The leader wasn't the only one effected by the death. Everyone was. It wasn't the death that brought grief to the people, but the idea that they can be struck down so easily. Being a vampire some feel immortal to an extent - hearing about death always reminded them of otherwise. Anastasia was sitting in her modern black room in her vanity chair when she heard the sound of Larisa yelling.
"I'm giving everybody until the count of two to get down here!" the leader yelled, making Anna sigh inwardly. Taking a final look at herself in the large black mirror she started heading downstairs. She knew her leader, and friend was just corrupted by emotion to blame the coven for the death. It was hardly their fault she felt. Cracking her knuckles as she came down the winding stairs. She was just in time to hear the beginning of what their coven leader had to say. Anna snorted at the Avengers comment Larisa made. If they were going to become the Avengers - she wanted to be Tony Stark. She listened to each word and found herself raising her arched brow when Larisa was finished. A meeting with the werewolves? It practically smelled like disaster waiting to happen. Though Anna couldn't really argue. They had no other options. Their numbers were few - and diminishing at this rate. Being second in command, she was relieved to know she was there to tag along. She wouldn't feel right otherwise. Quickly she put the brown fringed purse around her neck, moving it to rest on her hip. In the purse her engagement right laid on the bottom, in a small pocket. It was her lucky charm. She no longer wore the jewelry item of her not so long ago past - but it was a reminder of what she was, and how she will destroy the people she loved.
Slipping on an orange colored jacket she walked after the leader to the truck, hopping in the passenger seat. Anastasia didn't like sitting in the back - she always seemed to race for the passenger seat when she could.
"This shall prove to be interesting - no matter how it turns out" Anna said, leaning her elbow against the window as they waited for Lester. Riding shotgun Anna liked being in control of the music. Finding the newest hits station she turned up the volume slightly.
"Since you're ancient, no offense - you age very well, would you say music has gotten worse, or better over the years?" she asked to fill the silence, smiling at her higher up warmly. After she asked the question, Lester took his seat in the back.
"Took you long enough, what were you doing? Putting on makeup?" she jested to the right hand man of the leader.
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