SHE'S MY GRAVEYARD BABY, SHE'S MY . . .

Just days ago she was informed of Phobus, his despicable actions. He had preformed an act of treason against her crown, and honestly she probably should have set the example and killed him right then and there. Yet the Vampire Queen knew he had longed for the release of death, his words were not sane. Why give him just what he wanted? For her own blood lust? She had taken lives before, but it had been quite some time since she had done so - Since before she came here. Before she and her family became whole again.

She mulled over the idea of sinking her fangs into him, killing him for herself. Yet she didn't want to yet. Let him lose his sight in the dark, and wander the cavern alone for a while. By then he'd be so disoriented and mad that it would be a petty kill for the bastard. Poor Wisteria, she had only hoped the lass was okay now and felt safe. Helius was a good man, he would protect her. Should Phobus escape, he'd find himself face to face with herself and the rest of Hawthorne.

Her rest wasn't well, and she felt she needed to uphold her promise to Nibris and the rest of the pack - To give them all what they had wanted. To be like her. A Vampire. She had a promise to them to uphold. Her shadowy body rose from her den, nudging at her love to wake him. "Nibris, my love . . . It's time." She said softly, before turning to waltz out of the den. Her massive form could be seen under the moon that hung in the sky that night as the aurora borealis danced around. Her claws dug into the rock as she climbed into the pillar she and Nibris sat upon during meetings. Her blood red eyes shut tightly as her call rang out through the lands. "It's time . . ."

Lucaya;