The soft, flickering glow of firelight bounced off the walls of Electra Nelson's underground chamber, casting eerie shadows about the room. From under a mound of red satin sheets, came a long, lazy moan as Electra sat up, stretching her body out deliciously and shaking off the fogginess of sleep. The room smelled sweetly of blood and she looked down at the bed beside her, a small smile on her red-stained lips.
Being a spy, she'd been sent to Arcadia early, to take down a map of the place for Aziel, so, with her work done, she'd decided to take the night for herself. Beside her on the bed, lay the body of a man, drained of blood. There was a strict rule against humans within the city, but, seeing as she'd intended to kill him anyway, she hadn't seen the harm in bringing him in. He'd been an easy catch. What was his name? James? John? Something like that? All it had taken was a smile and a short conversation before she'd had him completely entranced by her. When she'd suggested heading back to her place, he'd nodded like an eager little puppy, looking to please.
And he certainly had. Though not in the way he'd hoped.
Exhausted, pleased, and filled with the mans warm blood, Electra had given into the temptation of sleep, too tired and comfortable to clean up her mess. Now she looked down at the body with a groan. He'd been the best meal she'd had in weeks, but getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part. "Sorry love." She said to the dead man with a smile, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed. "I have to eat you know."
With a lazy sigh, she stood and yawned, crossing to her closet and pulling open the door. Her wardrobe was a strange one. Extremely diverse with everything from the latest fashions, to ripped jeans and combat boots. Dressing into a simple loose t-shirt with the words "bite me" on it in big black letters, and a pair of jean cut off shorts, she closed her closet door and moved to her mirror.
Her hair lay naturally in long golden blonde waves down to her hips, but her face was flecked with blood. She smiled at herself and found her teeth covered in blood, her lips stained a deep red. She cleaned her face and teeth, and looked in the mirror again. Electra's creamy pale skin was now smooth again, not a single blemish marring it's surface, other than two beauty marks on her right cheek, she looked beautiful. Even in her half-awake, unbrushed hair state.
And it pissed her off.
She'd had five hundred years to get over the fact that she was no longer human, but some days, when she was in a particularly bad mood, it still got under her skin. Having to clean up last night's mess had gotten the ball rolling, and now, standing in front of the mirror, she growled and lifted a lipstick tube in her hand. Holding her golden gaze, Electra pulled her arm back and whipped the lipstick as hard as she could.
The small silver tube pierced though the glass, shattering it's reflective surface, and lodged itself in the wall behind it. Now she'd have to tell Aziel that she needed a new mirror, but at least she felt better. For the moment.
Turning on her heel, she reached for the drained body of last nights meal and grabbed it's wrist, dragging it from her bed, down the hall, to the kitchen where she lit a small fire and burned the man to ashes.
Once the man was gone and her room was clean, Electra dusted her hands off and sighed. She ran her fingers through her long golden blonde hair, grabbed a map from her bedside table and left the room, heading for the hall where she knew Aziel would be, sitting on his throne.
Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, she walked briskly across the room towards where Aziel, flip-flops smacking loudly. "Aziel." She said with a smile, holding up the map in her hand. "We made a map of the city." Her smiled widened. She loved it when she did her job right. Success, and praise for that success, were almost better than a good hunt.