Redemption [Open]

[†The Blood Countess†]

What overcame me I can't explain. Was it a sudden sense of morality? A want to change? My path has been littered with bodies of friend and foe alike--not once did I bat an eye or shed a tear for their deaths say for one: Vicious. The moment his eyes clouded and his hands slipped from the sheathe of what is now my blade, his goals became mine. I strived to be like him; but in the end, it only brought uncertainty with thanks to one realization:

I am not him; I am The Blood Countess and I answer to no one but myself.

Yet, even with this, I found myself suddenly feeling hollow and without meaning. Does the vampire have to become a master race? Do humans and werewolves need to grovel beneath our feet to further boost our ego? No. No this is not the way life should be.

The murderous ways of The Blood Countess are no more; it is time for a new life.

It's time for me to take the fork in the road and seek redemption...

It would be ironic to say that a vampire felt alive but at this point in time, Amoura did. The journey to seek forgiveness of her sins will be long, painful and strenuous; but in the end it may very well be worth it.

Those still loyal to the Countess remained at the manor, her home, and were busy slowly dis-banning the Blood Dynasty. Once torn to the basement, it will be rebuilt to serve different causes. For now, the purpose shall remain unknown.

For now, she was content sitting on a bench at the park far from the hustling and bustling of the city. At least out here, she could see the stars.

[wolfseden]

Bellatrix sighed deeply as she walked down one of the many paths that ran through Central Park. It had been a long day and the female were was exhausted; both mentally and physically. She brushed a tanned hand through her long, curly brown hair, a habit she picked up since she'd been turned about a hundred years earlier.

Her dark chocolate eyes glanced around her immediate surroundings. Nothing was amiss as far as she could tell. Her extra sensitve hearing and sense of smell only confirmed what her eyes told her. No one was out and about and, at this hour, she wasn't surprised. If she had any sense at all, the werewolf would be at home and tucked away in her bed. But, no, here she was taking a stroll through the park.

As she continued down the concrete covered pathway, the scent of vampire slowly reached her nostrils; getting stronger with every step. A few moments later, Trix saw the source of the scent. A woman was sitting alone on one of the numerous benches that Central Park held.

A smile formed on Trix's tanned face. 'At least, I have some company, now,' she thought, walking closer to the vampiress. The were fae stopped a few feet away, not wanting to push herself on the woman. "Evenin'," she called out, widening her smile. "Mind if I join you?" Trix motioned toward the seat beside the vampire as she spoke.

[†The Blood Countess†]

[Been moving into apartment. 'pologies.]

"Evenin'."

Elizabeth, slowly, turned her head to look at Bellatrix, her hands keeping a tight grip on the hilt of a dagger; she decided to keep the two-handed blade back at the manor. Her fresh weapon of choice was curved with a sinister-looking hook protruding just a few inches from the hilt. It was similar to one of those fishing knives, but when used against a foe, it will prove to be a fatal wound.

"Mind if I join you?"

Her fingers uncurled from the dagger, and she gestured towards the empty space next to her with a small, "Mm." That festering, rotting hatred for werewolves still lingered with the "old" Amoura, and it was taking a generous amount of control to not rip out her throat.

Why does it matter anyways? That was Vicious' hatred and not your own! Why must you still strive to be like him?

[wolfseden]

Trix watched the female vampire in front of her and widened her smile. The rivalry between werewolves and vampires was legendary; even ignorant humans knew of it, whether they believed in the supernatural races or not. However, it was a new era. The wolves and the vampires were attempting to mend the large rift that had formed. But it was a large rift. To be honest, Bellatrix believed that, if peace were possilbe, it would take centuries for them to be on good terms. Even that was unlikely.

Trix, though, was hopeful. She wanted there to be peace between them and wanted the incessant fighting to end. It would only be accomplished, however, if they were to put their best foot forward. Like what she was doing now. From what she could tell of the vampiress, she wasn't being aggressive nor violent. She took it as a good sign.

When the vampiress motioned to the empty seat beside her, Trix seated herself. "Thank you," she said," I'm Bellatrix. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
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ooc: I understand completely. As you can see, life has decided to keep me busy as well.