Marissa Lopez

[i] Dungeon, Dungeon, Dungeon! [/i] One side of Marissa’s mind pleaded, cluttering her thoughts with fragments of running or being anywhere, but at the feet of Lord Giles. However, the other side, and very differing, craved for challenge, trouble, and much of the sorts that wasn’t great for a servant who wanted to live. She merely smiled as he carried on the fairy tale, appeased with his sense of humor that actually wasn’t there (Not picking up the signs that he was politely warning her). Marissa knew she would crumble into pieces looking into the vampire’s eyes with one glance, so the crafty girl made a habit out of glancing at numerous spots on his face: The bridge of his nose, his forehead, temples, even the corner of his eyes.

“This name’s Marissa,” She announced in the sweetest tone she could muster as he left her with a waft of smoke. [i] Oh god. My lung are dying. [/i] She kept a steady rhythm of breath, save a huff or two, thanks to the fact that she wasn’t really breathing. The girl narrowed her eyes, shifting forwards, and puckered her lips gently to blow a gentle stream of air out of them, pushing smoke into the vampire’s eyes.

 “Marissa J’Francis Lopez.” A heavy Spanish accent accented her name before she returned to her proper English accent.

“I believe the R.B.U.C’s works are wonderful with the regulation of all species of beings that is why I feel the need to work” She inserts the last couple of words hesitantly, she begun to sway with tension yet insisted with a confident tone. She didn’t necessarily lie but didn’t tell the whole truth of how she’d grown weary of her family’s mansion and arranged marriages. None of that had ever flown over well for the girl

.”…. Unless all vampires become imprisoned.”

 [i] Send Alexandre first! [/i] 

“Then it is a matter of fact ,useless, if there is no one in the governing body. But I fear, you have wolves among the sheep, or ones who are secretly plotting a downfall.” Marissa departed from her place, quickly refilling the advisor’s cup to the brim with tea with a small, dark chuckle directed at him, swiftly returning to her spot.

” Unfortunately they do not only get two tries, but an infinite times until you, M’lad-…Lord Giles, put an end to them. Take it from me that you should trust no one but yourself. Or me. I'm pretty dependable when i feel a clear motive to be.”