Natasha strolled through the small Limestone Mansion yard. From behind she could sense the intensity of hate from Crixus. He was denied by his brother to get rid of her all together. They were discussing things and she couldn't hear it but knew it was about New Orleans. Gracefully she entered into the house, with each step being like a dark mysterious apparition. Sweetly over the most erogenous part of her body the tongue connected over the left over blood from Crius own arm. How stimulating. It created waves of pleasure rather than pain from drinking it. Natasha's eyes almost rolled completely backwards at how arousing it was that bound her to the new master in her life.
Entering the bedroom she saw the lifeless, very deceased, body of Sarah. Pity she wasn't spared that type of execution an at least drained of that precious blood? Natasha though detached from human remorse only did the logical an arrogant thing. Her voice bellowed for Jeffery to come an clean up his daughters body. When he arrived she could see the look in his eyes, they wanted to say words. Anything to validate how much of a loss had hit him. Natasha stood there ghastly garbed in the dirt an her own blood that still make-up in hair, skin.
"The masters were displeased with her presences. Do not give them reason to help you join her." She threaten him. For her wraith was nothing compared with Crixus. As given command from Crius the prolific beauty of antiquity showered, then dressed, and eventually packed things necessary for the plane. Much of their other things would be shipped later. No doubt an arrangement that could be told to the ghouls left behind, an phone calls that would dictate when they expect their things, an what address.
Last instructions were made an the trio took to the limo. Natasha sat more closer to Crius finding her bond more closer to him, since it came from his vein. Even though they're strengths were connected the feeding seem to give Crius more persuasion over his new pet. As if he was the most powerful of drugs? Flight was calm one, with reading material that she brought along. Certainly beverages and condiments were denied only that the rest of the passengers on board made it difficult to sit still. Part of her had this building frenzy within her chthonian gullet. Natasha knew she'd denied herself proper feeding. Trying to do what was right by not slaying the innocent. Unfortunately this was a bad karma for now she might have slaughtered the whole lot of passengers. Not a fool, not young in the ways to control one's appetite. The vampiress utilized her years of former training to divert that frenzy. Almost in a half-vampiric slumber to detach from her surroundings an not smell the human blood pulsating through their veins, or the thumbing so many hearts beckoning to cease living by the sheer demonic torture to feed a vampire's blood lust.
Thankfully before anyone could be destroyed the flight was over. Both twins, an their pet were escorted to their new resident. The legendary Lalaurie House, filled with horrendous amount of legends. A murderous place filled with speculations of ghost. Ghost an unearthly sounds that many people do not wish to inspect out of fear it may stay with them forever. This was a good haven for the trio, to embed themselves in it's luxury walls, unafraid to let their victims scream, and to chuck it off as just a ghost wailing to be noticed. What a clever little twist indeed? Dawn was approaching as soon as they arrived at the mansion. There was of course furniture there that would provide bedding comforts. Natasha kissed Crius knuckles in reverences an departed his side while walking off to locate her room. She wanted one upstairs so that she could look out from the window an hunt when she awoken.
