Video: And So, It Ends...
May. 9th, 2012 05:37 am[Aleera is in her room. Those who have seen it before shall remember this as something straight out of a gothic horror fantasy. A replication of whatever chamber of the Dracula family's ice which was allocated for her personal use. Hardly any light, save for that from the fireplace. A luxurious four-poster bed, complete with silky curtains and luxurious crimson sheets upon it.
And, of course, high up, the four walls lined with trophies of demonic-looking skulls. Never any telling where they had come from, but their empty sockets always seemed to look down and follow whoever might have entered the place.
The red-haired vampiress, herself? Still speaking with that same thick, Eastern European accent as ever. Still dressed in her pink and white silks. Looking every bit the enigmatic nocturnal predator she always did. But this is the Aleera of now... The one who's changed for the better.]
Strange dreams I have had. One, I came to meet... Someone who wished me well. My first teacher in this place. Giselle. This...
[A fond nostalgic smile.]
It was a good thing.
[She looks around herself. Not for any particular reason. Just because it might be for the last time. There's some smiling, every now and then, through what follows.]
I remember when... We did not have these contraptions, these devices. When everything was written by pen and ink. When portraits did not move. When there were few of us here... The pirate lady, Sam, the one who would be called 'Master' and strode through time... The Marquis with his tales of bobbins! Few of us left now. Even the boy, Prefect... Yes, you! You were as I! A student... One whose time came to... Grow. To move beyond what once was.
[There's a long pause.]
My sister in damnation and blood... Verona. She went through the same, but did not return. Chose not to teach others, as I have tried. And I have received... A message was sent my way. I am needed for a matter best left unspoken. Something I must attend to with her. I can help there... I can provide what is needed.
And so, my time comes, now, to leave. Perhaps to return? I cannot say... Maybe, maybe not. But look upon me if you require proof. Proof there can be change in even the most darkest of creatures. Perhaps not all of the Admiral's doing, for I will admit, much of it came of my frustration of this place! Not happiness with my lot! But, yes... It changed me. I am led by other things now. Different.
Goodbye, my friends... Treat one another well, no? And if you hear whispers in the shadow... Perhaps it is I in your dreams.
And Vladislaus...
[She begins to say something, but... Words do not seem at all apt enough. It's the one person here with whom she shares the most history - something must be said.]
I have little time left, but no matter what has passed between us... I hold kind thoughts of you. Do not think, as some of our kind do, that I resent my mortal years ending. I have much appreciation for my... Our... Gift. I shall use it wisely. I regret only that I cannot remain to see you... Ascend. But know I leave only to aid Verona in a time of need.
[OOC: Aleera can reply for a short while longer, but then she is gone! If Dracula's writer wants, Aleera has used her talent for painting to make a tasteful family portrait of herself, Verona and Marishka with him in the fortress. A fond token of their days of glory! If desired, it can be resting by his door.]
And, of course, high up, the four walls lined with trophies of demonic-looking skulls. Never any telling where they had come from, but their empty sockets always seemed to look down and follow whoever might have entered the place.
The red-haired vampiress, herself? Still speaking with that same thick, Eastern European accent as ever. Still dressed in her pink and white silks. Looking every bit the enigmatic nocturnal predator she always did. But this is the Aleera of now... The one who's changed for the better.]
Strange dreams I have had. One, I came to meet... Someone who wished me well. My first teacher in this place. Giselle. This...
[A fond nostalgic smile.]
It was a good thing.
[She looks around herself. Not for any particular reason. Just because it might be for the last time. There's some smiling, every now and then, through what follows.]
I remember when... We did not have these contraptions, these devices. When everything was written by pen and ink. When portraits did not move. When there were few of us here... The pirate lady, Sam, the one who would be called 'Master' and strode through time... The Marquis with his tales of bobbins! Few of us left now. Even the boy, Prefect... Yes, you! You were as I! A student... One whose time came to... Grow. To move beyond what once was.
[There's a long pause.]
My sister in damnation and blood... Verona. She went through the same, but did not return. Chose not to teach others, as I have tried. And I have received... A message was sent my way. I am needed for a matter best left unspoken. Something I must attend to with her. I can help there... I can provide what is needed.
And so, my time comes, now, to leave. Perhaps to return? I cannot say... Maybe, maybe not. But look upon me if you require proof. Proof there can be change in even the most darkest of creatures. Perhaps not all of the Admiral's doing, for I will admit, much of it came of my frustration of this place! Not happiness with my lot! But, yes... It changed me. I am led by other things now. Different.
Goodbye, my friends... Treat one another well, no? And if you hear whispers in the shadow... Perhaps it is I in your dreams.
And Vladislaus...
[She begins to say something, but... Words do not seem at all apt enough. It's the one person here with whom she shares the most history - something must be said.]
I have little time left, but no matter what has passed between us... I hold kind thoughts of you. Do not think, as some of our kind do, that I resent my mortal years ending. I have much appreciation for my... Our... Gift. I shall use it wisely. I regret only that I cannot remain to see you... Ascend. But know I leave only to aid Verona in a time of need.
[OOC: Aleera can reply for a short while longer, but then she is gone! If Dracula's writer wants, Aleera has used her talent for painting to make a tasteful family portrait of herself, Verona and Marishka with him in the fortress. A fond token of their days of glory! If desired, it can be resting by his door.]