Ileana Shepard

[attr="class","appcontent2"] Black leather wrapped the tiny frame of Lily as she crossed the stairs down step by step, the tips of her high heels yelled loud with very thud; however when she drew closer where the doors awaited with two baldy tattoed guards, the thuds grew weak and muffled with the vibrant if not violent music inside hidden behind the closed door. Petite Lily smiled, although it was a false sign of innocence which she liked to feign with a faint curl to the one side of lips, the side which has that small mole.

”I wish to speak with your captain,” she said in a fluent Japanese accent. The two guards who weren't burly by the way, but they shared the similarity of the supernatural for those who knew, and Lily certainly knows. They cracked up a grin, and so Lily did with a smug caressing the features of her visage. ”No weapons allowed,” They were speaking about the Katana she held with an iron grip just beneath the blade's guard, the sheath was black like her heart and so was the cotton wrapping up the hilt.

”It is allowed right now,” a quick white flash followed the impatience of Lily's words as they manifested into vehemence. The two guards looked startled for a moment for the sudden lightneing phenomenon of which had no apparent reason, that until they saw her sheathing her blade. By then one of the guards lost his head, for the body to catch it in reflex; soon both head and body fell to the ground.

“No vampire survives decapitation.” Lily preferred to be captain obvious, her words was meant for the survivor between the duo, who lost his grin with a look of terror. “So why not we play a game,” a thrill that never aspired to heal the bitterness of her heart. “A mistress and her faithful retainer,” the cold touch of her palm felt the warmer skin of the gangster’s cheeks. “And you shall love me, and only me.” The utterance was more warm in content, but they were cold in nature with every syllable pressed and spoken.

”Do you understand me?” Her fingers traced the contours of such a frightened Asian face down to the throat, where she pressed the tip of her index finger to the apple of his throat. The guard winced from the pain inflicted by her inflated ego, then he submitted to her control.

Lily went inside, he followed in her steps. She delved within with mischief in mind to shape up the unforetold vile acts. Perhaps collecting a debt, or paying one; three-fold.

[attr="class","appcontent2"] It had been a long while since Lily waited for a moment to recollect her thoughts, reflections they were like a droplet of water sinking into a surface of the same kind, rippling such a tranquility into a state of gentle motion, where the droplet decides to obey the laws of physics jumping again once more for it to fall into the seas of her accursed soul. And what had been once many a part, became one and whole!

Such are the flow of memories, the power which beholds one's identity. However, unlike her brethren of progeny, the ones who were turned by the one and only Ambrosia; Ileana doesn't recollect much of her human life. Who was she? A princess of an old kingdom with a bed made of feathers? A beggar who dwelt upon the harsh cold grounds for a morsel of bread? The first of her kind, the first to be turned a vampire as a woman, she wondered about this history folded behind the veils and the walls of amnesia. Perhaps these memories were filled by grandeur which deserved the entitlement of the dear forgotten, or they were simply abysmal and commanded no remembrance whatsoever.

About a Millennium and half past; Ileana came to be. Her blood was spilled, her veins were almost vacant and void from red life. But she rose again; a dark rose, like a toddler learning her first steps, and the first blood kiss was the most fulfilling one; indeed a remembrance of such an experience was never bound to be forgotten; when the warmth of this crimson vitae caressed her tongue and lips, down to her throat and then to her veins where the blood comes and goes. Thus Lily began to reach a conclusion, the reality which gained her accord; Kaia was not only a sire, she was a mother.

Define 'Mother'? It is quite a generic word for many; a lioness cares for her cub, and a monster would do the same for her child; thence the child would follow the same steps which where trod by the lead of her one sided parentage. So what to expect from a vampire, the abomination which walks the night? Expect pretty much the vile and the wicked sick. Lily, between her progeny, took much and most from the Original vampire herself; or such, Lily considered the thought with pride.

For such a reason, when she believed that she reflected the picture of her mother most; Ileane never saw into eyes with the other original progeny, and such was more than obvious when the second female was sired; the other one who was most trusted from the female progeny duo, Gina Pryor. Indeed, the Machiavellian law dictated that the ends justify the means. And Gina was far more better governor than Ileana ever aspired to be. The other males, well, they excelled at whatever they performed. And between the aristocracy of Veltos, the absoluteness of Andrei, and the ingenuity of Gina; Ileane felt herself lost as both as renegade and rogue.

Kaia disappeared for centuries, and Ileane left too the companionship of her own brethren. Lily preferred to send into motion the foundation of her own glory, instead of migrating to the new world; the first female progeny pushed east where her blonde features and striking heavenly eyes were to be thought as exotic. There I could be worshiped as a Goddess; Ileane reflected such when she dared to force her move, and there she learned that there was something else than law and order: the power of bohemian chaos.

Although, Lily never had the chance to found a city of her own; she sired many to her cause. Then criminal organizations were constructed from nothing; the Triads in China, the Yakuza in Japan, and countless others. There were many pour souls which begged for attention, other one who set their gaze for the splendor of new hights, and Ileane obliged all under control and one sided terms. Indeed, don't make the mistake of thinking her shadow was a peaceful one, because such was far from the truth, on the contrary; it was full of deceit, so much of bloodletting both meaningful and meaningless. By any means Ileane was no leader, just instigator of dreadful events, the one who when times comes collects the debts whether they were favor or in gold; who refused to pay her paid their lives in toll. It was a fair bargain, then again, Ileane was never fair at all.

Behind the curtains, where she controlled invisible strings of her own ring of the underworld. Ileane, a loner progeny, took Tokyo as a place of residence and seat of power. There, she lived alone serving only the cause of her whims, the nourishment of such impatient urges and the mere satisfaction of her mere unearthly desires. Until the time Gina called; Kaia has returned.

It was quite amusing how Gina found her after all these centuries, perhaps the power of connections, mayhaps Kaia just told her dearest trusted progeny where to find the wildest one. The theories were indeed endless, but it seemed that Ileane's solitary -and such would be a lie- life came to an end.

Las Vegas was her next destination. She looks forward to drink from the visage of her sire, since whenever Kaia was; there was fun.

Pleny much fun..