Dinner Parties And House Guests
Awaking to the sound of crickets chirping and the slow light of
moonlight, the woman arose from her slumber. She had slept enough;
after all. The nightmares that plagued her were a constant occurrence
and today had been no exceptions as she could for a few moments only
think of flames and fire. Dark eyes glanced around as she didn’t move
at first, always being sure no one had gotten it before she moved. No
noise meant probably no intruders though she would know better when
she went upstairs.
She could have a bed room, she had plenty but felt better, safer
somehow sleeping in one of the tunnels that ran under her house.
Living outside of town had its advantages after all. The tunnels had
already been there as it turned out she had just lucked out on the
house being on top of them. She proceeded to get up and make her way
down the tunnel towards the stairs that would lead her into her house.
She past a few of her guests along the way. Checking them as she
went, not ready yet, that one not quite. One moved…damn….jumping on
it she finished it off and then made sure it wouldn’t move again, at
least not without her. Tasty as it was, she needed to be more careful
next time. Still going down the corridor and stopping at a particular
spot. Checking and double checking. This was ready to come upstairs.
She grabbed it and held it over her shoulder as she made her way up
the stairs and into her house.
More food was needed, Francine took to getting some. The dark red
liquid stored in bags in her fridge, they were more backups for when
she couldn’t or didn’t want to go and hunt. First though, her newly
arrived guest needed to be dropped off. There was a seat left at the
table. She checked on the others, fine one more.
The display of food was needed to be changed but first she would eat.
The fridge was practically full of food , actual food which she
couldn’t eat. What she wanted was in the other fridge, the one in the
back room which was kept locked. Making her way back there she easily
got some blood and put it into a cup and drank it , then another cup
this one for sipping.
With cup in hand her next trip was back to the dining room, taking a
bag with her she threw out the food that was out and replaced it with
a new set up. A wedding feast. No, she wasn’t delusional to think
that it was a real wedding feast but she did like creating scenes from
literature with her friends. Miss. Havisham was always one of her
favorite characters. It was set up now for few costume set ups as
well, well, really one.
The woman went upstairs and found a bridal vale she had kept. Shortly
after it was on her guest, though sitting the woman up was a little
tricky, Francine had learned certain tricks to make it happen. It
took Francine another hour but eventually the dining room was set up
just the way she wanted. Now to check on her other guests. The
living room, they were fine. The two guest rooms: one the arms had
fallen off of on one but it sort of added to the entire thing.
Francine shrugged not really worried about it. It was a work in
progress after all.
She went back downstairs and took a seat finishing her second glass of
blood. Thinking about the events of the recent past. The woman
wasn’t happy with being stuck with not just vamps that were knew to
the town but two that weren’t even vamps and one newbie. She just had
a feeling they were going to end her in a lot of trouble. It seemed
so long since she had been a newbie but she never recalled having such
an issue with getting rid of a problem before. The children were a
problem and the logical thing was to have gotten rid of them in the
first place and never get …what was that one’s name again….Zadie?
Well, never get Zadie’s grandmother involved. It would have been so
much easier but apparently she was stuck with some who chose feelings
over logic, even now that made Francine shake her head. Well, she
would forever remember what her Sire taught her…trust no
one…especially that bunch, apparently.
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