Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings, twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
There was a far greater chance of finding Danica in a good mood during the winter. Longer nights saved her from the boredom of being cooped up inside the Tower, waiting impatiently for the sun to set before she could begin a new night of scheming, watching the plans she’d made unfold. The chance to be spoiled even more than usual on her birthday and at Christmas was just another reason she turned up her nose at the summer months.
The sudden change in weather meant her mood had plummeted below levels even she was uncomfortable with, given the lack of breakable items in the Compound. Though she had ventured outside once or twice out of a mixture of pride and desperation, as soon as the sun had come out full-time she had stayed well within the buildings walls.
She breathed a shallow sigh from her perch on top of the bookshelves, annoyed with herself. Wasn’t that what she had always wanted, what she had been striving so long for? To finally say good riddance to the Old Ways and walk out into the sunlight, no longer having to stay hidden from the prying eyes of the lowly humans? That was the only reason she’d gone to the trouble of waking Drake in the first place, to restore their race to its former glory with nobody but Danica to thank. People should have known her name for eons to come, her subjects should have worshipped her as she walked the streets in the daylight, bowing to her, cheering her name. She was their saviour.
If Danica had known the only way for her to achieve that was to become human again, she might have considered finding herself another way to pass the last three years that didn’t include a fucking tan.
What she was doing now wouldn’t entertain her for that long but she took her amusement where she could find it. And this Joey Tribbiani idiot was turning out to be an excellent test case.
His puppy-eyed look reminded her of any number of familiars back in New York. Not that she could name any. She could hardly have made it so long at the top if she’d become attached to every yes-man she had at her beck and call. She gave him a pitying look in return before laughing unkindly.
“Please give her back. I'll do anything. Please.” Joey had his hands clasped in front of him, reeking of desperation.
Any easier and Danica would have grown bored of him already.
“Anything?” she asked, just to prolong his agony.
“Anything! You just name it.” If Danica had had a heart the hope in his voice would be tugging on a few strings right now. “And I’ll do it, I just want Yasmine back, please.”
Even newly-turned vampires begging for their first feed weren’t as pathetic as he was.
“I’d love to,” she lied, checking her nails. She hooked her ankles daintily, stiletto heels swinging. Asher’s stupid dog barked up at them, almost drowning out her words. “But I can’t.”
Joey was almost too afraid to ask. His wobbling voice came out as a long whine. “…Why not?”
That, and the noise from the animals was enough to make her drop her casual demeanour. She glared down at the black dog, lips curled back. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”
Onyx obeyed for all of ten seconds, sitting back on his haunches and staring fixedly up at her. When a tweet came that was barely even audible to Danica when the damn chick was hidden right behind her, he snapped his snout closed and licked his chops before beginning to bark incessantly again.
[Danica's first public post! \o/ I don't think there's ever a "good" time to meet her but this isn't the worst. She's taunting Joey in the rec room so tags will be from both of them (your pup, Danica, then Joey). All manner of T's welcome though I might be a bit slow tonight.]