Ma petit rose, I'm coming for you...
Closed starter @elsabluewalker
Where: Emerald City Strip club
When: 12am
It had been around a year since Kitty had last seen Elsa, the woman who had driven half insane with jealousy and love before trying to take her own life, thus forcing Kitty, the immortal, to live in a world without her. There had been days throughout the last year where Kitty’s sense of betrayal abated and she almost let go of the grudge she held. After about six months of not contact, Kitty had finally sent Elsa a daylight ring – a $30,000 18k white gold engagement ring of course – and following this had sent gifts sporadically. She had sent her some of the finest couture, priceless and beautiful and perfectly tailored to Elsa’s size. The next day however, as if to prove she was still upset she then would have sent a bouquet of a dozen roses with their heads cut off, or a beautiful hand crafted artisanal sponge cake filled with dog treats.
When Kitty had heard word that her progeny was now living in the same town her own sire and family lived, the blonde had been… tickled. Kitty still felt a connection to the new born vampire she had made and abandoned, she still felt a sense of pride and possessiveness when she thought of her. In Kitty’s mind, especially now that Elsa was immortal too, labels such as girlfriends, exes, enemies, any partners both women might be enjoying time with, and the time they had spent apart certainly meant nothing. These two were connected, tied to each other, forever.
She had just needed a little time to forgive her darling Elsa for selfishly trying to vacate Kitty’s world. It had been a year now, and Kitty felt it was time to return home and find her beautiful progeny.
Discovering that Elsa was working at Emerald City Strip Club was not exactly a surprise, she had met Elsa when she was a dancer, hell their first date had basically been Kitty just paying thousands and thousands of dollars just to have Else sit with her and drip Kristal champagne. It had been a good date. It was also part of the reason Kitty was storming her way through the entrance. Kitty didn’t want Elsa having a good time with other people, the way they had a good time together.
Dressed in a rose pink, high wasted pant suit, and white brogues, with her blonde hair slicked back into French braids, Kitty made her way to the centre of the room. Her hazel eyes were wide as they often were, given her a sort of angelic, innocent look, though Elsa would have known she was anything but. The five-hundred-year-old vampire could not see her in the main room, and so wondered if she would find her in backstage, or worse… in a private room working.
Despite the number of confused eyes on her as she stood in the centre of the club, Kitty closed her eyes for the briefest of moments while her keen sense of hearing located Elsa’s familiar, husky tones.