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Curiousity Kills Cats 2

Title: Curiousity Kills Cats 2
Characters: Marie d'Aquitaine, Virginia Matheson
Time: 22 Jan, Near dawn
Location: Marie's lair, the docks and streets of Crescent Isle
Writer: Dano


Marie d'Aquitaine was furious, but it didn't show. Instead her anger wrapped around her like a long, fridgid cloak as it always did. Her 'daughter' had gone missing again, something the little trollip had been doing frequently, and Marie knew deep inside that it was time for mistress and scion to split. The impending split hurt, and Marie always channelled her hurt into anger.

Marie channelled anything into anger.

She was waiting as her scion of over a century and a half slipped through the door, which clicked softly shut. "And where have we been tonight?" Marie asked with ice dripping off the words.

Virginia knew that tone, her mistress was more than a little miffed. She stood stock still as Marie approached and walked around her slowly. "Hunting," she explained.

"Ah," Marie said, sniffing Virginia's breath, "an alcoholic?"

Virginia stiffened. "A beverage shared with a potential donor."

The older vampress put on a mock pout, "And I had dinner all ready." She held out a severed male member, waving it under the younger woman's nose, "I even saved you a bit." An evil smile crossed her face, "I know how much you love these, would you like it?"

"No," Virginia whispered, then added more softly, "please."

"You know when you awaken where it might be," Marie taunted, feeding from her scions disgust and fear, "or *do* you?"

Virginia knew that Marie could stay awake longer into the day and waken sooner at dusk than she, leaving her dormant and at the mercy of the older vampress. A dozen different possibilities raced through Virginia's mind, all of them having been done to her at one time or another and none of them desirable.  "Please don't," she half whispered.

"Then you will have to sleep somewhere I can't find you, won't you?" Marie said softly. She held a key in the opposite hand as the gruesome trophy. "This is a storage bin with your things in it. Which will my kitten choose?"

There comes a time in every young vampire's life when they must split from their creator. Terror crossed Virginia's face as she realized that her mistress of a century and a half was throwing her out. She hesitated for a second before taking the key and running out the door. Marie laughed at her urgency as the door slammed. "Sleep well, my kitten," she said to the empty space where Virginia had been. Dropping the severed member, forgotten, onto an end table, she turned to her own bed chamber.

As fleeting as the rapidly dissappearing shadows, Virginia ran through the streets seeking both distance from Marie and shelter from the impending sunlight. Several places seemed possible, but finally she found a small burned out cottage. Praying that it had a decent basement, she entered. It took only moments to find a way down and a suitable corner behind a pile of rubbish and the dead central air conditioner.

Protected from the sunlight, and hopefully Marie, Virginia clutched the key tightly and curled into a fetal ball around it. With a couple of soft sobs, she slipped into the dreamless daytime dormancy of her kind- death.

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