Post by ROSEMARY MARCHELINE MOREAUX on Sept 10, 2010 14:44:05 GMT -5
It required a considerable event, a shocking event, to truly concern Rosemary; really, for most elder vampires, there was little to nothing they hadn't seen to cause them anything more than a moment's pause. This new development, however...well, it was something else entirely. Rose had spent the better part of her morning in the conference room of the mansion speaking with various witnesses of her coven to the result of the crime, gaining a mountain of information with thus far no real answer. The situation was maddening -how could something like this have slipped under the radar of her kind for so long, and with such an obvious method of slaughter? What was hiding out there that they weren't aware of? Her first response to news of a vicious attack had been to think of werewolves -disgusting creatures, much worse than Lycanthropes and deadlier, too. But what beast would be so neat in their execution, so precise in what was left behind? And without a sign of the victim having been merely prey but instead an object for play...she had killed when she wasn't hungry, of course, particularly in her youth, but not like this.
Her annoyance, of course, was only increased when Lionel appeared later in the morning and launched into one of his endless tirades. 'Where were we?', he wanted to know -why hadn't Rosemary sent people to track it, or at least tried, and how was it that no one had seen the perpetrator as he fled the scene? He was like a gnat buzzing in her ears, and eventually he lingered long enough that she'd shut the door behind them and with impressive calm told him to shut the fuck up and think about what he was ranting. There was absolutely no reason for her vampires to be in the forest, as it was not according to the treaty their territory -the murder had taken place in broad daylight, too, and no vampire could have witnessed it as a result. The Lycans, from what she'd gathered, were too interested in the possibility that a vampire had done it to bother to share any information of interest, and so what they knew was not available. In her former years, Rosemary would have forgone the explanation and simply launched a fist at him from questioning her, but that was no longer an option.
And as unfortunate as that lacking was, Julian had trusted her to keep herself in line before she could keep everything else there with her. After chasing Lionel out after an hour or so of bickering, she'd sat and thought even more, staring out the cracked blinds at the slivered moon. As the leader, she needed an answer, and it was eating her alive not to have one. Rose wondered if Julian himself would know what this new threat was, or if he would be disappointed in her, missing something that should have been obvious. Part of her wanted him to come back and relieve her of this constant responsibility, but if he did, she would lose a part of herself in him again, and that was unacceptable. Respect and loyalty was one thing -everything else was forbidden. The pen in her hand flickered back and forth as she flipped it between her fingers, her forehead wrinkled in thought, the muffled screams of her dead Cassius echoing somewhere in the back of her mind as if to remind her what sacrifices she'd made.
Julian could come back when he pleased. This was his coven first. But she didn't need him. It was hers, now, and she could find a solution. She always had. From behind her the door cracked and she held her breath for a moment, expecting Lionel to be back with something else to piss her off, but she instead saw the reflection of Roxanne in the window and turned in her swivel chair, her face having forgotten the stress of moments earlier. Now, with a hard and otherwise baseless expression, she spoke aloud. "Tell me, Rox, that you have something to tell me that I haven't already heard today. And I need Aidan in here when we're finished. He needs to do something for me."
Her annoyance, of course, was only increased when Lionel appeared later in the morning and launched into one of his endless tirades. 'Where were we?', he wanted to know -why hadn't Rosemary sent people to track it, or at least tried, and how was it that no one had seen the perpetrator as he fled the scene? He was like a gnat buzzing in her ears, and eventually he lingered long enough that she'd shut the door behind them and with impressive calm told him to shut the fuck up and think about what he was ranting. There was absolutely no reason for her vampires to be in the forest, as it was not according to the treaty their territory -the murder had taken place in broad daylight, too, and no vampire could have witnessed it as a result. The Lycans, from what she'd gathered, were too interested in the possibility that a vampire had done it to bother to share any information of interest, and so what they knew was not available. In her former years, Rosemary would have forgone the explanation and simply launched a fist at him from questioning her, but that was no longer an option.
And as unfortunate as that lacking was, Julian had trusted her to keep herself in line before she could keep everything else there with her. After chasing Lionel out after an hour or so of bickering, she'd sat and thought even more, staring out the cracked blinds at the slivered moon. As the leader, she needed an answer, and it was eating her alive not to have one. Rose wondered if Julian himself would know what this new threat was, or if he would be disappointed in her, missing something that should have been obvious. Part of her wanted him to come back and relieve her of this constant responsibility, but if he did, she would lose a part of herself in him again, and that was unacceptable. Respect and loyalty was one thing -everything else was forbidden. The pen in her hand flickered back and forth as she flipped it between her fingers, her forehead wrinkled in thought, the muffled screams of her dead Cassius echoing somewhere in the back of her mind as if to remind her what sacrifices she'd made.
Julian could come back when he pleased. This was his coven first. But she didn't need him. It was hers, now, and she could find a solution. She always had. From behind her the door cracked and she held her breath for a moment, expecting Lionel to be back with something else to piss her off, but she instead saw the reflection of Roxanne in the window and turned in her swivel chair, her face having forgotten the stress of moments earlier. Now, with a hard and otherwise baseless expression, she spoke aloud. "Tell me, Rox, that you have something to tell me that I haven't already heard today. And I need Aidan in here when we're finished. He needs to do something for me."
