Adriana gave Emilio a smile as she headed back into the house after having gone for a bite to eat. She thanked him for opening the door, and proceeded to make her way to the room that had been designated as hers. Once inside, she headed to the dresser, and reached for a hair tie that was there. She smoothed her hair back, and pulled it into a simple pony tail, then proceeded to change out of what she had been wearing (she had yet to master a clean feeding due to her family’s curse, or to obtain ownership to a blood bank), and into something more comfortable than the distinguished, classic looks she had been trained to wear. The ensuing casual gave her a more youthful air – one more suitable to her apparent age than her actual age.
She sat on the bed, and opened the nightstand drawer to retrieve a fresh journal. She had other volumes which she always kept with her, as, much like the character Sebastian in Cruel Intentions, she kept thorough journals, and had for many years. It had occurred to her that these could be potentially severely damaging to some members of her family, but she didn’t have the heart or the skill to use them against those family members. She moved over to the small desk that sat against one wall in the room, and plucked a pen from one if its drawers, poised it over the blank paper, then paused for a moment, wondering.
After that moment, she began.
I hesitate to begin this new journal. While I like to document what happens in my life, I do not wish to record the kinds of potentially damaging information that I have been doing – I don’t want to burn bridges newly built. Brandon has been very kind to me, though I remain cautious. My mother painted a viscous picture of him, and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop – perhaps because it so often did with her.
Perhaps I should just hand my previous volumes over to him – I’m sure he would love the opportunity to ruin my mother, though I don’t know if I can do even that much. I may not be fully blood bound to her any longer…but that does not erase what is left of that bond, not to mention the bond of family. Perhaps Mother is right – perhaps I am to meek and mild to be a proper vampire, let alone a proper Giovanni.
No matter – away from her influence, perhaps I can properly grow, and come into my own. That is my hope, and it seems likely that people here may be willing to teach me.
She closed the book, and got up from the desk, to place it back in the nightstand. She mulled over for a few minutes, trying to decide upon what to do, when she decided she would just head to the media room and see what was available to watch. She pulled some socks on and left her room, heading to the media room – and took every opportunity to slide on the hardwood floors, as though she were making up for times punished for doing so.
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Tony looked down at his hand, flipping them from palm up to facing the way they were supposed to. There was no particular reason for it – he was just lost in thought and was using it as a way to focus his mental energies. He had been having a difficult time adjusting to the fact that his roommate was a therianthrope – not to mention that the vampires that had been haunting his dreams since his parents started dragging him to ‘church’ were, in fact, real. And now one of them wanted to make him a servant.
How was he supposed to handle that? He didn’t know Charles well enough to know if he was genuine or fake, and he didn’t know who to talk to about the situation. A memory was tugging at the back of his mind, behind the crowded questions at the forefront. Finally, however, pieces of it began to break through, and he remembered the night Charles had confessed all of this to him. Not only had he been home, but there was Billy, and the girls that had helped them move in and decorate.
He just wasn’t sure how to get a hold of any of them. He paused, remembering that Billy was, he thought, essentially dating one of them. He decided to go hunt Billy up, and ask if he could get a hold of her, and see if any of the three girls would be willing to meet with and talk to him about Charles’ offer.