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Log - Complete
When: The blood curse.
Rating: PG - possibly getting higher (this is Aleera, after all).
Characters: Aleera and the Rani.
Princess Anna... To say that Aleera had got a little fixated with her, would perhaps be an understatement. Even the mortal had complained, soon after Van Helsing's arrival, of the red-haired vampiress showing particular interest in her. The youngest of Dracula's three 'brides', she might be, but Aleera had proven to be no less viciously capable than her brethren.
In the beginning of her dimensional captivity in this place, she had even blamed the woman for transporting her there and now... Now Aleera had found her. Or at least, one who claimed ignorance, yet somehow wore Anna's face.
What better way, the vampiress had suggested, than to prove her correct, one way or the other, than to gain a hint of the brunette's flavour...?
Perhaps the Rani would not have been so agreeable, had she known the redhead's true nature...
With dusk having fallen and the stench of so much blood reeking across the landscape, the reinvigorated Aleera wasted no time in taking flight for the destination of fountain. The thought of Anna as drenched in blood as herself... It was a powerful image for one of such sadistically killing nature. Even so, she descended in near-silence. Perhaps the lack of Anna's genuine scent would have been enough for a verification of identity, but the stench of blood was masking that. Not just from the residents of this place, but from that still covering Aleera, herself, in a slick coating of crimson fluid.
"Hello, Anna...!"
She had approached from behind with predatory gaze radiating a hauntingly ethereal purple, if only for a moment. Rarely was the time when Aleera had felt so ravishingly empowered and this day had brought her that.
Perhaps it had returned to her a favoured would-be victim, too?
Rating: PG - possibly getting higher (this is Aleera, after all).
Characters: Aleera and the Rani.
Princess Anna... To say that Aleera had got a little fixated with her, would perhaps be an understatement. Even the mortal had complained, soon after Van Helsing's arrival, of the red-haired vampiress showing particular interest in her. The youngest of Dracula's three 'brides', she might be, but Aleera had proven to be no less viciously capable than her brethren.
In the beginning of her dimensional captivity in this place, she had even blamed the woman for transporting her there and now... Now Aleera had found her. Or at least, one who claimed ignorance, yet somehow wore Anna's face.
What better way, the vampiress had suggested, than to prove her correct, one way or the other, than to gain a hint of the brunette's flavour...?
Perhaps the Rani would not have been so agreeable, had she known the redhead's true nature...
With dusk having fallen and the stench of so much blood reeking across the landscape, the reinvigorated Aleera wasted no time in taking flight for the destination of fountain. The thought of Anna as drenched in blood as herself... It was a powerful image for one of such sadistically killing nature. Even so, she descended in near-silence. Perhaps the lack of Anna's genuine scent would have been enough for a verification of identity, but the stench of blood was masking that. Not just from the residents of this place, but from that still covering Aleera, herself, in a slick coating of crimson fluid.
"Hello, Anna...!"
She had approached from behind with predatory gaze radiating a hauntingly ethereal purple, if only for a moment. Rarely was the time when Aleera had felt so ravishingly empowered and this day had brought her that.
Perhaps it had returned to her a favoured would-be victim, too?
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Again, Aleera found more reason for confusion. This was as puzzling as the one who called himself 'the Doctor', who she so often simply named as 'the physician'. Aleera had no reason to fully expect the two were from one and the same place yet, but that existed as at least one similarity between the two individuals.
So, this... 'Rani' held no identification. Upon being earlier informed of it, she had assumed it was little more than a title, much as her own 'Master' was sometimes known as 'the Count', such was his historical privelage. This, though, was quite different.
"You should not take faces, unless from the dead, lady," the vampiress advised with a partially fanged smile. "Anna is wanted for crimes against my family. I think it best they are not so fooled, in future... I shall tell them."
With that, Aleera took flight for the sky. The Rani might have escaped an erstwhile certain death, but it seemed that Aleera was now to do the Gallifreyan an inadvertant favour, by informing her ilk of a mistaken identity wandering in their midst.
And with such a predatory creature now being known of, should the Rani wish harm upon an enemy, Aleera's presence might just provide her with a key to reinvoke some of her more dangerous past...
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This face is new to me, and I did not steal it. It was given as part of my regeneration...
[She watches Aleera leave...and only when she is gone does her expression melt into one of mild interest...]