Raven Lee Attoria Massacre's Story

"What?"

*She tilted her head just a tad to the right in confusion and intrest. The look of anger on Persephone's face almost catching her off guard before she collected herself again. She was stronger then that. Persephones voice was vile, resonating through her head as if it were comming from all around her. A maniacle smirk slowly played across Persphones pale pink lips. Her eyes finally opened only to look at her reflection as if contemplating her decision. 'I think I will deal with this later' She thought to herself as her black, military grade, combat boots slapped against the tile floor of her weapons/safe room. Running the tips of her fingers through her currently short black hair to pull it from her eyes she sighed heavily*

"When I get back we are going to finish this little chat."

*She wore black cargo pants that tucked into the top of her combat boots to hold it in place. Her top was a light grey tank top with what seemed like black leather armor wrapped around her rib cage and into a V just below her collar bone making her D sized breasts seem almost too perfect. She had a FO4-Reddit strapped to her upper right thigh, an 8 inch serrated blade connected to the belt around her curvy hips in a sheeth on her left, and two small silver gernades hooked onto an easy release pin on her opposite hip. Taking an access card from her left side pocket she slides it through a card reader to her right on the center of the metal wall. The wall split in half and began to slide into the wall on the opposite end, disappearing and letting her get a full, unobstructed view of her half furnished basment. She made her way up the basement stairs and up to her bedroom loft to change out of her military clothes.*


* It was 3:10 pm on the thin, silver watch wrapped around her frail wrist. The clouds were bundled together in a dark mess, making the world seem dull and grey. She inhaled slowly, smelling the humid moisture in the air. ' Its going to rain...' She thought while the wind whipped her black hair across her face, making her hand subconsciously brush it back out of her eyes. She wore a dingy yellow dress made to look old that flowered just above her knees, covered in street names and monuments from New England. On the V shaped chest the words "We all have demons..." was scrawled across it showing off her robust, D sized breasts. The back of it open with lace around the edges, showing her bare shoulder blades where two thin scars lined either side of her spine a few inches down. Her black short heels crunching against the gravel while she made her way towards her BMW 528i in the drive way. Getting in, not bothering to put her seat belt on, she started the engine enjoying its low growl as it idled. She drove towards the manision through the curvy roads lined with dense forest, the color of fall, for about twenty minutes before pulling into the the long driveway of the Mansion . A small smile played across her pale lips as her gleaming red hues stared at the clouds for a moment, enjoying the smell of rain coming. Spinning her keys around her pointer finger by the ring holding them together she walked across the lot and towards the doors. Walking through she scanned the area, trying not to focus on the pressure growing in her chest. Her eyes settled on a single pulse emenating from a few feet infront of her. Dragging the tip of her tongue across the sharp points of her extended canines, she inhaled slowly through her nose, her body shivering as the hunger grew in her chest slowly. ' Mmmm Don't you smell delicious....' The intense hunger made goosebumps rise along her pale grey flesh like waves. Her pupils dilating and pulsing with her own, now racing, heart beat before she suddenly stood up straight, taking a long deep breath and holding it. 'Fight it...' She exhaled slowly, feeling her heart slow down. She pushed open the another door, making everyone in the room look back at her. Her voice was soft, quiet, but mesmerizing like Stevie Knicks singing voice when she spoke.*

"Well....Hello there...."

*She said with a small smile playing across her lips while she made her way around and stood next to one of the royal guards. Her face brimming with happiness as if she were putting on a facade to hide her pain.*

"We sincerely apologize for awaking you this early in the morning when you were up so late pouring over the royal documents and then painting, but unfortunately, I must. Mistress Katherine has run off again and left another suitor sitting and waiting, and I'm afraid that your presence is necessary to soothe his blistered ego, Madam Victoria."

A muffled groan mixed with a sigh was the only sound that escape the mound of blankets that were piled high on the beautiful bed. Stray locks of dark hair could be seen peeking out from beneath them, and after a moment of shuffling under the warm covers, a head slowly began to emerge, the blankets falling away. The reveal was nothing too tremendous - simply a young woman with long, tangled hair, a sleepy look on her porcelain complexion, and a red nightgown covering her body.

Stifling a yawn, her fingers splayed daintily across her ruby lips, the young lady turned her dazzling aqua eyes on the two maids who stood at the side of her bed. A slightly disgruntled expression crossed her features before she smoothed them and placed a gentle smile on her face.

"It's no trouble, Clarice - Trista. I know that it isn't your fault, and what with it being Katherine, it was undoubtedly for the best that you fetched me instead of either of my brothers. Who knows what kind of mischief they would cause if they were to speak with the young man. If you would be kind enough to inform the suitor that I will be there momentarily, I'll go ahead and dress myself. Take him to the study."

Tossing back the covers, Victoria dropped to the cool stone floor beside her bed. It sent a small jolt of chilliness through her body, but she quickly brushed the feeling away, instead approaching her closet. When Trista began to follow her in an attempt to help her dress, she waved the girl off with a simple toss of her dainty hand. The maids scurried from the room, the door falling shut with a small swish behind them.

"Oh, how I love my dear sister - but sometimes ... Sometimes I want to strangle her until she's blue in the face," Victoria sighed, shifting through the beautiful gowns that hung in her formal attire wardrobe. She finally stopped when she came across a beautiful red gown, which matched her ruby necklace that currently rest against her chest.

In a matter of minutes she was dressed and pulling her hair free from being tucked beneath the gown. She approached her desk, which held a large mirror and a wide array of makeup and hair styling products.

"Oh, the twenty-first century is rich in pointless material objects," she sighed, seating herself to begin preparing her hair.

Once done, she rose and approached the doors to her bedchambers and swiftly left the room, pausing in the hallway outside of it.

"Vocare Dracul," she said softly, her voice echoing with an otherworldly tone to it. "The study."

With her summons for her guard to appear out in the air, Victoria began the short trek to the study, where Katherine's 'suitor' awaited.

It didn't take her long to reach it, and by the time that she did, the young vampire was pacing across the room, hands clasped impatiently behind his back, and a dark scowl on his features. The maids from her room stood at the doors and opened them for her, the man whirling around to face her with the cloudiness of anger in his features.

"Are you Lady Katherine? I understand the importance that young women place on being 'fashionably late', but I find it extremely rude for you to take the better part of an hour to grace me with your presence!" he snapped, his beautiful features twisted with the nastiness of his personality.

Lifting her hand, which was glad with a beautiful red glove, Victoria stopped the man with a single look. She took her time approaching the large chair that sat behind the equally impressive desk, and by the time she had done so, he was practically quivering with fury. With a single motion of her hand for him to sit, she rest her elbows on the desk, her chin placed lightly on her fingers that were clasped together.

"A word from the wise - do not allow your emotions to control your personality. It gives you a very nasty appearance to others," she began, her expression blank but her eyes holding a darkness that spoke of what would happen to him should he speak out of turn again.

"I am Lady Victoria, the eldest sister of the Vidali's. Whether or not I was Katherine, does not permit you to speak in such a way. You are not my superior, and from what I've seen so far, I would not welcome you as an equal should you ever take my sister's hand in marriage. I admit that what Katherine has done is wrong, but that does not permit you to speak in such a disrespectful manner to a lady, especially one who is undeserving of it, such as myself."

The man went to speak, and in a swift motion Victoria had straightened, her gaze meeting his.

"Silence," she ordered, her voice echoing with a mixture of other feminine voices. He quickly shut his mouth, the sound of his teeth connecting together loud in the room.

Pushing herself to her feet, Victoria placed her hands on the desk before her.

"My sister, Lady Katherine, will not be accepting your offer for her hand in marriage. As one of her appointed guardians, I decline your offer as well. It is with my sincerest apologies that I must send you away, but if she is unwilling to even meet with you, than I cannot change her mind. I may be one of her guardians, but that does not mean that I control her. It is her life to live, and she will live it how she pleases, whether or not my maniacal uncle has a say in it. It is her decision and her decision alone. She is not a child. And from what I've seen form the moment that I've walked in, I would want nothing to do with you, either. You may leave now," she stated simply.

Without another word, she made her way around the desk, the two maids opening the doors once more for her to leave. The sound of the young man scrambling to his feet made her pause, however, and when the sound of quick footsteps across the carpeted floor approached her from behind, she turned only slightly. His hand reached out for her, and before it could connect with her shoulder, she had gripped his wrist and twisted it sharply, a loud snap echoing in the room. The man let out a howl of pain, the two maids gasping in surprise, and when he went to reach with his other hand, she swiftly tugged on the arm belonging to the wrist that she had broken, dropped her weight down, and flipped him over her head. In the same motion she turned, twisting the same arm painfully behind him, and slammed him into the floor. Her heeled foot pressed down on the back of his head, pushing his face into the ground, and she held the twisted arm up and in the air above his body. He squirmed only slightly, otherwise immobile in this position.

The maids were frozen in surprise and in fear, but in an instant Trista let out a cry of terror. The thundering footsteps belonging to the regular brigade of guards that patrolled the halls at all times approached, and the two young women were brushed aside. One of the guards approached and bowed to her briefly before taking the suitor's arms and hefting him up, ignoring the shouts of pain the man made as his injured arm was pulled on.

The entire situation happened in less than three minutes, and in an instant the guards and the suitor were disappearing down the hallway, trusting her solely with her reasoning for blunt force without requiring an explanation.

Hefting a sigh, Victoria began down the hallway, freeing her slightly-unkempt hair from its braids. The movements of protecting herself had pulled strands free from their confines, and she didn't have the energy nor the time to redo it.

The long waves cascaded down over her shoulders, back, and chest, and she made her way to the dining hall to join everyone with breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone," Victoria sang out, brushing some wrinkles out of the top of her dress. She whisked over to her seat and allowed a maid to pull her chair out before seating herself and fluffing out her skirts. "How is everyone today?"

He felt her melodic otherworldly call, it came like a shiver along his spine. He walked briskly to the study and subtly walked into the study to find his mistress in a dress addressing a man trying to court Katherine. "What a disrespectful man. He is dangerously close to breaking some rules in my opinion." he subtly thought as he watched Victoria tell him off and then ask for his departure.

He chuckled lightly. Then reached for his gun when the man tried to attack his mistress. But she took care of him swiftly and dealt with him easily. "Masterfully done my Mistress. You once more iterated why you are the Overseer to the guards, even your most humble bodyguard." He said, giving a small grin as he followed Victoria to the dining area. He followed her like a smug, happy little dog. But this dog is easily angered whenever she is in danger.

He'd do anything for his mistress. Even jump hurdles for her. But he wouldn't open his heart to her, not unless she asked how much his devotion to her meant. He'd follow her to the end of eternity, come hell or high water. He looked at the other guards present and gave a nod of good morning to them all.

However, he eyed the bluenette with some suspicion. He always wondered what went on in her head. But it wasn't the time or place for it. Victoria was his main priority. He'd follow his orders to the letter. He then noticed the Prince walking in with his dog. He heaved a sigh. Good, most of the royal family was present and accounted for. He simply stood behind his mistress like a shadow. He would remain immobile unless ordered to move, or if an emergency came up.

"Primula, have you made your decision yet?"

"I don't really think that that's any of your business, djävulen."

"Of course it is. You're my daughter, after all. All I want is what's best for you."

Snorting in disbelief, Primula turned to face the glowing mirror, pausing in dressing herself in her daily uniform.

"You and I both know that that's a lie, djävulen. You're nothing but another demon to me - and I don't claim my heritage in any way, shape, or form. I'm nothing like you, and I never will be. You only want me for my powers," she stated bluntly, her intense red eyes narrowing. "Why do you appear to me, anyway? I don't believe for a single second that it was to check in on me, so state your business and go."

The demon in the mirror chuckled, his matching red eyes full of the mischief that only a devil could hold inside himself. He turned slightly, the curling black horns that emerged from his head gleaming in the firelight behind him.

"You know precisely why I've appeared to you, älskade dotter. You've wasted enough time on these frivolous endeavors that you claim to be 'duties'. It's high time that you return home and take your place beneath me on the thrones," the demon bellowed, the mirror shaking slightly.

Primula, however, looked far from impressed by his theatrics, simply lifting her brush to glide it gently through her pretty pink locks.

"You aren't frightening to me, far, and I have my rights as a demon to do whatever I please. You're theatrics aren't going to convince me to return to the underworld, and you have no authority over me. You haven't for the last three hundred years, and you aren't about to gain any now," she said simply, fixating a dull look on the demon in the mirror.

Said demon let out a strangled sound of frustration, once more shaking the mirror.

"One way or another, you're going to return to the underworld. I may not be able to force you to, but I will find a way to bring you back," he snarled. With a large burst of flames, the mirror returned to normal, leaving Primula to stare at herself. Rolling her eyes slightly, she turned away and donned her black stockings and red short boots, snagged the small black, worn leather book that sat on her desk, held closed by a dark, pink ribbon, and placed her ever-present broadsword at her hip, sheathed and shrunken with a sprinkle of a mix of crushed herbs combined with a whispered spell. With a flip of her skirt and a flash of golden light, she slipped underneath the doorway, appearing on the other side in the form of a glowing golden-hued phoenix. Once in the hallway, she flipped in the air, easily reappearing in her human form.

Tilting her head back, Primula sniffed the air slightly. In an instant she caught the whiff of the man that she had sworn her life to. He wasn't far, by any means - the rooms belonging to those that were assigned solely to protect the royal offspring of Victoria and James Vidali were placed as closely to the princes and princesses as possible without making it so that they were constantly walking over one another.

The scent of the beautiful canine that was constantly at the man's side, at least for the past year, flitted into her nostrils, leaving her with a small smile on her lips. Running her fingers across them, she quickly smoothed it away and returned to her normal, placid expression. The dog was definitely a beautiful and loyal creature, and they had been worshiped as the purest form of a companion by the demon race since the dawn of time - hence the myths revolving around hell-hounds. Well, they weren't really myths, seeing as hell-hounds have existed just as long as dogs have been worshiped for.

Tucking the book into her waistband, Rimu took off down the hallway, taking the turns swiftly and yet not running in the slightest.

It didn't take her long to reach the dining hall, and she was instantly greeted with the delicious smells that belonged to the royal kitchen. Pausing outside the doorway to inhale deeply, Rimu practically sighed with the pleasure of the scents. Before her presence could be sensed by the inhabitants of the hall, she slid inside with only soft sound of the air to announce her presence.

In an instant she was behind and to the side of Dante's chair, leaning forward only enough so that her head was beside his, a few inches separating their hair from touching.

"Good morning, Master Dante," she said softly, her voice gentle and tinged slightly with an accent that seemed Swedish. "I trust that you slept well?"

♫ Make It Rain ♫

'My soul huh? Aw I'm touched. And here I thought your only interest was in my body." Aidan smirked at Katherine calling herself a demon. He glanced around, and saw some of the strange looks they were getting from the servants around them, and the looks Katherine was giving the staff. He gave them an apologetic look. "Though I wouldn't call ya a demon. You don't nearly have the superior sense of humor of Prim-de-la-Prim. She appreciates my jokes!" He chuckled. "Though I suppose you aren't that bad, for a half-pint." He teased with a beaming smile.

Once inside the dining hall Katherine began to make herself more comfortable. At her attempts to push him away, as usual. Not that he ever let's her of course. He let out a loud, and exaggerated sigh followed by an equally exaggerated eye roll. "Hmmm.....And leave you without my winning personality, and wonderful smile? Perish the thought your highness! Or should it be......kek......your shortness?!" He followed with a small bit of laughter that ended with a snort. He cleared his throat, and regained his composure. "Admit it, you'd be bored without me. I make your day." He said, and then he playfully ruffled her hair.

Aidan quickly turned into fog before she could do any sort of retaliation, and slinked lowly on the ground across the room. He reformed into a solid mass next to a empty chair near the head of the table. He pulled it out, and motioned for her to seat down. He turned around to face the other royals, and their bodyguards. "Mornin'!" He greeted casually. "So I take it the suitor left huh? How long did this one stay? I had two hours in the pool. How long did you have Dracy?" As he mentioned the pool there were a few servants and guards that visibly grew nervous.

"I guess you could say he wasn't....SUITed for her!" He chuckled slightly. "Sorry, I would've done something, but you how stubborn Kathy here gets. And how antisocial she is." He said as he pointed back at Katherine with his thumb. He then looked between all the royals and their bodyguards. "Well, I'm thinking I'm talking to the wrong crowd about about being social." He chuckled. "Ah well, I'll get those sticks out cha butts some day. In the mean time I'll just have to chip away at you all one amazing joke at a time." He smirked.

"So Dantay, your a dog man right?" He asked with a smile creeping up. "Is every dog you own technically a bloodhound?" He followed with a chuckle that ended in a snort.

"Oh? Is that you offering your body to me?" Her smirk grew, it was simple teasing of course but if anyone heard her say such things she'd surely receive some odd looks of her own. When he commented on how small she is again, she chose to simply ignore him. Though when he mad yet another joke she was tempted to throw a punch or kick his way, but decided against it as to avoid causing a scene. "I'm bored with or without you." She responded without missing a beat, she could never admit to him bringing some small sliver of happiness each day.

"Aidan, I'm perfectly capable of grabbing a chair." She called out once he disappeared and pulled out a chair for her. The princess rolled her eyes as she made her way over to where he stood, sighing before sitting down. "Thank you." Her gratitude was drowned out though by the sound of him saying there was a pool for how long this suitor would stick around for.

"Who else was in on this?!" Of course she had a habit of running away from the suitors brought her but she never anticipated there being any bets placed, much less that someone like Cain could be a part of this. The youngest princess wondered how everyone would react to Aidan addressing others so informally but chose not to say anything unless someone reacted in a negative manner, in which case shed defend her friend.

"In any case, how is everyone doing this fine morning?" Katherine smile but it never matched her gaze, the princess just hoped no one commented on how synthetic her smile truly is.

*Covering her mouth with the palm of her hand while a small chuckle left her lips hearing Aidan antics and smart ass remarks. In front of the royals no less. She felt very out of place in the large dinning hall with everyone around her. The only reason she even got into working for this family was because of her bloodline and the help they gave. Putting her arms behind her she gained her formal composure, stiffing her back. She was new at this formal thing. She normally worked small hits and assassinations. By herself. Looking around the room with her auburn hues she noticed the family members. All of them were beautiful. It was eye catching in the least. Looking down at her watch at the time she inhaled slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. Glancing over at Victoria she slowly snuck out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly. She always hated being in a room full of people. Always made her feel stuck and claustrophobic. Pressing her back up against the door she rubbed the back of her neck, sighing heavily before mumbling to herself. *

"Guns are so much easier then people.."

Cain's eyebrow could only twitch as Mr. Roth spoke. Especially about the gambling pool most of the other guards usually participate in. He heaved a huge sigh as the Dhampir rubbed his nose as Katherine demanded how long it went on. "Ever since Suitor Number 5 the guards were interested in a gambling pool with how many would come and get thrown out."

He couldn't look at his Mistress dead in the face. "And I always politely decline in betting but if you must now, my mistress threw the bugger out in less than 2 minutes and 58 seconds. I also suggest not being so vocal about the Gambling habits you share with some of our guardsmen at the dinner table where my mistress can hear you and is probably planning her scolding as we speak." Cain firmly explained, a part of him actually expecting bloody discipline. However the Eldest didn't seem phased by the gambling and thanked Victoria for her duty of throwing the suitor out.

Cain simply returned to his stoic form, watching the blue haired assassin leave. He still was sure that breakfast wouldn't be interrupted. However, the fourth Vidal wasn't present, so he was wondering what in the devil was the youngest Prince up to.

♫ Make It Rain ♫

A idan smiled slightly as he watched the assassin, Raven, laugh at his jokes. At least someone appreciated good humor. He watched her carefully, seeing how uncomfortable she was. It was something that he saw lot growing up around orphans. Though his attention was quickly taken away by Luca's ever flamboyant entrance. "Yeah, sorry Lucy, I don't put money on your love life, not nearly as much fun without the inevitable temper tantrum." He snickered as he pointed his thumb towards Katherine. As Luca went on about what he's looking for, someone as 'perfect' as him, Aidan couldn't help but roll his eye. "Well, I suppose humility is a overrated virtue." Aidan smirked with a slightly smug look on his face.

Having been Katherine's guard for little over two years now, Aidan still isn't quite sure what to make of Luca, though if there's one thing he can say about him, it's that he at least keeps things interesting. Even if those predatory grins of his gives him the creeps. "Yes, having beautiful people fawn over you must be such a pain. However do you deal with it?" Aidan asked in a sarcastic tone. "Guess some of us are lucky enough not to have that burden." He added with a somewhat snippy tone. Aidan would be lying if he said that when someone well off complained about their difficulties, even if it was jokingly, didn't bother him a little bit.

As Luca continued on about why they held the bets Aidan couldn't help but look extremely disinterested. "For the record I only made the bets for shits and giggles." There was a slight gasp from a servant due to his language in front of the royal family, not that he paid any mind to it. He's used to the looks he gets for his lax behavior when around his betters. But he's just being who he is, and he sees nothing wrong with that, keeps everybody on the level. "And the occasional pompous ass-hat that I get to throw out personally."

With Victoria mentioning that she had won the bet, and that she had thrown out the suitor herself Aidan glared at her. "I call shenanigans! You cheated! That just takes the sport out of it!" He pouted slightly as he crossed his arms. "Fine. I didn't want to win anyways." He muttered, along with a series of inaudible curses under his breath.

Aidan chuckled slightly at Katherine's promise to punish him. "Geez Kat, give a guy that much attention and people might get the wrong idea." He teased with a beaming smile. When she brought up the formal event Aidan let out a sigh. "Well I guess I'll have to break out the formal eye-patch." He smirked, following it with a hearty laugh that ended in a snort. Though he might joke about it but Aidan hates these formal gatherings. Mostly due to him having to wear formal wear. Even if he looks great in a suit, it's just not his style.

"So another suitor is coming? Oh that's clever! With him being there to make sure you give the guy the time of day.....er night. Whatever." He said as he rubbed an imaginary beard on his face. He looked over at Katherine with a sympathetic smile. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and leaned down closer to her. "No worries, I'm ready to play the knight in shining armor that rescues the damsel if you need it." He whisper in her ear. Though whispering is rather pointless, given how most of them have enhanced hearing. But he still wanted to make sure she knew he had her back.