~~It was late Thursday Evening, when Lasherette had awoken in quite the foul mood. She paced her room, in her long black silk gown and robe. Corinne gently tapped on her bedroom door. "Enter." ::Snapped Lasherette. Corinne came in carrying a tray, upon it was a carafe of Bloodwyne and a goblet. It was quite ornate, actually. Lasherette figured if she had to drink the fake stuff, she may as well do it from an elegant goblet. It had a silver bottom and stem, which twisted its way upwards, like vines. The glass itself was removable, as it sat gently in the silver stemware...cradled and held in by a small silver ivy leaf that turned to allow the glass to be removed or inserted.
Corinne did exactly that and handed Lasherette the goblet. Lasherette stalked past her, and grabbed the goblet as she went by. Corinne quickly retracted her hand and stepped back.:: "Mistress, what is wrong?" :: Lasherette was walking with one hand behind her back the other in front of her, holding the goblet. Lasherette smirked at her and shook her head and let out a sarcastic, wicked laugh.:: "What isn't WRONG, Corinne?" ::She took then took a long swig of the swill called Bloodwyne. She needed to feed tonight.
Corinne, studied her cautiously.:: "Mistress...why don't you let me pour you a bath...and do your nails for you?" Hmm?" ::Lash looked from Corinne extending her hand from behind her back to in front of her. There was quite a bit of space from her cuticle to the polish. Her nails and hair grew faster than weeds. Something "someone" negated to tell her when he created her. Leaving her as a fledgling to figure things out on her own. She never would have agreed to his "gift"....she would have rather had died, than not spend eternity with him.::
"Mistress?" ::Corinne asked again...bringing Lash out of her thoughts of her Maker. Lash looked at her, she was very pale, and the veins were beginning to appear in her face...she almost looked like one of the statues in her gardens.:: "Yes, Corinne....Run my bath water, I shall be there, momentarily." "Yes, Mistress." ::With that Corinne hurriedly left the room, and entered the bath off the Mastersuite. Lash walked over to the drapes and pulled them back. Opening the French doors, she walked out onto her balcony. The moon was big and nearly full, another 2 days and it would be. She sipped the wyne, and stared out over her gardens, the moons rays illuminating her statues. She stared at them...Venus, Rodin's-The KISS, Michelangelo's- David. With that, she looked away towards towne.
Yes, tonight she would feed on some scum of the earth. She hadn't been down by the docks ever. Maybe tonight would be a good time to visit there. Surely there were some murders or rapists, at least she could prey upon. Then she had somewhere to go. Someone to visit. Someone she loved still, very much with all her heart and soul. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him out of her mind. Corinne spoke softly:: "Mistress, your bath is ready." "Coming." ::Was all Lash said as she turned towards the woman as she held back the drape for her.:: "Shall I leave the drapes open now, Mistress?" ::Lasherette was a bit impatient, she snapped:: "Aye. Isn't that what you were told....closed during the day....and open when I awake in the evening, is that not what I told you?!?" ::Folding her hands in front of her, and lowering her eyes, Corinne nodded her head slowly, like a scolded child.:: "Yes Mistress, I apologize." "Nevermind it...just dont forget, and God help you Corinne if you EVER get that wrong. Piercing peridot hues stared right into Corinne's very soul.:: "No Mistress...I shall never get it wrong, I promise."
::Lash stared at her a long moment. Wondering if this woman was smart enough to be her assistant. She thought not. She needs to find one, a smart one, a young one....a MALE one. Removing her clothes allowing them to fall to the floor...she stepped out of them as she headed towards the bath. Corinne immediately picked them up and carried them to the laundry chute.
Entering the bath, just as Lash was entering the tub, Corinne looked at her Mistress' beautiful, youthful, perfect body. Corinne once had a figure, before children. She lost her family. They were all killed in a raid on her village. Including her children. Who could expect anyone to be "right" after something like that. Then it slapped Lash in the face, her very own thoughts. Would she ever be "right" again? She lost Alex. Was nearly killed. Hid her son. Found her Maker, all while she was ill to the point of death. Was "reborn"...then told she lost her son....and Alex forever. THEN she even lost her Maker.
She had suffered alot recently. And there wasn't a single soul in that towne who cared not one bit how she was doing, not a one. Not even the new Queen Icer. Oh, and she couldn't forget Icer's wonderful husband; accusing her of having something to do with Alex and Drakes death. When she heard that from her Maker, she almost went off the deep end.
"Mistress". ::Corinne had pulled her back from her thoughts yet again.:: "I am about to wash your hair, I just wanted to prepare you for the water." ::Lash merely nodded....as the water came flowing down over her head, bucket after bucket....the silent tears flowed as well. Unseen to all...known only to her. No longer would she be weak. Nor would she ever tolerate another weak man. They truly disgusted her to no end.
As soon as Corinne finished bathing her, and wrapping her hair, and doing her nails....she would dress for the evening. Tonight she would go in her newly remodeled coach. She hadn't seen it yet, but Gregory seemed happy with it. She even bought him a new coat and hat. He was quite pleased when she presented him with them. She would decide what she would wear later, after her hair and nails were done. Right now, she needed another glass of that swill wyne to hold her over. Sipping it as she watched Corinne in the mirror rolling her hair, she realized.... Most definately yes, she would need a REAL assistant. A MALE assistant without a doubt. A smile formed on her lips for the first time all evening. Corinne caught it, as she looked at her Mistress in the mirror. She smiled too, finally seeing a smile on her Mistress' face. Yet not knowing why, nor would she ask.~~

~~Lasherette had the flaps of the carriage rolled up, so she could see the comings and goings of the people outside, roaming about Rhydin. She knew they were nearing the Waterfront, as she could smell it, a foul odor...and Gregory was walking the horses at a much slower pace. ::Gregory slid open the door to the back of the coach.:: "We are here Mistress, where is it I should take you?" ::Looking out the window, she replied:: "Here is fine Gregory." ::Shocked:: "Mistress....but...Mistress are you certain.?" "Aye, I am at that Gregory. Do not fret so. I shan't be long. We still have another stop to make this evening." ::With her answer Gregory hopped down and came around letting down the steps, and assisted her out of the coach. Immediately she felt eyes upon her. She didnt look in any direction, other than at Gregory. {s} "I will not be far from here. I want you to take the carriage some place out of sight. Just as we came near, a block back...beside that fish market. Park there. There were other carriages and drivers there." ::Thinking a moment:: "You do not wish for me to remain with you, Mistress? "No Gregory, if I wanted your company I would have said as much. Now...go on." "Yes, Mistress." ::A tone of dejection and worry in his voice. She didnt want to come out and tell him, but one day soon she would have to. First she would have to see how trustworthy he was.::
She watched as Gregory jumped up into the drivers seat, and with a shake of the reins was back off towards the fish market.
Lasherette heard a few cat calls but she ignored them. She wrapped her cloak tightly about her....and was walking along the dock. Actually the harbor had quite a few boats in it.
Lasherette smelled him before she saw him. She was approaching a huge barn -type of building where they put their boats in dry dock for repairs. He was there alone. But hadn't been. He had murdered a man for his money and dumped his body in the harbor, not even a half hour ago. He was going through the mans personal effects. The man had been a business man...honest working....repaired the boats for a living. As Lash grew nearer, she continued walking along, when she heard footsteps (silent, yeah okay)...coming up from behind her. WIthin a moment he was on her. He put a knife to her throat and an arm about her neck, his filthy hand covering her mouth. Dragging her backwards towards the dark drydock barn.
She put up a small struggle. She hoped now she had drank enough of that nasty bloodwyne. He pushed her up agains the wall inside...in the shadows...where Lasherette could see the clearest. Holding the knife to her throat...he pulled her cloak off of her. "Ummm....upper class quality. So, are you a "Lady" or something?" ::His eyes then exploring her body with her eyes, and one hand. She nodded and closed her eyes. The idea of this murderer fondling her was too much now. In a wink, she had his wrist with the knife in it, bent back, till she heard it snap. The knife falling to the ground. Opening her eyes, they were blood red....he went to scream but she reached out with one hand and silenced him by placing her gloved hand to his throat, and squeezing. She then lifted him off the ground, staring up at him. "Murdering Bastard." ::She hissed.:: He was trying to pry her hand loose but he couldnt budge it. She turned switching places with him. Tossing him against the wall. He hit it and slid down, he got up to run but she was directly in front of him. No matter which was he turned, he couldnt escape her.
"I'm through toying with you....scum." ::She strode up to him and threw him into the wall....and tore open the side of his neck...her mouth over the gaping wound not wanting any of his blood to get on her clothes. Sucking hard and fast....feeling his heart pounding like a drum in her ears...til he began to slide down the wall once before. Before he did...she reached out with both hands, holding his face in them....he near dead eyes staring at her. "Aufweidersehen." ::She hissed into his face. then with a jerk of her hands, she broke his neck. There was barely any blood oozing out of the wound. She scooped him up...and although she was dragging his dead body...he merely appeared drunk. Not seeing a living soul, or smelling any....she sat him up and took all of the other man's belongings out of his pockets, and placed it beside him. Leaving his effects on him. Going back for the knife....she slit his throat ending where she had bit him. Wiping it off on his own shirt, she looked it over and she sat beside him.
"Thank you....it's beautiful, the grip is all encrusted with corals and emeralds. Very nice. Having retrieved her cloak at the same time. She noticed some people leaving a pub some distance away. Pulling her cloak hood up. She looked into his dead eyes:: "No, I'm sorry I can't stay Mr. Scum. I have someplace to go. You have a nice eternity though ok. Tell Lucifer I said, "Hi." With that,she took his rum bottle and placed it on his lap. Head resting on his arm, propped up, he looked asleep. Walking away, sticking to the shadows, moving silent and stealth like, she was at the carriage in no time. Holding the knife in the pocket of her cloak, she looked up at Gregory. "Ready when you are." :: As he looked down she had done it again! Her hair was shimmering in the moonlight, her eyes a deep peridot, beneath thick black lashes, her lips the color of dark crimson, her flesh tan with a radiance he hadn't seen earlier. He sat there stunned.:: "Just stay there, save time." ::She let herself into the coach. She tapped on the sliding window:: "Ready, Gregory." ::He turned on the bench, and looked back at her through the small hole. "Where are we going Mistress?" "To my son's grave." "Oh...very well Mistress." ::Any other thoughts he had he would dismiss for now. Pulling away from the other carriages and coaches, Lash watched as Gregory sat proudly ontop. Hollering back he asked if she wanted the lanterns lit inside." "No thank you Gregory, but it looks wonderful on the front sides of the coach." "Aye, Mistress it does at that." ::She could tell he was smiling proudly, which made her giggle softly. Then slowly her smile fell....she was on her way to see Drake. She hadn't been there since his interment. Removing the knife from the cloak, she placed it in one of the many new compartments in the coach. Silently, she stared out the window as they sped on towards Drake's grave. Letting out a deep sigh...she closed her eyes fighting back tears. Her heart will never mend. Forever there will always be a gaping hole for the greatest love she'd ever known.~~