“House keeping is becoming lazy, we should employee another lady to help out. It’s rude to leave one woman to handle everything” she chuckles walking in to the dim lit room before her eyes glanced over. Funny, the raven seemed familiar as she went up studying his face with a peculiar look of interest before she looked at Jean, “Tell the front clerk to come get them down, her cleansing is a bunch of bullshit.
It’s disgusting and not done properly, the meat tastes horrendous we’ll do it properly with organics and fresh food, not whatever shit she gives them” she sneers before running her fingers through the soft silky locks, “Poor baby, you haven’t been getting anything good. All that disgusting meat and oysters, that’s not good for you– I’ll take care of you” a sense of longing came with those words as her eyes softened in a genuine look of worry as she moved to the next victim.
Instantly, a hatred burned through her and somehow, she felt like picking him apart with her beautiful red claws until there was begging for mercy but she knew nothing of the likes would come from this mouth. Her lips formed in a line, tight and pursed together as her eyes ceased their beautiful glow becoming hollow as she sneered, “You, you’re going to be a thorn in my side but this I already know” it comes with a laugh, the type that speaks as if she wants to tear every little sarcastic word straight from his tongue leaving nothing but ruins.
She knows who he is, how could she not? her heart had been burned so many times and the wretched torture she faced in a past life from him was not all forgotten nor forgiven. This only made her brows knit together as she held the beautiful fur shawl closer to her body, with full force the haziness of her lives became entwined forming a web of mayhem and heart ache as her lips soon broke in to a grin.
No longer was she a gangly boy with long limbs and radiated life, nor a nun with patches upon her skin, long gone was the days of a Lounge singer burned at the stakes for the blood that flowed through her– no, she was the Countess. A beautiful woman who came from the swamps, who was forged of nothing and weaved in to the perfection of glamour. No one would ever know she was once renowned for her work with the dead and what was nothing but the past left behind in the Bayou’s.
To those of Los Angeles, she was royalty from some land overseas and was the ideal image of perfection with golden eyes and the tenacity of a lioness behind her. This man though, was the bane of her existence for what seemed decades and she could not help but laugh that now he was in her home, a perfect place to call her own that she made with the last bit of her decaying abilities.
“It’s been so long, Erwin, what did you drag my poor deer in to? I should skin your ass for this where you stand”
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