[Sodium_noir] Killing Time at Harlequins

[Liz Oleksyn]

Alessandra Gaspare, Ash 
Old Clan Tzimisce, Toreador 
Club Harlequin 

>The remark caused her friends face to crease in
worry, and his hand reached out for hers. 
 
>"Tell me a little about this Sire? He sounds quite
... relentless." 
 
The Tzimisce bowed her head, picking at the threads on
her dress.

“Vasile Florescu.”  Her voice was barely a whisper.
“He has never been a monster to me, never harmed me. 
I must make that clear.  But...I am his...I belong to
him.  And yes, he wants me returned and there will be
nothing and no one who can convince him otherwise.”
  
“He is...possessive in the most extreme sense.  “When
my affair with Christopher Bennett was discovered...” 
Alessandra looked into the Toreador’s eyes. “Oh, and
that, my dearest, that is a tale best left for another
night.”

“After Christopher left Romania, my sire feared I
would leave him and imprisoned me at his estate.  I
had quarters of my own and free access to his vast
libraries, but nothing more.  For a century, that was
all I knew. I was an ‘object d’art’ - something to be
owned, treasured, but never displayed.”

“I escaped, through the help of.... ‘allies’...and
came here.”  Alessa managed a wan smile.  “My sire was
beside himself with grief and anger. I knew he would
search for me. Stefan must be one of his ghouls, sent
to bring me back.”

The Tzimisce’s smile disappeared and a look of genuine
fear crept into her eyes. “But he will never give up,
my dearest. And he will think nothing of destroying
anyone who stands in his way.”

(tag)



		
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