Till Death Do Us Kill

Chapter 5 - Eleanora

Cradling her arm against her side, she grit her teeth as she popped the arm back into its socket, gasping at the impact before rolling her now tender shoulder. Kieran had long since left, the house quiet without his usual ramblings. She got up slowly, going into the now lonely bedroom to get dressed, deciding on a simple black dress for the day. She was in mourning now, mourning for the loss of a centuries old marriage, but she would mourn her way. It was killing her to lose him, she had grown accustomed to his presence, but now…now she was free. Free to kill without the worry of the repercussions, free to kill without the constant nagging and calling from him wondering when she was coming home…and she was free to bed anyone she chose. With a newfound dampened joy, she put on a pair of heels, deciding tonight she would go for one of the more upscale places to find a victim. As she looked in the mirror, she softly spoke a minor spell, fixing her hair and makeup to give a flawless look before heading to the door to begin her hunt.

The restaurant she chose was elegant, men and women lounged around in pressed suits and tailored dresses, the hushed murmurs of the crowd giving the room a quiet ambience. She sat languidly at her table, the feel of the men's stares boring into her, the women, some filled with envy, others a hidden desire, were not lost on her either. She was aware she was beautiful, Sirens were born of her beauty, witches of her power, and vampires from her strength, but it was all lost on her. The only thing she had used her looks for these days was to find the next unwilling victim for the night. As her eyes searched the room, she landed on a young woman, barely twenty-three, hiding in the midst of the crowds, her eyes landing in her direction before quickly being averted. She chuckled softly, remembering how fun the shy ones were. Slowly, as if stalking prey, she beckoned the young woman over, already feeling the arousal that came with the game.

The young girl moved timidly, finally coming to stand against the booth before taking a seat. She could feel the envious stares of the men and women as they realized that it would not be them who were chosen to play tonight, their glares and s****l frustration lost on her as she watched the woman. Her voice came out low, almost melodic as she looked at the young woman before speaking. “I’m Eleanora, and you must be, wait, don’t tell me…Verona, am I right?” the young woman looked up at her, shocked. A grin filled Eleanoras features at guessing correctly, although it was hardly a guess. The winds had a way of whispering the answers to the things she wanted to know as she needed to know them, they told of Verona quickly, the fact being one of the reasons that Verona was chosen. Verona squirmed in her seat a bit before nodding, the movement highlighting her voluptuous chest, now being pressed together by the movement. Eleanora sat back, her eyes drawn to the assets before her, she looked up slowly, her gaze drawn back to Verona, or, more specifically, her eyes. Her eyes were identical to Kierans, a thought that made her hesitate before shaking the thought away.

As they began speaking, she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that she knew this woman, she wasn’t sure how or from where, but there was a sense of familiarity about her, one that tugged at the confines of her mind. She looked back to Verona, the womans eyes filled with concern, it was then she realized that she had been asked a question, one she hadn’t heard.Verona spoke again “Are you alright? I can leave you if I'm bothering you…I'm sure there are much prettier women here than I am.” Eleanora shook her head quickly, standing and beckoning for Verona to follow behind her, not stopping to see if she would before turning and walking out of the restaurant. As she stopped beside her car, Verona paused beside her, looking at her questioningly. She opened the door, finally turning to Verona before speaking. “Verona would you like to come with me somewhere? I know it’s a bit sudden, but I have somewhere I would like to show you…I’d like to get to know you a bit, if you’ll allow me to?” Sensing the hesitation in the air, she gave her a moment to think and decide if that was in fact what she wanted before getting in the vehicle. A few minutes passed before Verona came around, getting in the car and sitting beside her, her expression thoughtful as she looked out the window. The drive went on in silence, the trip no more than thirty minutes as they pulled up in front of her house, the ignition turning off as she pulled the keys, stepping quickly out of the vehicle.

She heard the door open and shut quickly, Verona stepping out to come behind her, the words she spoke almost unintelligible. “What are we doing here…? I mean not that I mind, you’re gorgeous and I'd like to get to know you a bit as well, but why your place? What’s so special about it?” Verona was hesitant as she spoke, almost as if worried she’d get hurt for speaking out of turn. Eleanora couldn’t help but chuckle at the question, deciding not to answer it before going inside, leaving the door open. As Verona walked in, she was drawn once more to her figure. The dress hugged every curve in just the right spot, her hairing falling down in long blond waves down her back…but something was off, something tugged at her memories that eluded her to no end. She couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity when it came to Verona.

She walked into the kitchen, trying to shake off the thoughts that had been consuming her since they met, deciding instead to make them each a drink, something strong, she needed Verona at least close to wasted before she killed her… Pouring them both large shots of tequila, she brought the bottle with her, sitting it on the table as she relaxed against the couch beside her lovely houseguest. She took a brief pause before speaking. “So…Verona, what brings you out here? And don’t tell me you’re from here because I can almost guarantee you’re not, you have an old soul, one that seems as if its seen many things, the people here aren’t like that anymore. The wars made sure of that. Those that had seen anything are no longer of this world.” Her guest stayed silent, not speaking, yet staring intently at her, her drink swirling around in her glass a moment before a whispered sentence made her blood run cold.

“How is it that you can’t even recognize me… Mother.”