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The drive home was quiet. She’d played on her phone, checking stocks and numbers and the lengthy lists, but then she also might have bought a few things online. Shoes her biggest culprit. The vampiress had a rather extensive collection of shoes, finding that the right shoe would set the mood for the day. Although tonight, her feet were practically dying having been on them all day. Heels might’ve not been practical for work, but Mari hadn’t minded. She had sparred with her mother more than once. That said enough. It made her strong though, and for that, Mari never really complained, even when she should. Instead, she persevered– dusting herself off and getting right back up to continue on like nothing bothered her. It seemed harsh, but it also allowed for Mari to think with her head and not her heart, making decisions easy. It wasn’t the most graceful of being a Lady, but something told her that being a Lady wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be and at least no one would take advantage of her.
As the car began to slow, she’d peer up through the windows to her home, awaiting for the doors to open before she’d step out, taking the hand of her driver. “Thank you,” she spoke softly, the driver giving her but a small nod and moving to get the car out of the way and parked. Today was Sunday. She had half expected there to be a ton of food, with her Papá probably busy with work, and her Madre, ready to greet her, but it seemed when she had gone inside that silence would fill the air. Looking at one of the hired servants, brows stitched together in mild confusion, they’d nod their head towards the second floor, and in doing so brought the knowing. It was to be a ladies night.
Mari makes her way up the stairs, her heels easily heard with each step she took, one foot in front of the other. It wasn’t until she made it within her parent’s room, that she’d lift one foot at a time behind her to remove her heels then carelessly dropping them on the floor, her body finally giving out to how tired she’d been. Even if she was a vampire. She didn’t care, she was happy to be home. Mari would wrap her arms around her mother, giving her the same attention and tight hug. Though a small laugh would escape her. “I know, I know. Hola, Madre.” Stealing her mother’s beer with a cheeky little grin and a wink, she’d take a sip before plopping down beside her as instructed, but she’d turn her body so that she’d lie down instead. Finding that she would rest her head in her mother’s lap. “No, I didn’t. Must be at the factory tonight. I think we have a big sale on the way.” Mari would stretch, one leg fallen on the side, with the other hung over the arm of the couch. “He seems more busy these days. Is everything going smoothly with the King?” While she hadn’t cared about the politics of it all, or the King for that matter, she knew that someday she would have to take the mantle. The very thought daunting.
Eyes would peer over the array of food, but she would pause to eat, the mention of the club drawing her to slowly close her eyes. She didn’t even need to see her mother’s face to know what was on it, nuzzling just slightly to get more comfortable. “It was nothing. I handled it, but–” she’d pause, eyes finally glancing up towards her mother while she ate. “It’s becoming more frequent. We check at the door, but I’m beginning to think someone on staff is bringing it in.” Not that she wanted to point fingers. Not when Mari took care of her own, like her parents had instilled within her. They weren’t family, but she liked to think they were. Just unrelated. “I feel more sorry for the sod that is doing it. I can’t promise I won’t kill them.” She didn’t like people fucking with her things.
Finally she would sit up, taking a fork instead to jab at a piece of orange chicken to stuff into her mouth with a satisfying hum. “Thanks, Mamá~” She’d again give her cheeky little grin. Something so rare outside of her family. Despite how hard they pushed her, she loved them and her mother always made her feel powerful and empowered. “Can we have a dog?” She’d look over, knowing the answer would be a hard no, but she thought she would at least ask. Thinking back on her earlier jog and the dog she’d found at the park.
“I don’t think he’s more busy than usual?” Magda mentioned, setting aside one of the cartons of food and pulling a bottle of blood over to her. Wiping off the excess water with a napkin, she popped it open - taking a smell before a sip. “But then again, I haven’t been paying attention to sales recently. I left it with him, he likes it more than I do. And the King is...fine? I haven’t had a chance to speak with him in a while, too many council meetings to get a word in edge-wise. We’ll need to have a lunch soon.” Magda sat with her thoughts on that for a moment, filing it away in her brain.
“Now that I think of it though, your father did mention a returning customer...” She’d speak with him later on the subject, but Magda knew that weapons sales typically predicated upheaval somewhere in the world. Especially over the last couple of years.
She didn’t want to think on such things though, she wanted to spend time with her girl. Chuckling as Mari explained the situation at the nightclub in a little bit more detail, Magda remained wordless; simply nodding at times. When she spoke of killing however, Magda let out a heavier laugh. “If you’re going to kill anyone, make sure you do it in a way that sends the message. Someone just...disappearing doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as carving the words ‘Have Respect’ across someone’s ribcage.” Magda had been there, she’d done it, she’d seen it. One day - whether soon or far; Mari would have to do it, would have to see it. Reaching out, she hugged her daughter to her side - another laugh spilling out of her at the request.
“I’m more of a cat person myself, mi hija.”