Thread: Continuing the Blood Line (PatientOne & Lagertha)

The last year had been ever so boring. Well, not entirely boring. She had the whole coven to herself, being second in charge for the last one hundred years. Rose had always been under her brother's wing, the current leader of the Coven, and it had been no surprise when he had left her in charge as e left for a year. Everything was in order like usual, but Rose had gotten her fair share of relaxing without him looking over her shoulder. All it took was Raven, she had always fancied her pure blood of a brother, but Raven had increasingly gotten more delicious looking over the past year. Probably because she didn't have the distraction of her brother looming over her face and had now replaced it with Raven's cunning charm. Still Raven seemed so oblivious to her flirting it was so boring. So Rose had taken to other things, besides just sitting inside all day lounging in the dark. She had tried to lay outside more, watching the sunset or sunrise from one of the more open architechular rooms of the coven home. This did little to burn her skin, to darken it at all. Rose had always had that issue, ever since she was small. She had watched her older brother, his skin turning slightly tanned from it's usual pale complexion in the sun. Rose had been so thrilled at the idea of her skin turning darker, looking more human like her older brother Alex that she had tried for about ten years trying to make her skin turn darker...It never worked. Her skin always remained it's snow white complexion and she could still hear her mother's faint giggles in her head. 'Oh darling..' Her mother had once laughed, so enlightened by Rose's attempts to look human, so amused with her ambition to turn her skin dark. '..You just aren't meant to get dark. Your skin is perfect the way it is. It fits you perfectly.' Still Rose hated hearing those words play in her head, but she knew now it was of little to no use laying out here in his lounging chair trying to tan. I'll never tan.. Rose had closed her eyes, bored after two hundred years of watching the sun rise and fall in the distance, of hoping her skin might change it's color to something more..living. She had grown accustomed to this, her skin, and how some of the lesser vampires in the coven admired her coloring. It looked quite well with her fiery hair, the same red as the sun's hue, as her father's head of hair. She could still picture the long bear her father had decided to grow, that he had worn for the first century of her life. Their mother had a different complexion, raven colored hair, green eyes, but their father had been the opposite red hair, blue eyes. It seemed Rose and Alex had gained the better traits of their parents. Rose, I believe your brother has returned. She could hear the little thing in the corner of the room calling to her, though Rose paid little attention to the small frail vampire girl watching her. Rose laid on her stomach, a thin blanket stretched below her form, her white shoulders showing to the sun, and nothing but black panties on. That was a joy since her brother had been gone, being able to run around the place however she pleased. She had been living for two hundred years, and covering up her body anymore felt ridiculous. Is he?...how wonderful. Rose sighed, her long hair draped on the ground beside the lounge. She didn't bother moving, even when she heard his footsteps a good mile away. She could smell him too, the scent of her brother and another female on his body lingering. No doubt the female of the Coven he left had gifted him with a kiss, but Rose herself seemed uninterested. She wondered how humans could go for only a few decades of not mating with another, and she had endured two centuries. Spitefire. She heard the name he had called her for as long as she could remember, as he opened the doors to the sun bathing room. Rose opened her eyes slowly, behind thick black lashes that framed her green eyes. Her eyes remained half open, looking at the door her brother now stood in. Yet here I still lay brother. Hoping one last time the sun might color my skin to make me look more alive. Rose commented, smiling softly at him with her rosy lips. Her brows were black as well, casting a haunting look against her pale skin with such red hair and contrast. I see you are still in one piece as always, should I thank the plane for that? Or should I thank the remarkable ability you have for perfection on every level? She knew Alex like the back of her hand, as they had grown up together, though he was still older than her by a century. It wasn't uncommon though, for pure bloods to mate with their siblings. Still Rose was waiting, and perhaps she should had found interest in another by how long she had waited. You must have done a remarkable job, for her scent lingers on you still. Her back was exposed, her arms in such a position to hide the side of her breasts from him, but Rose didn't move anymore then making facial expressions and talking. She much looked like a statue frozen in time, and she felt much like one.