Viola stood as still as stone on a stone plinth placed in the middle of a circular room, in one of the many towers in the mansion that she had owned for many thousands of years. On her tall frame hung ill-fitted dress, and a human was busy running around her a pin cushion on one arm and a tape measure in the other hand. “Turn” the women uttered in a pathetic tone as if she was scared to ask, scared she might bite her head off, if she were to ask Viola this simple request. However Vee turned without comment, to face the open doors, which lead to balcony area.

Though as the fitting continued, something caught her attention. Through the open door, she could hear shouts, screams and cries from what sounded like a mad women at the doors of her home. “Leave” she muttered to the dress-maker, stepping quickly out of the new dress, a simple petticoat the only thing concealing her body. Waiting until the bumbling women had left, Viola flew off her podium and to the balcony to see the commotion was all about.

Leaning over the side of the stone wall, her crimson eyes searched for the person that the racket was emitting from. With her developed senses it did not take long, and her eyes homed in on small fat women screaming all manner of obscenities at two of the male guards. “Mortals” she muttered, leaning back and walking back into a fitting room she shared with her sisters, and occasionally some of the other female members of their royal coven. Her dirty blond hair moved behind her as she strolled into a smaller room, filled was all manner of dresses. The garments ranged from all periods of time, to reflect the time she had lived. However to been seen in some of her finer garments she would be perceived as simply mad, so she selected a white summer dress, with a floral sash that rapped around her waist.

All dressed she moved from the room at the speed of light down to the reception area, that lead to the front door where she could still hear the women shouting. Gently she slowed and turned to their new receptionist, the other had recently been put to rest after a new-born had lost control and attacked her. It was sad, many where fond of her; however this new girl had some potential. She was pretty for a human, so there was potential for a new hunter. Though that decision would come in time, at the moment they just needed a non threatening face for their lie. “Madam” she said standing up at her presence, her voice was quick and nervous; obviously working for vampires was not going to well for her at the moment. “I did not know what to do; she just came in her shouting nothing I said would calm her. They took her outside, but nothing is working…she thinks you are holding her sister”

“It is okay” Viola’s voice sung, looking at the girl “I shall take care of this.” And with that and a flick of hair, she moved up behind the two tall strong men who where blocking the women with ease. “Boys have you lost all your manners” her voice danced through the air, a light laugh chasing it. “This is no way to treat a guest, not at all. Please let this woman go.”

The men abided without a second thought, dropping the women to the ground. “You have my sister” the women’s voice continued, as she looked up at Viola her eyes full of hatred. “Don’t lie to me, I was part of a group coming here but I got lost in the crowds, but I know my sister made it her. You have her, where is she” the moral continued, throwing accusations about not caring that she looked like a mess, or sounded like she belonged in a mental insinuation. Mortals where such a parasite to this world, Viola really could not see any of Carlisle agreement in trying to help them…even save them. Women like this, deserved to have their lives ended in order to sustain people like herself.

“Honestly Miss I have no idea what you are on about, but if you would like to step inside we can talk about this inside.” Stepping aside she allowed the women to wonder in, as she guided her up the stairs and through the many corridors that led to her for show office. Allowing the women to enter before her, offering her a seat at the opposite site of her desk, Viola took a seat at the head. “Quite an exhibition you made of yourself out there” she began joking, leaning forwards to cross her white arms on the desk. “Now I assure you your sister is no longer here, she has long since left. Now you can take my word, and leave. Or you can continue and see where it leads you”

Leaning back into her chair, she waited for her response. Her angelic face watched carefully for any sign of what choice she was going to make, however like she had guessed the women was stubborn, and opened her mouth to say you took my sister. Though as she did, Viola rose to her feet, leaning forwards on the desk once more. “I am sorry you could not trust us” her voice echoed, before a load scream echoed around the surrounding area.

Her body flew over the desk in the blink of an eye, giving the women no time to process her words, before she had her tackled to the floor. “Shh” Viola breathed, placing her long white finger to the women’s screaming lips, her face composed into a wicked smile as she took pleasure in the mortals fear. Slowly her finger traced it’s way down from the women’s lips, over her chin and down her double chin. It looked as if she where creasing a lover, with her legs straddling the mortals hips as she kept her pinned to the floor. Though the reality was very difference, still Viola took pleasure in playing with her food before she feasted; even it was a fat middle aged woman.

Slow whimpers left the women’s lips, scared at where screaming might lead her as her eyes widen in fear at Viola’s actions. Slowing she had drummed all ten fingers onto the women’s neck-line, and pushed her palms flat on the women’s chest. “High necked blouses are so unflattering” her voice mused, as her fingers gripped the upper half of her shirt and ripped it clean off, leaving the neck open for teeth. At her actions the women expression turned to one of utter humiliation, lack of clothing. It was that or embarrassment, for her checks blushed brightly, with blood rushing hot and warm to her cheeks. Still that was not enough to distract Viola from her teasing; she just carried on placing her hands either side of the women’s next leaning her body forwards.

Slowing she brought her face down to meet the women’s, her wicked smile still clear on her face. “Mhmm lovely” Viola breathed in, running her nose over the women’s cheeks feeling the women’s warm glowing cheeks against her cold, soft and hard skin. The women just whimpered, waiting for the end, praying it shall be soon as to end her humiliation, as the women mounted onto of her just carried on, as it was rare for her to get such a private feed. Normally they would all feed together, where everyone fought for the best meal. Still while Viola was guaranteed the best of the bunch, she could not quite enjoy the please of playing with her food as she could locked away in her private office.

Snapping her teeth shut, making the women beneath her jump with fright, a soft cackle left her cool pink lips, as her nose began to make a gradual descent down the women’s face, and onto her neck. Gently she placed lifted the women’s head; bring her neck to her own cool lips. The touch of them made the morals hair rise, as if she knew what was coming. Viola loved the slow realising in their faces before she bit them, of what their fate was. She liked to draw it out as much as possible, though the women below her was beginning to loose her attention, Viola wanted it to end as much as she did. So she pressed her lips firmly to her soft flesh, sucking it up between her lips and sunk her teeth firmly into the skin.

Now the women screamed, loudly and freely as the bloody ran from her next. Though it did not stop Viola, it slowed her down slightly as she sucked slower drawing out the process for the women, making it all the more painful as her venom became like a fire in her veins. Thought as the flow of the blood quickened in pace, as her teeth bit further into her neck, she could no longer control her thirst and began to loose herself in the warm blood that rushed from the women’s body.

Knock, knock, knock.

Viola paused, relaxing her jaw and sitting up straight leaning back on back of her heals. Annoyance quickly flashed through her angelic features, as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Opening her mouth to shout orders to leave her alone, the sent of one of her ‘brothers’ filtered through the door and she knew her orders would not be welcomed.

Pushing to her feet she walked to the door, leaving the women screaming on the stone floor as her venom worked its way through her veins. “Caius” she welcomed him, opening the door just enough to poke her head around the door. “Come to share?”