RP:Danielle

In the Obsidian Pool

Alas, he was beyond her reach -- a nagging sense of certainty assured her that she could -never- have a friend like him, again. Myles and she had been friends for a short period of time, in relative terms, and yet...he was the only one she could truly relate to. There were no romantic feelings there, at all -- it was simply a friendship like she had never experienced. He was gone, now, and there was nothing Dani could do -- oh, how she had tried. Before reaching Hollow, the vampiress had tried her utmost to find him again, exerting herself to the point of exhaustion, but to no avail. And then...he'd found -her-, in Hollow. The short-lived rekindling of their friendship was but a flicker of candlelight, extinguished by a prevailing wind, now; relative consciousness returned, and she became aware of her surroundings.

Alarmingly, she had returned to the border of Thims, and -he- was there. That wickedly pale face that had haunted her for so long: her sire. Against her better judgement, the vampiress found herself walking toward him -- her feet were moving with a melody she had not commanded, and she couldn't stop herself. Her lips wouldn't part to scream, either, and his menacing smile betrayed the fact he already knew the internal battle she suffering. Dani's involuntary advance ended when she reached within a metre of him, and the inky serenity of the night was pierced by an unrelenting scream -- one she recognised. Two figures, naught but silhouettes, escorted a pair of unwilling prisoners: one male, one female.

The pair's familiar features set a sense of rage so potent within Dani alight, one she couldn't quell. Now, losing all sense of rational thought, her body was free; her sire had released her from the involuntary reverie he had commanded, holding some sort of...innate influence over her. He skulked aside her, his ghostly cheek pressed against her own as he whispered.

"It's their fault," came his lucid lyrics, "They drove you to this." He set a pale finger to her temple, indicating the lack of normality contained within her; the mental unrest she had suffered since the 'incident'. Pressing himself against her back, to the extent which, because they were under the cover of nightfall, they seemed to merge together.

"Go on," he encouraged, his voice audible to Dani alone, "Enact your revenge, and get yourself piece of mind again." Spindle-like fingers ran from her head, traversing the length of her shoulders, and eventually finding place between her own. His lips were hovering a few millimetres above her ear before he continued. "Do it."

His ultimate command was final, and, even if she hadn't wanted to, Dani would have done it -- his influence over her was something she couldn't fight. She began first with the man, the driving force of her ignorance -- her father. He looked pleadingly toward the girl he had once known as his daughter, but, upon seeing the pair of identical, pearly-white canines that protruded her lips, his expression contorted to hatred -- one more than matched by the vampire.

"Monstrosity," he shrieked, fighting furiously against the pair of immortal arms that held him in place, "Get away from me!"

Her own father -- the figure against who she had so previously measured anyone. Her pillar of respect. He had denounced her, now, and he couldn't go back -- she wouldn't let him. Springing off the balls of her feet, movements fuelled by a drive to sate this man's blood-flow, she lunged; pearly whites pierced the flesh of his neck with ease, encouraging streams upon streams of crimson to exude from the twin points in his flesh. His protesting screams were lost to Dani, now, for she was becoming a victim to her desires -- she drunk from the man, until he was naught but a sheet-white shell of a human, the heart beneath his chest cavity drained completely of blood. He fell, lifeless, to the floor, and his daughter grinned -- she was happy; she was beginning to feel a sense of revenge she had never thought possible.

It was far from complete, yet, for the second figure still remained upright, and, through mismatched sobs and splutters, several words were discernible to Dani.

"Danielle, no...your father, no!" Is what the woman had said, while she had watched her daughter murder her husband -- and she knew, betrayed successfully by the yelp that ensued, that -she- was next. Indeed, it was with light and purposeful strides Dani moved toward her mother.

The vampiress had but one word to say to the woman before she killed her, and that was far from an apology. "Bitch," Dani snarled, a firm grip being placed either side of the woman's head. Alas, she was no longer hungry, having sated her thirst by means of her father's blood -- so, instead, a violent jerk rendered the woman's neck to emanate a sickeningly audible 'snap', and the head fell curiously askew.

Danielle withdrew, moving back to stand aside her sire, looking upon the pair of now-lifeless bodies that lay before her. She felt a comforting forearm snake about her waist, while the man whispered once more. "You have yourself peace of mind, now, and your physical attributes won't be hindered by that ever-nagging, relentless twinge of insanity." He said, beginning to fade from seeming existence.