Giselle: Waning Gibbous
The moon hung in the sky, no longer full, low and shining down on the garden where she read, sprawled out on a bench. The book was not very good, she noted, but she was attempting to understand one of the great capitalist minds of the century, Abigail had assured her, not enjoying herself. She shrugged, and moved closer to the candle, attempting to reread the passage.
Roland was first into the garden, followed closely by Dre. Then Owen and Dani. She looked the girl over. Unharmed. Fine.
She paid half attention to the process, until the words came out of Dani's mouth, "If he's stupid enough to keep it up, I'm more than willing to continue to use him."
It was enough. She was sick of Dani, sick of Dre's weakness in dealing with her. Giselle had been a whore, but it was a game of survival. Her hand slid into Roland's pocket, grasped firmly around the stake there. They discussed it, a few brief words in Seneca, Owen protesting.
The stake came free. "Enough. I've heard enough." She was lost then, in the forms. Dani tried desperately, throwing up the force of her personality as a defense. It was nothing against Giselle's serene will. Tried a ventrue trick. Giselle ignored it. Owen stepped in the way, and Giselle ignored her youngest too, gliding smoothly around him and thrusting the stake into Dani's heart with perfect, deadly grace.
The girl dropped. She felt Owen now, felt him nearly frenzy, and then pull away. He asked her, "was that strictly necessary?"
Giselle sank to her knees, straddling the other woman's perfect body. She could feel her Beast surging inside of her, feel it smile as the human veneer was stripped a little more away. Ah, well. There would be penance later.
"Necessary? No. And I will let you wake her in a moment, Dre. It is, however, an important lesson."
Owen asked angrily, "What, when you annoy someone, you'll get stabbed in the chest?"
Giselle sighed. The childe was going to be difficult. Fine. "No," she explained, hoping he would realize that this lesson was not pointed entirely at the staked form in front of her. "That she should give up playing elder. The real ones are running out of patience." She pulled the stake from the other woman's chest, and rose, gracefully, walking away to the sound of Charles's cold laughter.
Roland was first into the garden, followed closely by Dre. Then Owen and Dani. She looked the girl over. Unharmed. Fine.
She paid half attention to the process, until the words came out of Dani's mouth, "If he's stupid enough to keep it up, I'm more than willing to continue to use him."
It was enough. She was sick of Dani, sick of Dre's weakness in dealing with her. Giselle had been a whore, but it was a game of survival. Her hand slid into Roland's pocket, grasped firmly around the stake there. They discussed it, a few brief words in Seneca, Owen protesting.
The stake came free. "Enough. I've heard enough." She was lost then, in the forms. Dani tried desperately, throwing up the force of her personality as a defense. It was nothing against Giselle's serene will. Tried a ventrue trick. Giselle ignored it. Owen stepped in the way, and Giselle ignored her youngest too, gliding smoothly around him and thrusting the stake into Dani's heart with perfect, deadly grace.
The girl dropped. She felt Owen now, felt him nearly frenzy, and then pull away. He asked her, "was that strictly necessary?"
Giselle sank to her knees, straddling the other woman's perfect body. She could feel her Beast surging inside of her, feel it smile as the human veneer was stripped a little more away. Ah, well. There would be penance later.
"Necessary? No. And I will let you wake her in a moment, Dre. It is, however, an important lesson."
Owen asked angrily, "What, when you annoy someone, you'll get stabbed in the chest?"
Giselle sighed. The childe was going to be difficult. Fine. "No," she explained, hoping he would realize that this lesson was not pointed entirely at the staked form in front of her. "That she should give up playing elder. The real ones are running out of patience." She pulled the stake from the other woman's chest, and rose, gracefully, walking away to the sound of Charles's cold laughter.