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[color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Viet-Et-Mort
[color=red][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] N/A but soon > [@AliveFalling] - Marceau, [@helo] - Noah 
[color=red][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] - Sorrell, [@AliveFalling] - Cyrus, [@helo] - Liam, [@Kkushmar] - Boris 
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[color=darkgray]Classical jazz music filled the small room as Desiree lounged on her leather couch. The recorder was sitting ten feet from her and playing an older album from the 1900s. A book was in her hand with a bottle of expensive wine filled with blood beside her. There was a small tray of cookies baked fresh by Luna that previous day as well. Desiree’s blonde hair was pulled into a small ponytail and she wore satin pajamas. A small smile painted her face. There wasn’t a care in the world. Luna’s experiment had failed and the mutt was in the Death Chute to be fed on. She had told the vampires if she managed to survive, to find her and kill her. The survival had been doubtful though. Another one had bitten the dust; nothing annoyed Desi more than failing another experiment. The tiny brat hadn’t been a pureblood werewolf, so perhaps she needed a pureblood or an alpha. She had sent vampires to scout Ember Grove to begin trying to find them. There were rumors of a werewolf pack who had settled down in Ember but she didn’t know where. It was no matter, she would find out and eventually eradicate the filthy beasts and take  their alpha. Whoever survived would be subjected to her heinous experiments. She chuckled slightly, remembering Luna’s screams and cries for help. Had  that brat actually thought she cared? How pathetic humans were. Such emotional beings only let it cloud their judgement. 

The serene silence was then pierced with a familiar and sorrowful howl. Desiree froze, the cookie pausing in her hand. She knew that howl; it was Luna’s. Sudden frustration rose inside of her. The brat.. The tiny brat had managed to turn into a werewolf? She tossed her book aside and ordered her maid to solve the puzzle of fixing her space. The woman nodded silently and trembled as she passed Desiree. As for Desi, she moved over to a nearby window and stared outside. She could vaguely see Luna’s profile from afar. How the hell had she made it to the woods? She turned to her maid who caused a ruckus by accidentally spilling her wine. Desiree glared at her as it stained her white fur rug and leather couch. The maid turned to her with wide eyes and began apologizing profusely but Desi wasn’t listening. No, in fact, that woman had sealed her fate. She walked over to the woman and smacked her upside the head and released her frustration upon her. The woman let out a yelp of pain but Desi didn’t stick around to find out where she had fallen.

She strode out of the room in a flash, ordering vampires around her to go find and track down Luna. Desiree felt adrenaline pulsing through her. Had the tiny brat managed to escape and if so, how? Her fists were clenched and trembling with anger and surprise. Nobody had ever escaped, except that stupid child. Where she had gone to, Desiree didn’t know. She had Noah still, so that’s all that mattered. He was hers and she intended to keep it that way. Speaking of, where was he? She took out her phone to text him to return to base asap. Desiree strode into the lounge where most of her vampires hung out at night. They all quit talking immediately and turned to her. The loud music halted as they awaited their queen’s voice.

[color=indianred]”Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that -”[/color] Desiree’s voice was cut off as another howl pierced the night, this one sounding more warlike. She froze, her red eyes bulging from their sockets. Another werewolf had answered Luna’s cry for help. She turned back to the vampires and looked at them. [color=indianred]”Luna escaped, and obviously a wolf or werewolves heard her cry for help. I need some of you to scout the area and stay back from whatever the scene is occurring. Report to me what you find. I need to know if we have alphas, betas, or omegas.”[/color] Several people hopped up quickly and left the lounge. The rest awaited her next move. [color=indianred]”The rest of you; stay on guard for any intruders. I want you all on the full alert. Jade, I want you to find Noah as quickly as possible. Go.”[/color] The vampire mistress waved her hand and the teenager sprinted out to begin finding Noah. She left the others and sauntered back to her tower to begin contemplating her next move.

Her reverie was interrupted, though this time not by some stupid human making a idiotic mistake. She turned to face Ezra, one of her faithful vampires. She glanced at him questioningly, arms folded with her back against the wall. [color=lightblue]”My lady, I have a report. Four werewolves and one in human form had come to help Luna. They killed Henry, Pauline, Travis, and also Ophelia. I’m sorry, m’lady, but they’re gone. I only had a few moments with Pauline before she passed away and said there were two alphas. They’re gone now, m’lady.”[/color] 

Desiree pinched the bridge of her nose and smiled kindly at Ezra. [color=indianred]”Thank you, Ezra. You’ve done great work today. You may go to the chamber and commence feeding on Cassandra, but don't drain her.”[/color] 

Ezra grinned and bowed politely. [color=lightblue]”Thank you, m’lady. You know I love my gingers.”[/color] Desiree turned away as he clambered out of the room to go feed on the witch they’d found not too long ago. She needed the bitch alive to take orders, but the bitch needed some persuasion. Ezra would be enough to break her; he’d broken many people previously - the last being a stubborn ginger child that Desiree couldn’t help but wonder if she still existed. She sighed and stared outside with fury rising. Luna would die the most painful death for escaping and would drag her werewolf companions down with her - that she promised herself. No one would ever escape Viet-Et-Mort alive ever again.[/color]