| Mira | Date: Thursday, 24-Oct-2013, 3:46 AM | Message # 1 |
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| The phone rang out in the moments just after sunset, several hours before she had planned to rise. It was ignored over and over until Pierre came barging into her room. He wasnt scolded, because he knew better than to behave in such a way unless it was an emergency. She bolted upright, sapphire eyes trying to focus and rouse.
"What is it?"
"Your Sire, Kimberly. Lictor Shadow has been trying to reach you nonstop since sunset."
She rubbed at her eyes and nodded, dismissing her retainer with a flick of her wrist as she reached bedside for a phone, or remote looking device, which when pressed caused the image of her sire to fill a bare wall, her voice sounding out loudly as if in surround-sound.
"Bon Soir, Kimberly, my dear childe." The Lictor's voice was like honey, and oh-so refreshing to hear. Even if Kimberly knew that the likely outcome of the call would not be so sweet.
"Bon Soir, Lictor Shadow. I trust you're well, no?" The video call showed the younger Ventrue sitting upright, still in bed though.
"I have been better" There it was. The iciness she knew was inevitable. "It seems word has spread that you've been naughty, Kimberly. "
Kimberly's brows knit close together, hands rubbing at her eyes briefly before she responded to the accusation.
"I....did what I felt best for the city and the Camarilla, Angel. Nothing more and nothing less. I-..."
Her Sire's voice cut her off mid sentence.
"Stop right there, Kimberly. While -I- have no doubt that you did the best thing, or what you perceived as the best thing, you -know- that -I- am forever accountable for your actions. While -I- am not embarrassed or upset with you, you know the game we must forever play. You will leave St. Louis, Kimberly and I will assign your efforts and experience elsewhere."
The tiny Ventrue, the one in St. Louis, immediately flew into a quiet, defiant rage. There was no bond between her Sire and herself any longer to make her follow such an order without question, as she would have at some time.
"I most certainly will not! My work is not done, I have made promises to ensure this Praxis, a Praxis I purposefully helped put into place, succeeds!" She was rising from her bed, reaching for her robe and wrapping it tight around her form before continuing her little tantrum. She did this, only because Angel wasn't physically there to nail her tongue to a wall, or slap her jaw and cause it to dislocate for her defiance. "I can do good here, it can be as it once was in Paris, Angel. I can unite the Ventrue and set the city up for harmony..."
She no longer was defiant, but almost pleading. How quickly she switched between the two when she felt the pull of the bonds she had to those here in St. Louis, and how it would be nearly unbearable to be away. Her voice softened.
"Angel, please. Tell them to have some faith. I wasnt a failure before, and I wont be this time either..."
Angel smiled, but her smile was cool and practiced, though the sound of her voice told of the fondness she held for this childe, her prized progeny. The only one who had made any path politically anywhere in the world.
"A decision has already been made. Take a few days and handle your affairs. I will meet you in California no later than Monday evening. It is our tradition of Accounting, and I am ensuring we have our bases covered. I do not doubt your ability, but others do. While I dont know the Elder you have upset, he apparently can make quite the fuss. Perhaps a touch petty and childish, but then again, what Elder isnt? What -kindred- isnt?"Added (24-Oct-2013, 3:46 AM)
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Crimson tears were flowing freely from Kimberly's eyes now, easing to lean against the foot of her bed as she stared at the wall plastered with her Sire's visage. She finally nodded, slowly.
"Of course, Sire. Where will my assignment be?"
Angel shook her head, refusing to impart that knowledge to her distressed childe.
The phone call ended then, the final imaging of her Sire refusing her burned into her memory. Tonight she wouldnt leave her haven, though she might alert the police. A scream of frustration tore from her dead lungs and closed throat, then quieted into softer sobs in protest of her predicament. Pierre was heard the moment he entered her doorway, something he always did when she was like this, and something he always regretted soon after.
The tiny woman handled the man as if he were nothing more than a rag doll and he never fought back, not once. He knew all the abuse would soon end in the Kiss and the sweet sanctuary of sleep induced by the blood loss. Tonight was messy and Kim was left licking her fingers, staring at the carnage of her retainer as he clung to life. And she felt no remorse. Her beast would be close to the surface in the coming nights and none were safe from her rage and desperation.
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