as she had eyes that were way too sensitive for their own good. Sure, her vision right now was only in 'black and white' and only forms, but anyways. Soon, she found the doors, her hand searched for a moment for the handle, wanting to close it, but since it wasn't sticking out of the wall, it couldn't make as much shadow.

When she found it, she closed it, then going the the second. Once they were closed, she turned her back to them and leaned on the hard wood, closing the most obvious exit. Not that they couldn't jump out of the windows, she only wanted them to remain. What a better way to convey such a message than closing the only direct exit.

"So, you must be wondering why we all are here." The vampire stated, still spinning and twirling the stick between her fingers.