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Character Name: Isabel Giovanni
Origin: World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
Word Count: 982
Character’s LJ: isabel_giovanni
Rating: PG-13
Four beams of light broke the Stygian gloom inside the building. "Find the light switch," a nervous voice broke the silence.
"There won't be any," a young man's voice said reasonably. "Didn't you listen to the villagers? They said that no one has lived here in over a hundred years."
A beam of light fell on the speaker's face, and as he squinted, the owner of the torch spoke, "That hardly makes sense as everyone keeps calling this Isabel's house. Let's look for the light switches."
"Why didn't we come during the day?" a thin, feminine voice whined as they moved about in the dark looking for light switches.
"Because it wouldn't be any fun then," another young man answered. "Any way, we got here at dusk. We know how big the place is and how far it is to the road and I've got my cell. There's nothing to worry about."
As they conferred, a fifth presence took notice of the four strangers in the house. Delfina was bound to the house and sworn to protect it as she failed to protect the young children in her charge during her life. The mistress promised that her soul would be freed from her burden of sin should she do well as the guardian of her haven. This is Isabel's house. Leave now. her words sounded low in the air.
"What was that?" the first speaker spoke again. He wasn't too thrilled with this exploration, but didn't want to be called a chicken again by his girlfriend's brother.
"The wind," answered the other young man in the party.
"It's dead calm outside," the first man spoke.
Dead, dead, dead... the wraith's voice echoed in the air. This is Isabel's house. As the wraith spoke, she took on as much corporeal form as she could and floated down the main staircase of the house.
"Holy shit!" The first man spoke as his torch shone on the ghostly form of the wraith Delfina. "I'm outta here!"
Below, in her haven, Isabel stirred as the last of the late summer sun dipped finally below the horizon. "Hold them here," the command was given to the wraith. "I wish to know who trespasses here so boldly."
Rising for the night, Isabel walked over to a large floor length mirror. Reaching out with her hand, she touched the surface and slipped easily through the glassy surface of the dimensional doorway. Silently, she walked through the mirror world toward the exit point she built in the main room.
The room took on a deeper chill as the wraith concentrated her power and bolted the doors and windows. Isabel wishes you to stay.
"Uh... shut up you two, pissing your pants won't solve anything," the confident man hissed at his companions. "That's awfully nice of you, Isabel, but we just wanted to visit our old family home. Uh, we'll, uh, we'll just be going now." He was slowly backing toward the front door while herding the other three and keeping the torch light on the ghost.
Isabel smiled in a predatory manner as she listened to the exchange on the other side of the mirror. "I'm Isabel," she said after stepping out into the main room of her home. Isabel laughed throatily as the four young kine screamed and dropped their torches. Silently she walked across the marble floor and retrieved a dropped torch, content to shine it into the startled faces of the trespassers. Two of the group didn't interest her, but the other two had something in them that caught her attention. "You... smell familiar," she said at last, "Who are you?"
The self-appointed spokesman blinked at the light in his eyes and momentarily regretted doing the same to his fiend. "Uh," he blinked again and reached out to push the woman's hand over so that the light wasn't shining in his eyes. He paled when her arm didn't budge from where she held it. "Do you mind?" he asked with false bravado.
"I do," Isabel answered with a hint of amusement. "That is hardly a proper answer to my question. Who are you to so dare disturb my haven?"
This time her voice held more of a command and one of the young women answered her. "I'm Angela Giovanni and this is my brother, Andrew. We've been hostling for the summer and wanted to see where the family came from."
Isabel's eyes widened slightly in surprise hearing their surname. "And your companions?"
"My girlfriend, Liz Trenton, and Angie's boyfriend, Derek Madison," the one who was Andrew answered.
"Family?" she questioned them. "Explain." Isabel listened without comment as they explained that their ancestors had left for America in the 1840's, which was when she had claimed her home as her haven, and settled on the East Coast of the United States. "You are descended from Antonio's second son," she interrupted them. "I hadn't followed that line so closely, my pardons."
It made perfect sense, Isabel thought. Of course Antonio had to remarry a few years after she had murdered Sylvana, but the woman he had wed for the second time was weak-willed and easily dominated by the Giovanni. That was why Isabel only closely followed the blood line of the child she and her brother had created. "And you came here through your own researches and initiative? How remarkable."
"What's going to become of us?" the woman called Liz asked.
Isabel again smiled a predatory smile as the answer came so swiftly to her. Her brother's clever descendants had come here through their own wits and brains, and would do quite well as ghouls to serve her. The other two, well, they were lambs to the slaughter to satisfy her craving for blood and to spare her a night's hunting.
"I shall have you to supper, and offer my niece and nephew employment in the family business."
Origin: World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
Word Count: 982
Character’s LJ: isabel_giovanni
Rating: PG-13
Four beams of light broke the Stygian gloom inside the building. "Find the light switch," a nervous voice broke the silence.
"There won't be any," a young man's voice said reasonably. "Didn't you listen to the villagers? They said that no one has lived here in over a hundred years."
A beam of light fell on the speaker's face, and as he squinted, the owner of the torch spoke, "That hardly makes sense as everyone keeps calling this Isabel's house. Let's look for the light switches."
"Why didn't we come during the day?" a thin, feminine voice whined as they moved about in the dark looking for light switches.
"Because it wouldn't be any fun then," another young man answered. "Any way, we got here at dusk. We know how big the place is and how far it is to the road and I've got my cell. There's nothing to worry about."
As they conferred, a fifth presence took notice of the four strangers in the house. Delfina was bound to the house and sworn to protect it as she failed to protect the young children in her charge during her life. The mistress promised that her soul would be freed from her burden of sin should she do well as the guardian of her haven. This is Isabel's house. Leave now. her words sounded low in the air.
"What was that?" the first speaker spoke again. He wasn't too thrilled with this exploration, but didn't want to be called a chicken again by his girlfriend's brother.
"The wind," answered the other young man in the party.
"It's dead calm outside," the first man spoke.
Dead, dead, dead... the wraith's voice echoed in the air. This is Isabel's house. As the wraith spoke, she took on as much corporeal form as she could and floated down the main staircase of the house.
"Holy shit!" The first man spoke as his torch shone on the ghostly form of the wraith Delfina. "I'm outta here!"
Below, in her haven, Isabel stirred as the last of the late summer sun dipped finally below the horizon. "Hold them here," the command was given to the wraith. "I wish to know who trespasses here so boldly."
Rising for the night, Isabel walked over to a large floor length mirror. Reaching out with her hand, she touched the surface and slipped easily through the glassy surface of the dimensional doorway. Silently, she walked through the mirror world toward the exit point she built in the main room.
The room took on a deeper chill as the wraith concentrated her power and bolted the doors and windows. Isabel wishes you to stay.
"Uh... shut up you two, pissing your pants won't solve anything," the confident man hissed at his companions. "That's awfully nice of you, Isabel, but we just wanted to visit our old family home. Uh, we'll, uh, we'll just be going now." He was slowly backing toward the front door while herding the other three and keeping the torch light on the ghost.
Isabel smiled in a predatory manner as she listened to the exchange on the other side of the mirror. "I'm Isabel," she said after stepping out into the main room of her home. Isabel laughed throatily as the four young kine screamed and dropped their torches. Silently she walked across the marble floor and retrieved a dropped torch, content to shine it into the startled faces of the trespassers. Two of the group didn't interest her, but the other two had something in them that caught her attention. "You... smell familiar," she said at last, "Who are you?"
The self-appointed spokesman blinked at the light in his eyes and momentarily regretted doing the same to his fiend. "Uh," he blinked again and reached out to push the woman's hand over so that the light wasn't shining in his eyes. He paled when her arm didn't budge from where she held it. "Do you mind?" he asked with false bravado.
"I do," Isabel answered with a hint of amusement. "That is hardly a proper answer to my question. Who are you to so dare disturb my haven?"
This time her voice held more of a command and one of the young women answered her. "I'm Angela Giovanni and this is my brother, Andrew. We've been hostling for the summer and wanted to see where the family came from."
Isabel's eyes widened slightly in surprise hearing their surname. "And your companions?"
"My girlfriend, Liz Trenton, and Angie's boyfriend, Derek Madison," the one who was Andrew answered.
"Family?" she questioned them. "Explain." Isabel listened without comment as they explained that their ancestors had left for America in the 1840's, which was when she had claimed her home as her haven, and settled on the East Coast of the United States. "You are descended from Antonio's second son," she interrupted them. "I hadn't followed that line so closely, my pardons."
It made perfect sense, Isabel thought. Of course Antonio had to remarry a few years after she had murdered Sylvana, but the woman he had wed for the second time was weak-willed and easily dominated by the Giovanni. That was why Isabel only closely followed the blood line of the child she and her brother had created. "And you came here through your own researches and initiative? How remarkable."
"What's going to become of us?" the woman called Liz asked.
Isabel again smiled a predatory smile as the answer came so swiftly to her. Her brother's clever descendants had come here through their own wits and brains, and would do quite well as ghouls to serve her. The other two, well, they were lambs to the slaughter to satisfy her craving for blood and to spare her a night's hunting.
"I shall have you to supper, and offer my niece and nephew employment in the family business."