Isaura was returning from her mission. She didn’t mind the Master of the house so much. Being that he was one of the Ancients, he sat on ruling council of vampires and thus spent much of his time away from the house. However even when he was around, he wasn’t terrible bad to be around, except during feeding time. Feeding time was always difficult on her, however not unbearable. His wife was the one that made things hard. It was because of the Mistress of the house that many of the servants were growing increasingly more restless. Not that Isaura could particularly blame them. Isaura herself took care to stay clear of the wicked women as much as she could. While being blind had it’s difficulties, like most inanimate objects coming appearing to her as though it were a sketch where only the outline could be seen but not the details or even the color, but she was blessed with the ability to both see and feel auras which came in handy, especially considering she back at the house, where she planned on avoiding the Mistress at all costs.
She shivered as she drew closer to the house. The aura of the house was overpowering and nearly crippled her as it came into her view. She tried to move closer to the house, but whatever devastation that was occurring within those castle walls would have to go on without her. Staying in the shadows unsure of what to do, she contemplated her options. With an annoyed sigh, she figured, maybe she would come back later when things were quiet, but for now, she supposed, she’d explore.