Headache/Migraine
Title: Requiem for peace
Author: Latsin_me
Claim: Underworld (general)
Table: DIY
Prompt: Headache/Migraine
Rating: PG
Summary: Amelia reflects upon her return to the New World Coven (after Underworld), and the consequences this will have.
Warnings:
Notes:For the headache prompt, introducing a character of mine, János. (A bit of background:Ever since Amelia turned him, he's been by her side, but at some point during one of her 200 year slumbers he found out the only way to survive in the coven was to adapt to new times... And let's just say he took the idea a little far for what one would expect from a vampire. He wears jeans and smokes and plays a fender stratocaster he named Sophia after his dead wife. And Amelia has absolutely no idea of why she still puts up with this. That is, until she returns from Hungary after the attempt on her life in Underworld. He became more serious about his job (which would be to protect Amelia), but still without losing ties to the modern world.)
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Was it viable for a Vampire to get a headache?
Probably so, for, if not, what was keeping Amelia locked up in her chambers?
She sat in front of her window, her back to the dark room, and her gaze lost past the balcony and the trees, into the night sky. Her fingers rubbed her temple slowly as her thoughts drifted beyond that moment and recalled the past… and hoped for a glimpse of the future.
The night could not go any worse, for, as the council was dead, Amelia had to search for new candidates, and, with the Hungarian coven eradicated as it was, the possibilities were narrowed. There was no way she could choose a new council from among the few nobles in the New world coven. No, that matter would have to wait at least a week, until the remaining vampires were brought back from Europe.
It had been sheer luck that just a few years before, Kraven had allowed those with enough money to buy estates for themselves, as it had been only the noblemen who happened to be able to afford the price, and they had survived the burning of the coven.
Right now, the last Elder felt useless. Her return had not changed anything, even though it eventually would. And, once she spoke to her people, they’d definitely hate her, blame her for heresy, and perhaps even attempt to take her life. Well, that was, at least, what Viktor’s and Marcus’ children would do. Hers- she had no idea.
Amelia sighed, there was certainly going to be disturbance when she finally confessed to have traitors for allies, not to mention Werewolves. And, if just one of the vampires found out she was tainted with Lycan virus(1), even if her appearance and needs were still that of a Vampire, most of the coven, her coven -her children-, would have no qualms to try to murder her. Why? Because they had all been raised that way: Seeing the wolf as an enemy, death dealer or not.
Which would definitely lead to more trouble.
And, of course, with Michael and Selene running away like they had, the whole of what she had done back in Hungary would look more as betrayal than an attempt to preserve their kind. But perhaps, just maybe, it was better that way. The hybrid’s presence on the coven would have brought out that death dealer instinct, and Selene would cause Viktor’s children -for all of them were still loyal to him- to doubt Amelia’s authority.
Her headache was slowly developing into a migraine, but with all the things that burdened her mind, it came as no surprise.
Of course, since she’d been reigning for quite a long time before the attack on the train, right now she was desperate for rest, even though, as she knew, there was no way she could slumber right now, with everything on a state of commotion as it was, not to mention the lack of another Elder to take charge.
Viktor… And Marcus… Both dead.
Amelia was upset about their passing away, even though she had no reason to be. After the first two or three centuries, they had ended hating each other. Viktor despised Marcus for being so lenient to his brother, and Marcus hated Amelia because she’d hurt William. Amelia loathed Viktor for forcing her to do that.
At that time, the chain had seemed the only way to avoid betrayal. Of course, as it turned out, it probably served to encourage it. It was only on the first reign, Viktor’s, that the war started. By the time Amelia was awakened, it was a full-known “fact” that the Lycans were the ones at fault. Only the Elders and a few generals knew the truth. And, of course, Amelia had to keep up the lie, lest she cause a riot among the vampires. It seemed Viktor kept giving her reasons to hate him, but, as most of the death dealers and nobles had his same opinion, there wasn’t much she could really do.
Even through her not-too-pleasant relationship with the other two Elders, Amelia couldn’t help but miss them. After all, they had worked together to keep their society afloat for almost a millennia. They had had a common purpose, shared a cause. The means through which they did this were not necessarily the best, but they had certainly worked. Not to mention that in the beginning they had only been able to trust one another, back in the time when William’s capture was barely an idea. Through the betrayal and deceit, that trust had remained unbroken. It was proof enough that none of the Elders had ever said a word to anyone about the cause leading to the war.
There was a light knock on the door, so as to not disturb Amelia’s thinking. It opened a second later.
“My Lady?” Someone called through the unlit chambers. Amelia let out her breath softly, the closest she’d come to a sigh in years.
“What is it, János?”
“I thought you might want this.” He said, coming to her side and showing her a tray with an ornate cup filled with dark red liquid, and a lot of white, round pills beside it.
“Let me guess… human medication?” She asked. He confirmed it with a nod. “You know that won’t work.” She commented dryly.
“With a normal dose, no. But we are hardly known to be normal.” János smiled a little and placed the tray next to her on a table, then headed for the door.
Amelia swallowed the pills, and then slowly sipped the blood, her gaze again on the stars.
She had to wait for the headache to vanish, but once it did she stood, walking out the door of her chambers, the image of poise and formality. She crossed the main hall of the New York vampire coven, and came to a hallway, where János was waiting for her. He was leaning casually against a doorframe, only standing upright out of respect when Amelia joined him.
“I told you it would work.” He said, referring to the pills. Amelia didn’t feel the need to reply to that comment. She did, however, look at his face, meeting his eyes for a moment, a ghost of a smile present on her lips, merely a faint turning up of the corner of her mouth. And it was fine; because he knew that was the closest she’d come to a “thank you”. It was fitting, because he understood. He smirked at her and nodded slightly.
“The potential sponsors for Ziodex are waiting to meet with you, my lady.” He said, waiting for her to nod. When she did, he opened the door for her and graciously commented, “After you.”
(1): I'll have to explain this in more depth, but I'm saving it for another prompt.
Author: Latsin_me
Claim: Underworld (general)
Table: DIY
Prompt: Headache/Migraine
Rating: PG
Summary: Amelia reflects upon her return to the New World Coven (after Underworld), and the consequences this will have.
Warnings:
Notes:For the headache prompt, introducing a character of mine, János. (A bit of background:Ever since Amelia turned him, he's been by her side, but at some point during one of her 200 year slumbers he found out the only way to survive in the coven was to adapt to new times... And let's just say he took the idea a little far for what one would expect from a vampire. He wears jeans and smokes and plays a fender stratocaster he named Sophia after his dead wife. And Amelia has absolutely no idea of why she still puts up with this. That is, until she returns from Hungary after the attempt on her life in Underworld. He became more serious about his job (which would be to protect Amelia), but still without losing ties to the modern world.)
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Was it viable for a Vampire to get a headache?
Probably so, for, if not, what was keeping Amelia locked up in her chambers?
She sat in front of her window, her back to the dark room, and her gaze lost past the balcony and the trees, into the night sky. Her fingers rubbed her temple slowly as her thoughts drifted beyond that moment and recalled the past… and hoped for a glimpse of the future.
The night could not go any worse, for, as the council was dead, Amelia had to search for new candidates, and, with the Hungarian coven eradicated as it was, the possibilities were narrowed. There was no way she could choose a new council from among the few nobles in the New world coven. No, that matter would have to wait at least a week, until the remaining vampires were brought back from Europe.
It had been sheer luck that just a few years before, Kraven had allowed those with enough money to buy estates for themselves, as it had been only the noblemen who happened to be able to afford the price, and they had survived the burning of the coven.
Right now, the last Elder felt useless. Her return had not changed anything, even though it eventually would. And, once she spoke to her people, they’d definitely hate her, blame her for heresy, and perhaps even attempt to take her life. Well, that was, at least, what Viktor’s and Marcus’ children would do. Hers- she had no idea.
Amelia sighed, there was certainly going to be disturbance when she finally confessed to have traitors for allies, not to mention Werewolves. And, if just one of the vampires found out she was tainted with Lycan virus(1), even if her appearance and needs were still that of a Vampire, most of the coven, her coven -her children-, would have no qualms to try to murder her. Why? Because they had all been raised that way: Seeing the wolf as an enemy, death dealer or not.
Which would definitely lead to more trouble.
And, of course, with Michael and Selene running away like they had, the whole of what she had done back in Hungary would look more as betrayal than an attempt to preserve their kind. But perhaps, just maybe, it was better that way. The hybrid’s presence on the coven would have brought out that death dealer instinct, and Selene would cause Viktor’s children -for all of them were still loyal to him- to doubt Amelia’s authority.
Her headache was slowly developing into a migraine, but with all the things that burdened her mind, it came as no surprise.
Of course, since she’d been reigning for quite a long time before the attack on the train, right now she was desperate for rest, even though, as she knew, there was no way she could slumber right now, with everything on a state of commotion as it was, not to mention the lack of another Elder to take charge.
Viktor… And Marcus… Both dead.
Amelia was upset about their passing away, even though she had no reason to be. After the first two or three centuries, they had ended hating each other. Viktor despised Marcus for being so lenient to his brother, and Marcus hated Amelia because she’d hurt William. Amelia loathed Viktor for forcing her to do that.
At that time, the chain had seemed the only way to avoid betrayal. Of course, as it turned out, it probably served to encourage it. It was only on the first reign, Viktor’s, that the war started. By the time Amelia was awakened, it was a full-known “fact” that the Lycans were the ones at fault. Only the Elders and a few generals knew the truth. And, of course, Amelia had to keep up the lie, lest she cause a riot among the vampires. It seemed Viktor kept giving her reasons to hate him, but, as most of the death dealers and nobles had his same opinion, there wasn’t much she could really do.
Even through her not-too-pleasant relationship with the other two Elders, Amelia couldn’t help but miss them. After all, they had worked together to keep their society afloat for almost a millennia. They had had a common purpose, shared a cause. The means through which they did this were not necessarily the best, but they had certainly worked. Not to mention that in the beginning they had only been able to trust one another, back in the time when William’s capture was barely an idea. Through the betrayal and deceit, that trust had remained unbroken. It was proof enough that none of the Elders had ever said a word to anyone about the cause leading to the war.
There was a light knock on the door, so as to not disturb Amelia’s thinking. It opened a second later.
“My Lady?” Someone called through the unlit chambers. Amelia let out her breath softly, the closest she’d come to a sigh in years.
“What is it, János?”
“I thought you might want this.” He said, coming to her side and showing her a tray with an ornate cup filled with dark red liquid, and a lot of white, round pills beside it.
“Let me guess… human medication?” She asked. He confirmed it with a nod. “You know that won’t work.” She commented dryly.
“With a normal dose, no. But we are hardly known to be normal.” János smiled a little and placed the tray next to her on a table, then headed for the door.
Amelia swallowed the pills, and then slowly sipped the blood, her gaze again on the stars.
She had to wait for the headache to vanish, but once it did she stood, walking out the door of her chambers, the image of poise and formality. She crossed the main hall of the New York vampire coven, and came to a hallway, where János was waiting for her. He was leaning casually against a doorframe, only standing upright out of respect when Amelia joined him.
“I told you it would work.” He said, referring to the pills. Amelia didn’t feel the need to reply to that comment. She did, however, look at his face, meeting his eyes for a moment, a ghost of a smile present on her lips, merely a faint turning up of the corner of her mouth. And it was fine; because he knew that was the closest she’d come to a “thank you”. It was fitting, because he understood. He smirked at her and nodded slightly.
“The potential sponsors for Ziodex are waiting to meet with you, my lady.” He said, waiting for her to nod. When she did, he opened the door for her and graciously commented, “After you.”
(1): I'll have to explain this in more depth, but I'm saving it for another prompt.