Snippet #1409308

Eisley stepped out into the hall, following him carefully, hugging the wall. She knew he would not be harmed in the dark hallways. The servants of her queendom wanted nothing more than to torture him to death, as a potential assassin. However, they wanted nothing more than to spare the wrath that surely followed slaying the queen's pet. Her whispering voice spoke a different language, calling the vampires to the walls, away from Anthony.

She grinned, stepping up and over sofas and tables with grace. She danced around, twirling and swaying on her toes, like a graceful ballerina. She felt young again, chasing down a prisoner. She patted the heads of the servants children as she passed them, smiling with pearl white teeth shining in the pale light. Her mind began to race with wonder and curiosity. She was stalking him, slowly, waiting for the breakdown that was inevitable, at this point. As she drew closer to him, she noticed his body being wrecked with sobs. As she watched his body fall the the ground, her face pulled into a sad pout, eyes fading to purple. She stood above him, staring down with a slight smirk. It was sad really, how fragile this grown man looked.

"I warned you darling. They won't harm you. You belong to me in their eyes. However...," she looked around at all of the dark eyes around her, "Everyone here could do with a snack."

A childlike laugh erupted from her throat, causing everyone in the area to cackle. Every vampire began to close in on them, waiting for the word to attack.

"Do you trust me?", she asked, staring around at the red eyes that were closing in on them. "Do you trust me to save your life?"

A tiny hand extended to him.