Nosferatu - Vamphyri - Vampire.
So many names, one breed. It fascinated her, the myths, the legends, the truths. It was one thing to study the creature she was as a mortal - and another to study that same creature as one of the creatures. Some of the mortal stories were laughable at best. Turning into bats? Dracula and his wives? Bleeding crosses, holy water, age old curses. Ha. It was all just an easy explanation for what being a vampire really was. A blood virus. It had to be, somewhere along the lines something mutated - evolved. then, passed through any kind of blood or DNA transfer, much like HIV or Menigitis, the gene, or virus, or cell, whatever it was, infected the next victim - or lucky recipient, depending upon how you looked at it. It was this conclusion that Laure Aurélie Richis had stumbled upon in her many years as a hermit among Nefas' dusty volumes of Vampiric lore and various other medical books and histories. True, she had never attended a university - but Laure probably knew more about the mortal body than any MD or PHD alive. It all fascinated her - the body, the mind, theory, truth, formula - it all helped her in her line of work.
Being a spy.
Laure delt with more than just Vampires, for, there were more than a few intelligent beings on this planet. Werewolves, humans, shapeshifters, hunters, witches - you name it. You had to know how to gain their trust, how to carry yourself as one of them - understand everything that makes them what they are. When given eternity to learn about something - why not seize the opportunity?
As she did almost every morning, Laure crept into her bed falling into that death like sleep only to awake a few hours later from night terrors. After this she would dress and head straight up to the Annex to study. When you are a Vampire there are twenty four usable hours in everyday, and it was wise to make use of each and every single one. But, today, there was no mission, no suicidal plan in which Laure could put her pretty little butt on the line for Nefas. Shame really. She liked the acting that accompanied her job. She became whoever and whatever she wanted - it was like being God. After a few hours or so, she grew tired of this never ending trail of books and searching for what she called 'The Secret of it All', and decided that perhaps, she would try and sleep again. Hopefully, this time, she would have better luck with it.
Shutting the journal in front of her with a slight thud, she rested an elbow on the table and sighed looking side-long at a skeleton of some poor soul that lost his life many, many years before - Judging by the frame and the strange bone and dental structure - a lycan. She had studied him for hours once, looking for answers, but only to conclude that it was a him from his pelvic bone and a lycan. Shame that there wasn't an ounce of flesh left on his frame - what she would give to have a slide of lycan blood to put under a microscope.
What she would do for a microscope, for that matter.
Getting up from her chair, she pushed it back into place and picked up the journals and her notes - mind as well take them with her, if wasn't like Nefas would mind - he seemed to approve ofher studies. Moving out of the room, she slowly made her way through the mansion until she came to the one place in the entire building that she could call her own and only her own. Placing the things in her arms on her bed, she snatched up her lighter and began to rummage for her cigarettes - they had to be around here somewhere. After many a curse and plenty of things being thrown about the room, Laure found her 'smokey treats', as she had affectionately dubbed them, and lit one up. Casting a few glances about the room, she decided against falling back asleep and exhaled. Well, mind as well walk. It was something that Laure had taken up many years ago, just roaming about aimlessly. Gave her time to think, she couldn't name all the times that she had gotten lost in this god forsaken place it happened so often. The only routes that she knew by heart was from the entrance to her room and then from there to the Annex and Nefas' room. Anything else she happened across was by chance. A was to happen today.
Taking another drag of her cigarette she merely smirked as she heard Thalia call out to her through the open doorway. "Hey Ginger, Want to go?"
Laure stopped as Thalia's offer was finished in the door way, but she did not look into the gym. She merely exhaled as if considering the offer and took yet another drag before putting it out in a potted plant next to the door. Her golden honey colored eyes, flitted to the girl, an uninterested look plastered to her face, "You know - there is more to this life than combat."