Cybele Nefrukakasha's Room
With a large dark bed and curtains, a coffin in an unclosed floorspace, the vampire Cybele makes this her home.
Shoving her door open, she flung herself to the secret door in the floorboards, as only few have them, and ripped open her coffin, entered, and closed it, and immediately slept.
Noticing the door wasn't closed all the way,
Nadya cautiously peeked her head in. She didn't see Cybele anywhere. Her mistress must've still been asleep.
"Well that is just fine with me... I hope she takes her time," Nadya thought to herself with a nervous sigh, beginning to tremble once again in fear. She knew she was in big trouble when Cybele woke up, so she was getting more and more frightened by the moment. Nadya anxiously waited right at the door for her mistress to awaken.
As the sun set,
Cybele awoke quickly. She rose from the coffin and looked at the ceiling, and knocked three times on the roof of the chamber with both hands,
REALLY hard, so the trap door flung open and she vaulted out, at the incredible vampire speed, landing in front of Nadya. She slapped her, but not as hard as she could. "At least you followed an order," she spat, looking at the girl. "For that, you won't get a harsh beating, or maybe a beating at all." she then walked to her mirror in the center of her bureau, and stared into the glass, laughing at the reflection that wasn't there. "Nadya, come here."
Nadya gasped in surprise as Cybele suddenly appeared and landed in front of her. She knew it was coming, but was unable to protect herself in time to stop the hand from connecting with her cheek. Though the slap wasn't anywhere near as hard as she's recieved in the past, Nadya still cried out and fell to her right onto the ground with the force of it. Out of habit really, she raised one arm in front of her for protection as Cybele glared at her and yelled, staring back up at the woman in complete fear, flinching with the vampire's every move as she whimpered softly every now and then, and trembling badly. As Cybele walked away from her, she tried to calm herself down and stop the tears trying to form in her eyes. She knew Cybele hated it when she showed weakness, so she was determined not to. Although, it didn't work all that well. "Yes, Mistress," she said very softly at hearing the command. Nadya slowly got up and walked cautiously over to where Cybele stood, her head down and gaze to the floor, a few loose strands of hair falling into her face, wrapping one arm around herself to help provide at least some comfort, the other on her cheek, her entire body still trembling with fear. She tried to keep perfectly calm, but unfortunately, a quiet, barely audible sob escaped her throat before she could suppress it. She covered her mouth for a few seconds, her eyes widening, praying that Cybele hadn't noticed.
Looking at Nadya as she came to her,
Cybele raised the girl's cheek, HARD, and forced her to stare at the mirror. "I heard that sob. I don't care, girl." she said, soothingly, still clenching her jaw. She hated it when Nadya flinched. It made her want to beat her more. "But tell me, Nadya Anastasia Simonova, what do you see?" She then raised her higher, making sure she could still talk, just made sure her feet were off the ground. Had Nadya been a mortal, her neck would have snapped, or her jaw would have broken. She loved to pester her, take out everything before she let go. But it wasn't enough. She wanted every single piece of detail, and where Nadya had been.
Nadya gasped as Cybele grabbed her, flinching again. That almost made her lose her composure, but she somehow managed to keep it. Although, she did start to tremble badly. She could barely manage to pay attention to Cybele's words with all of this going on, but she did. Before she could answer, Cybele lifted her up even more. Nadya gasped again and, quite out of habit, grabbed Cybele's wrist gently with both hands and whimpered softly in fear. It started to hurt badly, but she didn't want Cybele to know that she was in any pain. Her mistress could use something like that against her from now on if she knew. She showed the slightest hint of a struggle, but didn't dare move too much for fear that it would anger her mistress even further. Yes, she knew exactly what Cybele wanted. She wanted to scare Nadya into telling her where she had been all night last night after she wandered off. Determined not to give any of that information, Nadya decided to try and avoid that scenario and just answer the question that was asked of her. "I...I see myself, Mistress," she stuttered nervously, pretending to be confused by the question and hoping that Cybele would buy it, though she didn't think it would happen, the tears stinging her eyes and threatening to show themselves.
Smiling,
Cybele said, "Good. But, what do you see of me?" and with that, dropped her. She had felt her flinch when she grabbed her. The trembling made her lose more grip, so she just dropped her. "Now, girl," she said, slamming the door with the speed of vampires, and came back, directly in front of her. "Where were you? I don't need details, just where. In the mansion? The streets?" She then removed her whip and let the silver cord fall out. "I'd really prefer not to use this." she said, advancing on her, making Nadya back up to the door. "If you'd be a nice little girl, I won't beat you at all."
Nadya cried out slightly as she suddenly fell to the floor. By the time she had regained her senses, she looked up to find Cybele glaring down at her. She then began to hyperventilate at the sight of the whip, trying to back away from Cybele out of habit. That whip was the one thing she feared most. As she pressed her back against the door, bringing her knees up to her chest, she lost her composure and the tears began to fall from her eyes. Although, she did manage to make a very daring move. She lied, hoping that Cybele would buy it. "I...I only took a little walk i-in the garden, Mistress. Then, I came back to where we were before, but you were not there, so I came back to the mansion to wait for you, I swear it!" Nadya stammered. Well, it
was a half-truth though! She
did go back to the mansion...just after she got back from where she really was... Nadya raised her arms in front of her slightly as if for protection, hugging them and her knees tightly to her body as she sat there, shaking.
Retracting the whip with a snap, showing little mercy,
Cybele backed up and let the girl breathe. "The garden. Really? I could have sworn you weren't there. I don't think so. " But, She didn't want to continue the conversation any further, so, shr quickly added, "But for now, I don't care. You may go. If I need anything else, I'll call you. Until then, I don't want to see you, not even a glance." As she didn't respond, she roared, "
UNDERSTAND?! She then ripped the door open, almost breaking the door, and headed to
The Weapons Room.
Nadya was momentarilly too shocked to say or do anything as Cybele spoke to her. Although, at hearing her yell, she jumped and said a quick, "Yes, Mistress," and then watched as Cybele stormed out of the room. Then, tears streaming down her face by then, Nadya jumped to her feet and fled the room as quickly as possible, heading quickly to
the mansion library to find a quiet place to relax.
Stumble!