Snippet #2373749

Elizabeth Aurora was laying on her massive bed, in a beam of sunlight that warmed her back. She was armed with a mirror, dancing it in front of the light to create a reflection on the floor in front of her that Vixen chased and pounced upon. She smiled, pure amusement on her face, and watched as the ocelot chased the little mote of light up the curtains, and balanced precariously on the railing. Liz chuckled, and stood, walking to the window which was still open and stood on the window seat to collect the feline from her perch.

It was just then that there was a shy knock on the door and the household servant, as Elizabeth Aurora thought of her, walked into her room and introduced herself. The vampiress rose a brow and nodded, sending her away quietly after asking her politely to return with a bottle of red wine and a glass. During her brief mortal years, Elizabeth had served her time at hard work, and she didn't think that simple housework could be as difficult as that was.

That was when she returned, Vixen in hand, to her bed, and placed the ocelot in the middle to recline as she wished. Then, Elizabeth turned to the wardrobe, opening it, and frowning a little as she peered into its depths. It seemed that most of her clothes had been brought in preparation for her arrival. She nodded, flicking through her belongings, thinking it was about time that she went and met the other beings that she could hear moving around the house. Elizabeth Aurora frowned, and then settled on a slim, body fitting dress that would accentuate her natural feminine curves.

The vampire female then changed slowly, slipping the dress on. She smiled. It smelt of fine luxury and rare fabrics, and that satisfied her cravings for wealth.

Then she slipped some heels on, put her hair up in a light, casual, loose updo. A glance to her pet brought Vixen trotting to her heels as she stepped through the door, out into the corridor beyond, where Vixen then put her nose to the ground to take in all the scents of those who had passed. The ocelot growled slowly, her ears flicking up to Elizabeth Aurora, who frowned and followed the animal as it purposefully trotted down the hallway.

Her footsteps were slow, her heels clicking imperiously on the hard wooden flooring. Then, the ocelot froze outside a door, rubbing against her owners legs, warily keeping away from the doorway itself. Elizabeth Aurora paused, not knowing that it was the door with her husband to be behind it, and then knocked gently, scooping Vixen up into her arms.