Zosimos waited in the room for his new kin to awaken.
It had been years, centuries perhaps, since he had let his venom slip. Now, he was going to enjoy the result. She was a fiery one, daughter of a famous hunter of their kind. A hunter herself, or so she was.
Silently, patiently, he sat.
Slowly but surely she would open her eyes, blinking and then staring around, she would whimper and say, "Torture the little maiden you did, torture her and drain her... all those pretty photos Mother took are stained now in blood. I once met the man who whispered of such promise, but little Annie knew he lied." she would touch her neck and ask, "Why does it not weep, for I am wanting oblivion, I will take in bed and decapitate her in cruel spread. I shall fly from the window and break my neck, snap, snap and then dead. Little Annie, little Annie you left her dead."
He could hear the murmers of his new kin, and couldn't help but smile. Such torture, such hate, such passion. It was refreshing after all these years, refreshing after seeing what his line turned to and from.
Good luck with that, deary
Zosimos juiced, mocking Casren's Italian accent. His voice slipped lower, into a laugh, which began deep in his throat and came to echo in the room.
You wish to live eterninty with a snapped neck? Don't let me try to stop you, as if it would work,
More of that menacing laughter.
She would stand up and argue, "You broke Little Annie, look at her all dead, why should I not break your head, crush it clean, crush it dirty, crush it all over Casren brain, you hurt little Annie." she would skip along appearing rather deranged, "Death kill, killing death she is dead, just dead. Deader than dead, I want my doll!"
An interesting outcome indeed. It would appear his new kin slipped into the habit of speaking in third person. Still Zosimos smiled, walking close to Anamaria and moving to embrace her. He would be strong, looking deep into her eyes, working to assert his power over his kin.
"]Deader than dead, but more alive than ever" He crooned, "You may have your doll,
Annie, but first she must be
sewn" Zosimos would walk his kin back, wishing to seat them both on the bed. It was time to explain to her the concept of a flesh puppet.
She would follow cuddling the doll tightly appearing so juvenile and innocent, "Little Annie wants to see the crying... all these wounds tears over her face, all there saline solution her elixir. Make them cry Litttle Annie, make them cry watch them weep and then make them whimper as two points cry crimson drops, drip drop, drip drop all on my tongue... like these pretty little scars on my arms." with that she tears her claws over her arms and watch memerized as the blood fell.
Well, this would not do.
Self harm, no no no. Zosimos reached forward, to grab his kin by the wrists.
"Absolutely not," He said sternly, "Are you to draw blood from yourself. It is why," The vampire added, "There are humans we kill. I do believe they get delivered here. Annie,"
Zosimos looked again into her eyes,
"Annie, are you thirsty?"
Still watching drips from her arm, she would respond, "Little rivers on my Niles little rivers which Little Annie flow down, down into depths of Hades... splash and splish we all fall down and no one will remember, no will think... Little Annie shall instead just watch as the blood falls from the sky, as she creates little inlets over her whole body, she will become the Amazon with lots of tributaries... lots of little crimson paths."
Then, it dawned on him.
Necromance and blood worship be damned, she wasn't even supposed to bleed as much as she was. Had he, somehow...
"Annie, do you hunger?" Zosimos shook her, "Do you wish a corpse to play with?"
She would look up and nod slowly, "Little rivers... all dripping over my body, raining down and I am being soaked in them all, pretty little showers soaking Little Annie as she dances around the corpses. So many rivers, so many inlets one cut, two cut, lots of patterns within my flesh. Little Annie desires to patch-work of all her sins, so much delicious elixer, I hunger and desire more. Please Daddy don't hurt those streams, let them flow and never stop, my heart wishes for more."
Zosimos moved to grab his new kin by the hand, immediately making for the door.
There was a solution to this, somewhere. If she was skilled in the art of Blood Magery, had somehow inherited through blood an art long lost to his line, then this could mean very large things.
He had to find another necromancer, another blood mage, another vampire like her.
They made it to the door before he realized exactly how horrible of an idea it was to drag her out into the public like this, looking for who they were looking for. Zosimos sighed, slowing his stride and carefully pulling towards the kitchens.
First, she would have to feed.