Rose brushed her curtain of dark curls out of her charcoal eyes, the moonlight paling her vampire skin, the contrast extreme against her tight black outfit. Her slim body glided lightly across the entrance to an estate… the estate of the new master vampire.
Rose had often been denied kisses of different places; after all it was not her choice, she was just being blown by the wind awaiting an entrance into a kiss.
Her shoulders tightened has she arrived in front of the place, stretching out long on both sides she walked up to the magnificent place.
“ You are a vampire, you are a strong vampire, you are taught well, don’t scare yourself” a voice told her over and over again yet still her hand lingered over a hidden pouch in her outfit, the cool handle of a dagger hummed in her hand. She found them comforting, she smiled and hand an urge to touch the blade but quickly remembered the holy water and slipped her hand out.
She closed of her mind, exactly how her tutor had told her, closing it softly leaving only a path to seek out the other persons thoughts open.
Ringing the bell she waited…

It opened, a manservant stood in the doorway, he was middle aged, a slight musky smell to his clothes, but neither the less, he was inviting his warm chocolate brown eyes watched Rose.
She cleared her throat « Je suis Rose Muertos Sangre » her french accent rolling on the R’s
« to see the Mistress of the Cety, Darla Strigio » She was after her memories from a spanish family and lived in France, her english always will be tainted with her accent.
The man nooded turned and walked away, leaving the door open, yet Rose did not move, as always nothing she did went unthought, it was her power over others and on herself.

Just as she saw the servant disaperin into the distance, Rose decided to follow, quikening her pace to finily reach him. she followed him around the house. her eyes opened wide at the beauty she was seeing finily we arried infront of a large wooden oak door.
The servant pushed it open, and lead me into a slightly lit office, he waited in silence and so did i...

Yet another vampire had made its way to her city, and her manor. Darla had sensed the energy of the newcomer when it had risen, Darla herself already having been awake for several hours before darkness had fallen. Biding her time until the vampire arrived at her manor as she knew it would eventually, Darla dressed at a leisurely pace then settled in her private garden with a book.

An hour or so later and the energy drew closer, moving up the grounds of the manor until moments later she heard the doorbell and the soft voices of one of her manservants and the apparantly female newcomer. Placing the book down on the stone bench Darla rose and made her way into her office that was attached to the garden, closing and locking the double doors to it behind her so that the woman before her could not peer into it and see that which very few were allowed to enter.

Nodding to the manservant standing watchfully behind the seat that the vampire occupied, Darla dismissed him then turned back to view the newest vampire to enter her city. The newcomer would speak first this time.

Rose held her breath as the figure approched, she elt her power senced her thoughts delectly, she was shielding.
well of course she is your a stranger make your self look plesent aleast
Rose stuck on a smile, but her eyes remaned cold, as she bent her slender body into a bow.
" Good evening mistress of Miami, your reputation is highly respected, i am Rose Muertos Sangre, a vampire from far "

Rose remained low, and waited or an answer from the mistress.

Nodding to the bowing vampire, Darla memorised her face and name in a heartbeat, and also the fact that no wrist or throat had been offered in deference. This would need correcting and soon if this vampire was to survive her first night in Miami.

"Well met Rose, you may continue your greeting."

Darla may of wanted Rose to submit as was expected, but she was not going to tell her what to do. If the vampire was to survive she had to learn, and quickly.

Rose bowed low, offering not her wrist but her throat, well seeing as i don't know vampire manners i'll use my lycan ones
"I offer the Mistress of the City, my throat, I have come from far, and would like to settle in your fair city." she stayed low, her throat arched to one side.

It seemed to Darla that Rose had been raised in a barn...or by lycans. Her way of greeting her was accurate enough for vampire standards in the way that she presented her throat, but the needless words and the way in which she behaved was more indiative of a lycan than what Rose was. Interesting.

Moving up closer to Rose, Darla touched her lips to Rose's offered throat firmly, taking the moment to scent Rose as well as possible, smelling the lycans on the skin of the other vampire inspite of washing. This served to compliment her thoughts, though it did not make much sense to her.

"Before I can grant you such, I would have you tell me of your past, as is required of all newcomers."

Rose Bowed her eyes low, as the glistened slightly with the horrors of her past, clearing her throat slightly she began to reveal her past.

“ My past, Mistress, I do not have a clear picture, I come from France, but I was originally born in Spain, I remember only pictures of torture of what I believe are my parents, siblings I am not sure I have any, I am old for a vampire, yet I am no more experienced than those of only a few hundred years.
As of my being a vampire I have been an outcast of where I come from, not many vampires group together were inviting, it is why mistress of Miami, that I have come here, come to your fair city in search for a home.”

She looked down again at the floor, she didn’t like opening up to people, she found it uncomfortable, like a beaten child she wanted to hide her secrets. But still she took another breath and carried on.

“ I have passed my years, in a pack of lycan wolves, I feel close to wolfs more than I have ever with vampires, they took me in, I lived with them for about 100 years the life spring of nearly 3 leaders.
But the last leader was killed by a vampire and so I was cast out again, I then met a witch, again I stayed with her, she showed my ways of opening my mind and closing it against people, it was only 30 years that I started to understand my powers, working with her, with lycan’s I never tested my powers, I never needed power play as such.
And this is mostly all my past, I haven’t a strong mind of what else to add, I have been lately experiencing dreams, dreams of a dark woman, she is the queen of nightmares, she’s told me, she says she owns me and wants to show me my power. But still my past isn’t added up enough to give a full detailed script, I do not recall ever being human. So my life is lost…”

She stopped her voice trailing off, she stepped back lightly, lycan’s never crowed those more powerful. She held her head low, she felt drained.

Listening silently to Rose, memorising her story as she spoke it, Darla could not smell a lie coming from the younger vampire though one eyebrow did raise microscopicaly at the mention of her being old for a vampire. She could not be more than 700 to 800 years old, Darla herself had easily two centuries over Rose.

Watching her step back when she finished, Darla nodded and stared quietly at the newcomer, thinking through what had been said.

"Living with lycanthropes for so long would explain the way in which you behave, though from now on every time you have such a nightmare you are to report to me and tell me all. Do you understand?"

Rose took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, she didn’t like opening herself so much to a stranger, she respected and was even pleased with the master of the city’s reply. She nodded gracefully.
“ Merci mistress, I will report to you each experience, is there anything else you would like to know mistress, I have nothing to hide” she wanted to make it clear that she wouldn’t lie or hide anything, Rose was a loyal person when reporting to one higher than herself.

"No, that shall be all for now Rose. You may stay within my city, though do not forget this as you forgot your past. I rule this city, even if you do not live within my walls you are within the walls of my city and you represent my actions in all you do. A foolish vampire of a Kiss infers a foolish master, and that I cannot allow."

Nodding her head once, Darla took her seat behind her desk and looked down to a letter she had received from the steward she had left taking care of her castle in Romania. This was a dismissal if ever Rose needed a clue, so Darla did not bother to bid her goodbye.

Rose nodded " Thank you Mistess, i will not forget, my future actions will not disobey your kiss " with that rose bowed and said her goodbye closing the door firmly behind her as a manservant led her the way back to the main door.