Thread: The Havens

Stepping inside past Makaylah, Neferys lowered the hood of her dark cloak. The weather was tolerable at best. The heavens, if one believed in such things, seemed to be reaching out liquid finger tips. As if to sooth the wounds that destruction created upon the frail surface of the Goddess creation. The cloak, leaden with water, swirled around leather boots. Both articles of clothing adding to the pool of water around the fledglings feet. Short ebony tresses were plastered to a small rounded forehead. The immortal was a mere girl, at the age of fifteen. Crimson eyes, scanned the surrounding, searching for a familiar entity. A pert nose twitched as she reached out with her inexperienced senses. Nothing. Sighing between parted lips Neferys turned towards the Elder. At 54 she looked as if she were a child, however, there was a deepness in those uncanny eyes. In the depths of ruby curled nearly a decade of life unhindered by time. It seemed like only moments ago that Neferys had stood next to Laetitia as her only home burned. Shaking her head vigorously a spray of tainted water fell to the floor which was already sheltering a puddle under her feet. Already making a mess young one? Makaylah asked playfully as she strolled once more into her home. She had seen Neferys once or twice before and only knew her by face rather than soul. Dark eyes studied the small woman-girl, wondering how she came to be cursed so young. Most sorry Milady! came the light reply as Neferys giggled woefully, The rain is very heavy outside, miss. Perhaps blame it on the world? she suggested with a twinkle in those scarlet eyes. Shifting Neferys removed her cloak from her shoulders. She folded the long, wet material over her forearm. Without the heavy mantel it was easy to see her form. A dark linen shirt clung to her child-like body which was matched with brown fitted breeches of a young boy. A small smile planted itself on her moist lips as she pressed her boots together, creating a sudden screech of leather across marble. Makaylah smiled in turn at the young girl, Ah, but there are many other problems I wish to blame on the world, Mdear It was said sweetly, but a contrasting hint of bitterness edged into her voice. Moving forward she stopped only to peer over her shoulder at the self amused vampiress. Come Mdarling, you must be cold and hungry. She paused only a moment before she paced away. Obediently the youngster followed. A soft giggle echoed against the walls as she entered the tavern like room. Im always hungry, thirsty her voice drifted off for a moment. Peering around the new shelter she gave an absent smile. Neferys gaze lingered on the raging fire, warming the room from the hearth. Im always cold A little sorrow entered her voice. Turning towards Makaylah she gave a brave smile, You can call me Neffy if you wish everyone does. Makaylah moved towards the bar and turned as she retrieved a glass, pausing thoughtfully, Neferys Thats a strange name. Peering up with a questionable glance she continued, Where are you from, young one? The origin of the name escaped her an Elder Immortal. Neferys sauntered over to the bar, placing her sodden mantle upon the wooden surface. Settling herself prettily on a stool she grinned cheekily. She began to spin ever so slowly on the seat like a small child as she crossed her ankles before propping her elbows upon the bar. Well, she began, swinging her legs back and forth. My real name is Jane. I come from the territories around Salem. I cant remember precisely Neferys tilted her head, Ill take some lettuce if you have any.. Makaylah almost frowned at Neferys strange request, The lettuce is in the back of the kitchen-- Im sure you can manage. Fingering the rim of a delicate glass she contemplated, But, if I may so inquire Salem? The city was cursed with human fear fear of Lucifer. A fear that transpired into many unwarranted deaths. With a quick, unexpected leap Neferys left her seat to slowly skip towards the kitchen. As she reached the doorframe she paused, Yes, around Salem Turning with a small, haunting smile Neferys curled her finger around a straight ebony strand. I became that which I am due to the torture. The accusation of the Devils child had me bound to a stake in the middle of a summer night Her crimson eyes began to blaze with remembrance of that night. Left until morning I contemplated a fiery departure. At times through the night I would surrender to my fate, only to renew my hopes for escape moments later. In the morning I would surely burn for witch craft. But, it was not to be. My sire, if that is what you call one who turns you-- He came to me, in a starving rage and fed from me. I remember how my fear enveloped me She paused in her story to look towards the flames of the hearth, dancing like the most lusty of gypsies. After his fill was taken from me I was nearly dead. My world spun and my hands were pained by the weight they bore. Only the strength of my bounds held me in place. Swallowing the youngster mustered a smile as she ran a finger absently along her wrist. He gave me the choice Death or Unliving. The frown replaced her smile as her thin eyebrows creased in a concerned expression, I surely didnt want to die! But, I knew not the fine line that lay between death itself and the life of a vampire. I was left upon my stage of death. To greet either the light or the villagers. But, in the time it did not matter. Peering up crimson met black, As Im sure you remember, the death of ones soul, heart and spirit is the most terrible of tortures. To die, and still live Neferys turned suddenly, pushing the door of the kitchen ajar. Just a wee bit of lettuce