pandoratheancient:

Pandora moved through the empty
house, high on the blood of her victims she wandered the rooms and observed
everything. The hunt and the drink hadn’t taken away any of the sting of her
melancholy, it may have actually made it worse. It felt as if a shadow had been
growing inside of her, born with her in her mortality. Now after two millennia
it threatened to burst out of her as a new kind of devil, or to eat her
entirely and take over as the quiet roman ancient of the new coven of the
articulate. Would it have the same quarrels with Marius? Would it run away from
the others of her kind too? Or would it delight in having the company? Would it
be a better companion to Arjun or a better lover?

She smashed the glass angel in her
hand against a desk. She ground her palm into the shards until her strength
made the glass penetrate, the wood collapsed underneath her hand. She licked at
the blood and glass before her skin pushed it away. A sorrowful rage beat
through her and she kicked the broken desk, moving in a flurry to destroy
anything else she could.

The chaos eased her sadness for a
moment. She moved to a new room, a library with a fireplace. She tossed broken
wood into the pit and lit it with her mind. Finally she took a seat in one of
the high-backed reading chairs. She had only rested a moment when she felt
another mind approach, calling out to her. It was Santino. He heard the fit she
through and he felt her sadness. He wanted to help.

Go Away.

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