Do vampires dream when they are in their dream state? Or were they constantly haunted by moments in their ageless lives that they regret? When the sun peeks over the horizon they are dead to the living world...But is it the same in dreams? And if they are dead then why did the memories of Selest haunt Esh so much. Her mistress had been dead..Truly dead for a few decades. But sometimes she honestly swore that she felt her creators call. It was something that called walking nightmares to Esheths mind. She had built up her own empire here she was a small queen of her own court. The vampires that surrounded the small burette treated her as such. Of course with the backing of the sherriff she would one day become the Queen of New York. Or so went her plan. Though the only person she ever shared it with was her beloved pomme.
"You're lost again...Come back to me Ssn"
She felt his fingers brush over her bare back sending shivers down her spine. Bottomless black hues would look at him in the mirror. Almost inspecting him. Had her heart still existed it may have skipped a beat. He was truly beautiful. She would never call what they have love..Though maybe if she was from any other bloodline, she may have felt differently. A sigh would pass her lips. Before her hand would brush over his. It may not be love...But he was her weakness. She would kill for him and in the end..He would be her death.
" Im not entirely lost. "
Turning she would take his hand into hers brushing her lips over them..That death mask of her true self flashing. And while most would flinch at the vision of rotting flesh he merely caressed her cheek. In the six decades since he left the Dark Court, he never once regretted or feared Esh. He was once the Unseelie hell hound, had been for over a century. She was his flawless doll. A smile would move over his lips. She was his Ssn, his lily.
"Come Ssn. There is much to be done."
Yes there was. She planned on seeking her sheriff's guest today..Sure her duty to the woman the moment she delivered Ms Blood into Viktor's seconds hands. Yet she found her self indeed curious about the woman. Who seemed so old. Well compared to herself. Yet she seemed almost as powerless as a fledgling. How did that happen...How could she learn to do such.So many questions..Surely the same questions her dear sheriff sought as well. Standing she would smooth out any wrinkles in her silk dress. One last check to make sure she looked perfect. Who would of thought a creature of nightmares was vain and had a sever case of OCD. Esh did know one thing...If she looked harmless...Then she would be considered as such. Curling her arm around her Pomme she would leave her suite and search for Ms Blood.
"She holds a secret that may some day save us both"
