@King TaiTwas a wonderful evening indeed for the two of them.
No matter how bright either the moon or the morning sun had shone when it surfaced from the horizon, it's piercing light would not be able to penetrate through the darkness of her bedchamber, hidden within the facility in only who knows where.
Cursed to be a creature of the night, Rebecca had no choice but to grow accustomed to being draped in the company of thick shadows all her life, so of course she had no concept of what particular hour it was at all. For all she knew, it could be the middle of the day, which was such a taxing time to awake.
Snuggled next to her was her beautiful lover Camille, her cerulean hair tousled and falling into her charming good looks. Even in the darkness of her bedchamber, Rebecca could see her radiant skin glowing with the purest of lights.
Never would she forget the night she spent alone with this teenager, kissing her lips so tenderly and caressing her little body with such loving arms, feeling the warmth of her heart as their bare skin touched. The excitement and the pleasure were all too much for the mature woman that she couldn’t count how many times she blacked out from the overwhelming ecstasy in her veins. Camille was quite pleased by the experience too, judging from the soft and pleasant smile etched onto her face as she slept, covered immodestly in the sheets of a highly disheveled bed. Still in Rebecca’s ears, she could hear the echoes of her beloved’s soft, pleasurable moans and laments rising into ecstatic screams of joy,
“Mistress….Rebecca….I-I love you!”Love...twas something she hadn't felt in a while, and every inch of it was given to her by this sweet, adorable little girl, such love and devotion. Camille was but one of the driving forces behind Rebecca's vendetta against the damned, to be rid of them and find her solace in a world where she and her darling thrall could live in peace...forever.
It was funny however. In that sense she felt a bit more compared to Stone, not much funny but indeed a tad...unsettling. Stone, such a bastard, but such a bizarre, mysterious man, with even more mysterious motives. She kept thinking back to her words and those of Camille about him, how possibly he had some major part to play in this recent uproar. The three families were keen to cleave each other to the bone, blaming one another for blood unjustly shed, and yet none knew who the real killer was. It was as if...the slayings themselves were orchestrated to begin this vile fray of vengeance. The the very thought was gnawing at her flesh with apprehension running rampant, racking her body with a severe, mental pain as she was wrapped up in her mind, soon to be pulled from it by a gentle caring whisper,
“Rebecca…?”~“I am here, my love.”~ She called faintly to the young girl.
~“I….”~ Upon further notice however, Rebecca saw her paramour slumbered still, her emerald eyes shut and her soft lips parting occasionally with a careless whisper. Rebecca gave the girl a wry smile and lied there beside her, watching her little chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She couldn’t help but observe how the thin sheets formed to Camille’s petite curves so perfectly, accentuating every feature of her delicate body, a body Rebecca so longed to embrace in her arms again and steal the kiss that precariously hung from those whispering lips. It was best of intentions to let Camille sleep though. Their moment together was all too enjoyable for the teen, but her youthful vitality had been drained by the experience. She needed her rest, and Rebecca thought so too. With one last kiss planted to the girl’s forehead, she wrapped her arms around the tiny sleeping body and nuzzled her affectionately, yet...she didn't return to sleep.
She needed answers, and there was only one place she was certain to find them.... the UHC's main terminal.
It was off limits to her and to Camille, given they weren't actually
syndicated agents of the corps. Just cementing their status as mere attack dogs for Stone and his lackeys, how insulting. But even so, it wasn't going to keep Rebecca from sneaking into the room where it lied so she could find the intel she was looking for.
One last kiss on the cheek to her beloved and she was crawling out of bed and tiptoeing through the blackness over to her dresser to fetch her robe. Once Decent, or at least somewhat decent, she then slipped out the door and into the cold of the corridor, feeling a bitter chill crawl up her legs as her bare feet touched metal floors.
youtube.com/watch?v=WQk1U--VOM4She crept down the hallway in a steady, cautious gait, hugging the wall as tight as she could and sidling along it in the dim blue aura. Twas soon to be morning, which meant her and Camille's lockdown would begin, per request of who else but that cunt Stone. To be caught by one of the patrols would mean certain punishment, and given the nature of the bald man towards the red haired charmer....it would indeed be a brutal punishment. Lucky for Rebecca, there were a few perks to being a Nosferatu. For one, she could sense the heartbeat of those nearby, even hear it as though the distant patter of drums...until it got close, then it was the sound of horse hooves charging through a dusty plain. This skill she has used to her advantage many times when it came to sneaking up on unfortunate few...back in her younger days when she did prey upon mortals...for survival's sake. Thankfully the miracles of modern medicine offered her a better and more humane way to satiate her thirst and that of her love Camille. Frozen blood in an IV bag may not be the freshest, but it still satisfied a vampire's pallet.
As she neared the corner, she snapped to the wall quickly, hearing both the footsteps and the heartbeat of a guard moving closer to her position. She waited, anxiously, as the man passed, the glare of his flashlight nearly catching the woman before she disappeared in the darkness. Once he was a good distance away from her, Rebecca continued on, suppressing the urge to give an audible sigh of relief. A few more corridors she passed through unnoticed and a few more guards she eluded until she was standing at the door. That's when the disappointment had set in.
Dammit all! She hissed on the inside, glaring at the door with black and blue eyes smoldering in discontent.
Where the bloody hell am I going to get an access card? The only thing halting her personal mission, a useless...or useful...piece of plastic that was in the possession of one of Stone's trusted agents no less.
But fate be fickle as she heard a man's voice behind her, accompanying the click of a gun being drawn on her as well,
"Alright bitch, hands behind your head and turn around." Hehehe...and there's my ticket in.Rebecca complied with the agent's demand, intertwining her fingers behind her head and slowly turning on her heels to face him and the USP Compact he had trained on her.
~"Sorry sweetie. Am I violating my parole?"~ A contemptible smirk as she purred, eyeing the agent rather lewd. Her charms probably didn't work on that idiot Vlad, but a mortal...they were easy pickings. Just ask the few mortal women she wooed into her bed many a night, before she met Camille of course. The agent barked, keeping his gun well aimed towards her head,
"This is a restricted area, vampire. You don't have any business being here. Now go back to your room before I alert Director Stone." But with that she did not comply. Her smirk ever deepening, the lustful glare of her eyes intensifying, she began to slowly saunter over to the agent, now fidgeting somewhat as he could barely keep his weapon aimed on her.
"H-hey! What are you doing? I said go back to your room!" But she wouldn't listen. The closer she got to him, the more he panicked, freezing in place almost, his eyes widening in paralyzing shock. Her silk robe began to unravel a bit, as if on its own, flowing open to reveal a generous portion of her voluptuous, partially nude figure.
Suddenly she grabbed him, shoving him against the wall with a predatory growl, more like a cat in heat than a hungry lioness, the force having jarred his gun from his hand.
~"Silly boy..."~ Her whispering voice hot in his ear, burning with such insatiable hunger...but not for his body unfortunately. Her lips slipped and slid across his calloused flesh, caressing his neck in such pleasure that eased his frazzled nerves. The man, he was melting into her hands, falling to her every sensual desire. But if he thought Rebecca was going to bed him, sadly he was wrong....dead wrong.
The trance of euphoria upon him had broken, but it was too late. The woman's beautiful features contorted into that of a vicious creature in a split second and her fangs, two sharp, gleaming daggers of agony, impaled the meat of his neck, forcing a terrible gasp from his lungs. No screams, nothing, only incomprehensible, silent whimpers as Rebecca drained him of every last drop of life....and released him into crumbling mess on the floor wiping her mouth off on her sleeve. She wasn't satisfied by the taste, men's blood to her more like tasting pure salt water than the sweet, succulent wine of a woman.
The realization had hit her shortly. Dammit, now she had a corpse to dispose of, and no alibi to back her innocence of a senseless murder of a decorated agent. No choice, she had to hide him in the terminal room somewhere.
~"I'll take that."~ She fetched his card from his jacket and swiped it through the reader, a beep and a click indicating shortly the door was unlocked. Thanks to another vampiric perk being enhanced strength, she was able to pull the dead man into the room and hide him carefully behind one of the large, glowing processing units, though not without a struggle. And to make matters worse, she had his blood all on her.
Wonderful...that's another shower I'll have to take. But it would have to wait. She was here. Now to get down to business.
She stepped over to the main computer after making sure the dead agent was well obscured, her fingers gracing the keyboard with her thumb pressing the space bar. It sprung to life minutes after booting up, a harsh green glare piercing the woman's eyes and causing her to squint for a moment grimacing. Once her eyes were well adjusted, she typed.
C:cmd_prompt///user: UHC_DATABASE>
>>>execute_search!
keyword=( )
>BANE
>BLACKWOOD
>CAPERShe then hit enter and waited.
>>>searching....
>>>>search complete: (3) file(s) found
>UHC CRIMINAL DATA.DOCX
>REPORT ON NYC DIVISION.DOCX
>OPERATION MORNING GLORY.DOCXThe first two files, none of her concern, but the third...
Morning Glory? An operation by the UHC? Such a bizarre codename, only made it all the more intriguing to Rebecca. This had to be the information she was searching for, the one crucial piece missing from this convoluted puzzle.
>>>run:OPERATION MORNING GLORY.DOCX
****WARNING: RESTRICTED ACCESS OF FILE: OPERATION MORNING GLORY.DOCX****
***DELTA LEVEL ADMIN CLEARANCE NEEDED****
User:
Password:Ugh! Knew it! Stone wouldn't be such a fool to let anyone put eyes on this info, especially if it's damning to him. And there was no way she would be able to figure out the username and password before security discovered her. Too late it seemed however, as outside the room she heard another man's voice echoing down the hall with the clop of his shoes against the steel floor,
"Lebowitz? Lebowitz, where are you? For God's sake Lebowitz, don't tell me you left your post again to take a piss! I have a good mind to report you to Stone!" He was about to be outside the door, and she knew it.
I'll have to return to this later when I find out that password, if Stone doesn't change it before then. Frantic, her eyes darted about the dimly lit room, searching for a place to hide. The other agent, soon he would be upon her, soon he would discover a no good vampire breaking into their utmost secrecy, perfect grounds to put an end to her miserable life...or just make it Hell.
Faintly, Rebecca's ears caught sound of him grumbling as he ruffled through his coat, supposedly for his key card. He managed to fish it out and swipe it through....but with unsavory results.
"What the fuck? Dammit! There's someone in there! We'll have to override the lock from the security station on level B!" Level B, about six floors up. It would have given Rebecca enough time to escape, but wait...if they couldn't get in...that meant only one thing.
Oh no! Trapped!She would have no choice...but to hide.
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