It was night, low clouds covered the small town. The city was sleeping, the lights closed for the night and the streets empty of anyone, completely empty? No, for there was someone out there waiting for something to happen. She wore a cloak that hid every inch of her body and red eyes could be seen glinting from under the hood when the rare moon ray would touch her skin. She looked like the idea mortals think as being death itself. But she wasn't.
She stood completely still, a wind making her cloak flutter in an ominous way. The vampire, because it was what she was, was in the town she had founded. It was here that she had lived for a while. Not a sound was exiting her for the moment, but it would not stay that way, she had several calls to make. Not by phone mind you, but by a means of communication much more efficient. She lowered her head to hide her eyes and slowly a chant rose from the vampire lady. It glided through the air as silk over the skin of a woman.
It was harsh like a poison but sweet like candy. It sounded dangerous and commanding, but at the same time it was regal. It suited the woman well. The sound was like the distant roar of thunder but coming out of a human mouth. Human ears could not ear it, but many shifted uneasily in their sleep at the feel of it. Slowly, the call fell back to silence and the woman still hadn't moved.
(Anyone that is part of the coven must come, those wishing to become part of it come too.)
She stood completely still, a wind making her cloak flutter in an ominous way. The vampire, because it was what she was, was in the town she had founded. It was here that she had lived for a while. Not a sound was exiting her for the moment, but it would not stay that way, she had several calls to make. Not by phone mind you, but by a means of communication much more efficient. She lowered her head to hide her eyes and slowly a chant rose from the vampire lady. It glided through the air as silk over the skin of a woman.
It was harsh like a poison but sweet like candy. It sounded dangerous and commanding, but at the same time it was regal. It suited the woman well. The sound was like the distant roar of thunder but coming out of a human mouth. Human ears could not ear it, but many shifted uneasily in their sleep at the feel of it. Slowly, the call fell back to silence and the woman still hadn't moved.
(Anyone that is part of the coven must come, those wishing to become part of it come too.)