[[Requiem - Sarafim]] Dance around the Fire
Sara was nakid. Her cunieform scars were lit by the light of the moon. In addition, she had burned designs into her skin for formality and rite. She was dancing with a hypnotic sway of her hips, dancing to seduce the night around a group of pillars.
On each of these pillars was all of the Admired and Respected Circle members she knows. They were bound and gagged against a pole that held them to the stake in the ground. She danced and danced, faster and faster under the full moon. The Admired and Respected had long since lost the strength to struggle, as she had bled them near the brink of death. She danced her way, fleet of foot, to a single torch that was lit nearby. She lit the pyres, and watched as the vampires squirmed with their last strength and will. She moved to watch each of their faces, and stopped right in front of Felipe before lighting his pyre.
No concious thought, only a feeling, filled her entire being as she lit this pyre with much more care and method. Betrayel
She stepped back, keeping eye contact as much as he would allow, as she watched the leaders of the Circle burn.
Did they kill me? Or am I killing them?
Confusion, anger, betrayel, and hatred overwhelmed her as she fell to the ground in a fetal form, and found comfort in the feel of the cold, soft earth. From the places of the stigmata, her body began to bleed into the ground and feed the soil.
On each of these pillars was all of the Admired and Respected Circle members she knows. They were bound and gagged against a pole that held them to the stake in the ground. She danced and danced, faster and faster under the full moon. The Admired and Respected had long since lost the strength to struggle, as she had bled them near the brink of death. She danced her way, fleet of foot, to a single torch that was lit nearby. She lit the pyres, and watched as the vampires squirmed with their last strength and will. She moved to watch each of their faces, and stopped right in front of Felipe before lighting his pyre.
No concious thought, only a feeling, filled her entire being as she lit this pyre with much more care and method. Betrayel
She stepped back, keeping eye contact as much as he would allow, as she watched the leaders of the Circle burn.
Did they kill me? Or am I killing them?
Confusion, anger, betrayel, and hatred overwhelmed her as she fell to the ground in a fetal form, and found comfort in the feel of the cold, soft earth. From the places of the stigmata, her body began to bleed into the ground and feed the soil.