The Secret Life.
Posted: 14 Jul 2012, 06:39
It was a calm evening that she had chosen to try and get her thoughts together. There had been much upheaval as of late and the woman did not focus well without downtime. It was a strain at times to deal with the many personalities that vied for attention in the main crownet discussion boards.
A cup of tea mixed with blood, since that was the only way to get things down without the disgusting backlash, sat steaming quietly on the table, next to the comfortable chair she was quietly sitting in.
The group. That was first on her mind. Carefully turning over the actions within the last few weeks, she understood that her own actions were not the best. However, that did not excuse the lack of standards within the group. But it seemed very few looked ahead as she did. For now there were quite a bit of masquerade violaters lurking about, but what would happen after the citizens finally found sneakier ways of hiding.
Fingers tapped against the cup. A decision was now before her. Continue to deal with the pettiness that was beneath her, or walk away until things calmed and reevaluate her position then. It was unfortunate so many she had trusted had already left, and that she admitted to herself was part of the problem. There were still trusted killers in that group, but the members had dwindled to two. The rest had not yet earned her trust. A sigh of discomfort came out as she remembered that last group conference. One male eating a dead cat, the rest fawning over each other. It had disturbed her on a few levels. Add in one certain members personal attacks and it seemed the decision was laid out before.
The question as always seemed to be social in nature. Could she tolerate the low standards and petty issues? Perhaps. But the power vacuum seemed to be growing within the barely tolerable bonds established. Evaluation was clearly needed. Using her phone, she texted a note to Velvet and then set the phone down.
With that business done, she sipped the bloodtea as black eyes unfocused on the wall. Her other plans were in motion, all that was left was to send the note to Signore Broussard and hopefully in a short time she should have fixed that problem.
Her eyes wandered over the wall of this private office she held. Setting the tea aside, one long stride took her to a safe, inside was held a few personal effects. One of which was a locket from her sweet sixteen party, inside were the images of her mother and her actual father.
Sitting back down, her fingers traced the diamond rose as she flipped the old clasp open and gazed upon the images. Her mother's was familiar as she had lived with her and a stepfather for many years. But her father, was one she rarely got used to. The secret in her life, one might say. For if his family had found out about her they might have reacted harshly. Only her mother, her uncle vincent and her father had known the truth despite what the media had portrayed for years.
"Pappa." The word was said wordlessly as his strong italian image came to find. Black hair, strong eyes and a charisma that had drawn many a fly into his web. Despite his faults, she had always adored him. Castigated for protecting his family and trying to make a living. Imprisoned for his many crimes. He was always the man who had never forgotten a birthday, who had always made sure she was protected and in the end had made sure she knew he had loved her just as he had loved his other children. A grim smile touched her lips, it had always amused her how much his widow would have screeched if she had known that one of the few friends she had had outside of her family had ended up sleeping with her husband. She held no pity for the bitter woman who had ruled the family after he had ended up in prison.
But then to be John Gotti Sr.'s widow carried a public sentence on it, just as being his ******** daughter was a cardinal sin. However she had never blamed him or her mother for her birth. The time period had been hectic, and she had never wanted for love from any of them. As much as she was a law abiding human and then vampire, she had always known how to manipulate the system for her own benefits. A lesson taught at a young age by a man who had been one of the few lieutenants not caught by the feds.
Wrapping the locket back up, she put it back within the safe and locked it up tightly. Still feeling restless, she strolled to the balcony on this floor, arms leaning forward on the railing as she gazed at the night sky. Despite the hard decision she had made, she understood that it might backfire on her down the road. However, at this moment her tolerance was not wide enough to keep accepting the disappointments forthcoming.
A cup of tea mixed with blood, since that was the only way to get things down without the disgusting backlash, sat steaming quietly on the table, next to the comfortable chair she was quietly sitting in.
The group. That was first on her mind. Carefully turning over the actions within the last few weeks, she understood that her own actions were not the best. However, that did not excuse the lack of standards within the group. But it seemed very few looked ahead as she did. For now there were quite a bit of masquerade violaters lurking about, but what would happen after the citizens finally found sneakier ways of hiding.
Fingers tapped against the cup. A decision was now before her. Continue to deal with the pettiness that was beneath her, or walk away until things calmed and reevaluate her position then. It was unfortunate so many she had trusted had already left, and that she admitted to herself was part of the problem. There were still trusted killers in that group, but the members had dwindled to two. The rest had not yet earned her trust. A sigh of discomfort came out as she remembered that last group conference. One male eating a dead cat, the rest fawning over each other. It had disturbed her on a few levels. Add in one certain members personal attacks and it seemed the decision was laid out before.
The question as always seemed to be social in nature. Could she tolerate the low standards and petty issues? Perhaps. But the power vacuum seemed to be growing within the barely tolerable bonds established. Evaluation was clearly needed. Using her phone, she texted a note to Velvet and then set the phone down.
With that business done, she sipped the bloodtea as black eyes unfocused on the wall. Her other plans were in motion, all that was left was to send the note to Signore Broussard and hopefully in a short time she should have fixed that problem.
Her eyes wandered over the wall of this private office she held. Setting the tea aside, one long stride took her to a safe, inside was held a few personal effects. One of which was a locket from her sweet sixteen party, inside were the images of her mother and her actual father.
Sitting back down, her fingers traced the diamond rose as she flipped the old clasp open and gazed upon the images. Her mother's was familiar as she had lived with her and a stepfather for many years. But her father, was one she rarely got used to. The secret in her life, one might say. For if his family had found out about her they might have reacted harshly. Only her mother, her uncle vincent and her father had known the truth despite what the media had portrayed for years.
"Pappa." The word was said wordlessly as his strong italian image came to find. Black hair, strong eyes and a charisma that had drawn many a fly into his web. Despite his faults, she had always adored him. Castigated for protecting his family and trying to make a living. Imprisoned for his many crimes. He was always the man who had never forgotten a birthday, who had always made sure she was protected and in the end had made sure she knew he had loved her just as he had loved his other children. A grim smile touched her lips, it had always amused her how much his widow would have screeched if she had known that one of the few friends she had had outside of her family had ended up sleeping with her husband. She held no pity for the bitter woman who had ruled the family after he had ended up in prison.
But then to be John Gotti Sr.'s widow carried a public sentence on it, just as being his ******** daughter was a cardinal sin. However she had never blamed him or her mother for her birth. The time period had been hectic, and she had never wanted for love from any of them. As much as she was a law abiding human and then vampire, she had always known how to manipulate the system for her own benefits. A lesson taught at a young age by a man who had been one of the few lieutenants not caught by the feds.
Wrapping the locket back up, she put it back within the safe and locked it up tightly. Still feeling restless, she strolled to the balcony on this floor, arms leaning forward on the railing as she gazed at the night sky. Despite the hard decision she had made, she understood that it might backfire on her down the road. However, at this moment her tolerance was not wide enough to keep accepting the disappointments forthcoming.