Apr 27, 2011 20:14
Tonight she had been invited to New York City by Helen Cayhill.
Then, uninvited by Charles Beckett, citing the terrible history of the Brood.
Quizzed by Rebecca Washington-Aarons, who alluded to crossing swords the next time they came together. Bloodthirsty little creature.
Spoken to directly by a member of her blood lineage (for the first time since she'd come out) who wanted to meet in Charles Beckett's city.
Backhand-complimented by a curious Invictus who felt it would be "wonderful to party with one of the oh so dangerous and rather cunning member of the Forsworn."
For fuck's sake.
With the blood of a thin-bodied heroin addict in her veins, she lit a candle. Fingers close to flame she listened to the animal, and took another drink of the addict.
Fucking Kindred.