For so many the terms good and evil had such strong dividing lines that they seldom were able to reconcile the nuances of varying shades of gray, much less all the colors that flowed between the lines. Jan?tte was not one of those people. She had been raised to see so much further than most, in more ways than one.
Standing a petite five foot-two inches when in bare feet and quite pale, almost to the point of often looking anemic, she appeared to be much more frail than she actually was. Of course few know of hers or her family?s background, for it was one crouched in secrecy and hidden by generations? worth of tradition. For those that did know her, knew that she and those like her had gone by many names throughout history. Her personal favorite was ghoul. After all it sounded so very ghoulish.
She was one, that like so many who had gone before her, guarded the sanctity of her lord?s and lady?s rest. She was also one that provided the sustaining life force they required. And as generations before her, she was afforded strengths and abilities that her human counterparts seldom enjoyed. However, with everything one finds pleasant, there is always a price, the other side of the coin if you will. This morning, she was feeling a little bit of that price, she and so many of her kind chose to pay for the strengths and protections they also received.
A little paler than usual, she was carefully applying her make-up to cover such evidence. It was while she was in the middle of this early morning routine that her lord stepped into her chambers. Of course, unlike so many of the fabrications that one might tell about vampires, she was quite able to see him approaching her by his reflection in her mirror and she smiled in greetings to him even as she turned about in the chair she where she was sitting in front of her dressing mirror.
?Can I get you something??
?Actually I have a favor to ask of you.?
?Oh?? Her curiosity piqued, she waited for him to reveal the favor he would require of her. When he was finished, she simply rose and made her way to the walk-in closet, pulling out a small trunk and drawing it over to the bed.
?I should be prepared to travel in about an hour. Will that be quick enough??
?Of course.?
He knew he had only to ask. Her loyalty to him had always been very strong. Perhaps it was the breeding. Perhaps her training. In any case, he had only to ask.
Standing a petite five foot-two inches when in bare feet and quite pale, almost to the point of often looking anemic, she appeared to be much more frail than she actually was. Of course few know of hers or her family?s background, for it was one crouched in secrecy and hidden by generations? worth of tradition. For those that did know her, knew that she and those like her had gone by many names throughout history. Her personal favorite was ghoul. After all it sounded so very ghoulish.
She was one, that like so many who had gone before her, guarded the sanctity of her lord?s and lady?s rest. She was also one that provided the sustaining life force they required. And as generations before her, she was afforded strengths and abilities that her human counterparts seldom enjoyed. However, with everything one finds pleasant, there is always a price, the other side of the coin if you will. This morning, she was feeling a little bit of that price, she and so many of her kind chose to pay for the strengths and protections they also received.
A little paler than usual, she was carefully applying her make-up to cover such evidence. It was while she was in the middle of this early morning routine that her lord stepped into her chambers. Of course, unlike so many of the fabrications that one might tell about vampires, she was quite able to see him approaching her by his reflection in her mirror and she smiled in greetings to him even as she turned about in the chair she where she was sitting in front of her dressing mirror.
?Can I get you something??
?Actually I have a favor to ask of you.?
?Oh?? Her curiosity piqued, she waited for him to reveal the favor he would require of her. When he was finished, she simply rose and made her way to the walk-in closet, pulling out a small trunk and drawing it over to the bed.
?I should be prepared to travel in about an hour. Will that be quick enough??
?Of course.?
He knew he had only to ask. Her loyalty to him had always been very strong. Perhaps it was the breeding. Perhaps her training. In any case, he had only to ask.