Eisley sat on her throne. She sat still, blood caked to her cheeks like a bad facepainting. Her eyes burned with anger. Confusion boared it's way through her mind. She kicked violently, like a child and screamed out with an angry screeching roar. Blood began to flow down her face again. These were tears of anger, confusion, and worry. "This man...this frail, human man has infiltrated my palace," she whispered to herself, "and he lived...". Again, kicks and screams of mental torture rang through the large dining room.
A loud bang came over the oversized doors. Eisley didn't bother answering, and the maid gracefully barreled into the room. "My lady, may I get you something? A bath perhaps?", the maid asked looking her up and down with wide eyes.
"Where did they take the man?", Eisley asked with color confused eyes. They shifted, like oil on water, between many colors. Her mind did not know which way to turn. Why did she even care? Her last visions of the man stuttered through her mind like a tornado, taking every inch of it captive with thought.
The maid looked down and blushed. "They took the young man to your sleeping quarters. He has been sleeping off his injuries for a couple of days now." Eisley's gaze suddenly is broken with wonder and slight anger, her eyes burning orange.
"Why do your cheeks ring with blood, servant?" The maid's eyes met with her bloody boots and her face began to show intense fear at the color of the vampire's eyes. The servants of the castle had grown accustomed to fearing certain colors, fire colors bore into most of their minds.
"He's very good looking ma'am. Did you not get a good look at his face? All of the females in the castle take wonder in what kind of vampire he would make."
Eisley's mind flowed with humour and laughter. Her face cramped, holding back a smile. She had not turned anyone in hundreds of years. Not since her guards were hired. Finally, the smile broke through and she lifted the woman's face up with one finger. "Fetch me clothes. Something white."
The maid bowed and left the room. She returned with a flowing, white dress. The shoulders were cut tight and the chest low. However, in Eisley's eyes, this was too formal for meeting a prisoner. She took the dress, and tore the entire bottom off, leaving it jagged and bandage like. "There, that's better." She whispered, more to herself. She slipped off all of her clothes, including her undergarments, and slid the dress over her head. The ragged material flowed in different lengths, all around her knees. She slipped off her boots and began to walk down the large corridor, barefoot, to her sleeping quarters.
Her mind suddenly flowed with fear and excitement, this caused an intense feeling that she could only take as pain, bringing her to her knees. It gripped at her gut, causing her to scream out and hold herself. In all of her 500 years, never had she had emotion for another being. Never had her body ached to talk to someone, to check on their wellbeing. She sat on her knees for a few moments, gathered her composure, and took a skeleton key from the guard at the door.
She opened the door, fear gripping every part of her body. What was the right thing to say to a human? What would he say? Would he make another attempt at her life?
"So, you're alive..."