“Of course you can, Mister Petroulis.” Vasia reached for his hand once more and this time used her sweet breath to send the man into a charmed bliss before partaking in a quick taste of Giorgos gifted melodic and lustful blood. “I knew your blood…I tasted your music dear.” Vasia complimented and licked the holes closed and cleared away the residual blood. “Giorgos. We are friends now. Whenever I call, you will come py for me since we are … friends.”
“So pretty…” Giorgos shook his head, “You call and I will py for you, Doctor…you’re so pretty…” He dreamily kept his brown eyes locked on Vasia’s tempest sandy ones.
“Lovely. You finish pying here tonight, Giorgos, I have to leave now. Don’t forget our new friendship.” Vasia sealed the vampiric charm with another breath and stepped back. “Good Evening, Mister Petroulis.”
Saturated by the pianist’s original composition, Vasia took her time in her Eurasian eagle owl form and fluidly made her way over Mesyrna towards her museum. Devoid of the perplexing worldly foreknowledge streams and images, Vaisa let her mind wander through the eighth and sixteenth notes then envisioned herself floating on a breeze that carried the pitch and tone of what fluttered by. Mindless of the time, Vasia did a slow quiet pass over the rge four-story structure that she called her home.
-The Royal Nightfall Archaeology Center, welcome home. Tonight the name doesn’t matter, just the music.-
With a few more fps of her graceful owl wings, Vasia descended to the small veranda and waited until she was under the protection of the midnight blue canopy to smoothly change back into her conventional hourgss appearance. Breezing through the small set of French doors that were adorned with illusionary bck windows Vasia did a small twirl as she headed deeper into the rge room she shared with her five devoted Seraphin. “Elisavet, you will not…ahh..” Vasia sprinted to her trusted confidant and grabbed her small form and twirled once again. “...believe what I heard tonight.” She quickly released her assistant and took a couple of steps back. “It was magical. Made me believe that the dark was a blessing.” Vasia slipped her old leather bag on her cluttered desk and quickly found a sapphire hairpin and trapped the curly locks away from her face. “Wait.” She paused. “You have a…” She looked questioningly between Olympia and Elisavet. “What is going on with you both this evening?”
Avoiding the overuse of blood to make her point visible in her lightly tanned cheeks, Elisavet simply clenched her fists and batted her dark chocote eyes. A slow and conservative breath preceded her venomous speech. “Olympia, I said I needed Our Highness back here two hours ago.” Elisavet tapped her foot to expel some of her pent-up anger. “You told me you two would be gone for twenty minutes.” Proud of herself for not yelling, Elisavet tilted her head to the side questioningly forcing her bck cornrowed hair with pink tips to shift with her. “I know you are all brawn and no brains, but even you know the difference between twenty minutes and two damned hours.”
Frustrating Elisavet was one of the few things that Olympia took great pride in accomplishing as often as possible. When she’d noticed how Vasia was dressed for a simple hunt, the muscur Seraphin knew that it was going to be an extended session away from the museum. Artfully keeping her sister away from their Queen, Olympia hastily agreed to everything Elisavet demanded for her scheduled evening without any intention of doing anything Elisavet instructed. “You know, Liz…” Olympia raised one of her curved eyebrows, “...you get a little twitch just above here…” Olympia strolled up to Elisavet and lightly touched between her sister’s eyebrows. “...when you are angry.”
Content to let the two bicker for a few minutes, Vasia shed the gothic trappings she’d donned for the little excursion that nded them in the winery and stood in her undergarments thinking that Elisavet would have already had her change of clothes ready. A quick three-sixty revealed nothing immediate for her to put on. Waving her hand dismissively, Vasia walked her nearly bare form over to her crescent-shaped marble desk and turned the pages of the book she’d been working on and silently drew out the music notes that she’d seen in her head on the way home. With her little doodles of music notes on the page finished, Vasia pced her quill in a small vase and capped the inkwells that were carved into the desk for ease of use. Scanning the desk Vasia was always amazed that Elisavet made her desk look like organized chaos. Neatly stacked parchment, paper and even older vellum were stacked in piles and held down by paperweights so opening a door wouldn’t send the items floating through the air. Although in stacks, Elisavet always left the items in the order in which Vasia transcribed the sheets before adding them to the current book she was writing.
With a deep breath, Vasia closed the book she’d been scribbling in and clicked its lock firmly in pce. Turning the book to see its spine, Vaisa grinned and traced the fine calligraphy she’d used to name the volume. With her legs crossed, Vaisa spun her well-worn executive chair with one foot and faced her two bickering Seraphin. With the book safely in her p and still thinking about the song she’d heard, Vasia simply looked at the space that the six had designed and honed to perfection over centuries of being together.
During their long unlives the six had learned that regardless of the precautions they took to keep the inquisitive from entering their personal space, it still wasn’t enough. Adapting steadily with the modern era, they kept a mix of old and new in order to blend in their distinctive pasts. Always designed as an octagon with maroon painted walls, they picked artwork that was carefully chosen to show the basic life of the city they currently dwelled within. Starting with their one personalized painting of the six standing under a moonlit night, the other pieces of art included a multi-framed look of Mesyrna that dispyed the ancient part carved into the cliff face, old photos of the harbor and its fishing boats, olive tree farms and finally shadow boxes filled with starfish, coral and sand dolrs.
Adding to the room’s ambiance, soft electrical lighting of white and gold provided the room with the effect of torchlight and bathed the room and gave it a constant warm autumn feel. While they all had their own personal space, Vasia’s part easily took more than half of the floorpn. A double-king size wrought iron bed to fit six was centered behind Vasia’s desk with her closet on one side and her matching iron bookshelves on the other.
