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(Just throwing this out there for anyone to run with as a member of a vampiric, wealthy family. If it inspires you so, post.)
Brislyn Tandan paced slowly along the middle of a marbled entry foyer, the center of the Tandan mansion’s outer gardens. Lined up on either side of her, with arms extended to their fullest in the air clenching a thick fabric canopy to shield the heiress from the rain were a few dozen less-than-human servants to the Tandan name. As always in their home, the atmosphere was heavily painted the darkest shade of grey. Depleted of all color except that which existed in Brislyn’s gown. She stood out as a flame of hatred in a smoldering fire in the brightest reds. The color struck fear in every heart that lingered in the manse, even the blackest souls of her sovereign faculty quaked in her presence.
She moved fluidly beneath her shelter, dry while all others in the courtyard’s path slowly became drenched in the rainfall. Her vision stayed at the end of the canopy, where a group of servants stood, eyes to the ground. She moved closer to the assemblage of men. She addressed them in a calm, innocent tone, one that sent shivers down the spine and oozed with disappointment. "You know... some people find it to be a burden, the eternal life. The stress is something few can manage, they crumble under pressure. They bend and snap at the slightest--" In a fraction of a second, one of the servants shifted his feet to regain comfort in standing. Unfortunately for him, it was right as his Mistress passed. A rubied staff held by Brislyn was raised, and with a swift twirl of precious fingers, turned horizontally… swung. It impacted with the poor boy’s throat and sent him flying backwards, stopped only by the stone wall bordering the entry. The dull green, dead moss covered surface came alive with a hue matching Brislyn's ensemble as the man fell limp. Brislyn continued on without even a twitch of remorse. And no one dared look to the carnage-- lest they suffer the same.
"...hint of tribulation. Some people are just not leaders. They are not meant to be and never will. That is why I will forever remain your Mistress. My father and I take care of you. Still, in ignorance, some of you defy me… and you, my most loyal servants know who. Yet here you are. Before me, empty handed and without answers to the questions you know I will ask." Still whispering, she reached the end of the canopy and paused in front of the foremost retainer. Using her staff to lift his chin, and force his gaze to meet her own, she spoke again, hand clenching the rod so tightly, her knuckles drained of color. Her jaw locked, and before she spoke… screamed, she offered the man a twitchy smile. "So, I ask you again... WHERE IS MY JEWELRY BOX?!"
She leaned in nose to nose and glared wide eyed at the senior house servant, awaiting an answer. The man stumbled on his words, spitting out nonsense... "It must be in your chambers"… "may hap it was taken by Master Tandan in punishment" … "perhaps a chambermaid had managed to move it and failed to communicate…"
Brislyn's clenched fist loosened, allowing the staff to fall straight down. As it passed her palm she gripped again and jerked her hand up into the air, pulling from its top a dagger intricate with a sharp shimmering blade. "THAT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" She screamed though clenched teeth, and with another rapid movement of her arm, steel came down and cut a horizontal line across the man's neck, creating a cascading outpour of life exiting the body. The man fell to his knees before the girl, arms up and pleading in his last moments. His mistress merely stared down at him and grinned before lifting her booted foot and planting it against his face, with a harsh jab of heel into chin. The man collapsed entirely, dead against the cold marble. Her jewelry box would be found, a precious heirloom passed down from her late mother. And while its absence was not the fault of the corpse immediately being dragged to the depths of the mansion’s death pit, Brislyn couldn't help but feel a pleasurable sense of relief for anger pacified by violent means.
The young vampire heiress dismissed the still living of her company with a single wave of hand. Her father would hear about her decision to play judge and jury with his employees. But, it wasn’t the first time the spoiled, sadistic daughter of a powerful man abused her associative power… and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
