A loud painful scream echoed through the empty basement of the broken abandoned house. She gripped the witch's hair tightly, her pretty red polished nails digging in the witch's scalp and scratching it painfully as she grasped a chunk of her hair and roughly pulled back, actually ripping a couple of hair strands off as she did. But she didn't care at all. She breathed heavily, her bloodshot, vein popping golden eyes stared darkly into the scared and pained witch's dull brown ones, her fangs threateningly out as she growled at her "Speak!" Silence. She had had enough with this. But the witch suddenly reacted. And laughed. The smug look on her face made her boil with anger "Why would I tell you?! You're gonna kill me anyway!" The witch yelled and laughed more, like a maniac. And so, the vampire snapped, and within one swift simple movement, she had the witch's head in her hand, ripped from her body, blood dripping fast on the floor. She dropped the head on the floor carelessly and muttered "True. Wasted my time for nothing." Then she turned around, and her boots clicked on the wooden floor as she left, not caring that her hand was bloodied up. Elsa stone was a very well known name. To the humans, she was an artist, a film maker, a really good director who always was able to communicate with the actors and guide them to act well, understand their character and go deep into their roles. Somehow. But to the supernatural world, Elsa Stone was a notorious vampire. She acted on her instincts, did not ask questions, and rarely thought too much into the problem. If something angered her, she'd rip its head. If something saddened her, she's rip its heart. Fast. Easy. Done. That was how she lived. How she functioned and how her lifestyle was. And she loved every single second of it. All thanks to Lucien Porter. Yes, one of the Original Vampires. In his flesh and blood. She owed him her life. And felt damn proud to as well. Until the last couple of month. Slaughter after slaughter, spell after spell, blood ruining her shirts over and over again, Elsa was getting sick of this. For a couple of month now, she was actually being hunted. and by stupid witches who refuse to tell her why, even when she is about to rip their heads off, and Elsa dear, never patient and never hesitant wouldn't wait long to give them time to think about telling her the full story. Their simple stare, curiosity, maliciousness, even some smugness in their expressions when she, for a second, looks lost to why they were hunting her down, would set her off and rip them apart. She hated being tested, and they were playing with fire. A few weeks ago, she had discovered some pretty shocking news. About her own mother. She was a witch, and so, Elsa was half witch as well. Though when she was turned into a vampire, all was heightened, even her witch powers, but she had no idea how to control them or even free them in her body, and that was exactly what the witches wanted. Her to either be dead or not find out how to use her power. For some reason they did not want her to connect with her ancestors and that made her question why. She was searching for answers but none would tell her, literally preferring death over speaking up. And death they met. Once home, Elsa changed into cleaner clothes, which consisted of her red tight top, black ripped skinny jeans and her biker black boots, her moon shaped pendant loosely hanging around her neck, her wavy hair framing her face gently.Softly, she looked calm, like she did not just kill her fifth witch this week, like she was not going crazier and crazier not knowing what was going on around her. Elsa was someone who loved control. And not knowing what was going on made her feel like she was slipping out of control. And she hated that. So, Elsa got to her last resort. Lucien Porter. Her sire. Her and Lucien go way back. From before he even turned her. Elsa was a car drifter, and due to an accident which almost killed her, Lucien did turn her. Yes, he went soft, because Elsa was like a little sister to him, but he couldn't let her die. He just couldn't. Spending the last couple of years of college with her made them grow close - Friendship wise- and so, letting her go was more painful than he thought, and turning her into a vampire seemed like a good idea. It wasn't. Not for the witches, not for the humans who did her wrong, not for anyone who breathed badly in her way. And Lucien had realized how similar she was to his younger brother, a little too late. And that made him concerned. So they made a deal, she wanted freedom, which he granted her after teaching her all she should know about being a vampire. But in return, she wouldn't become a ripper and would never turn her emotions off. And whenever in trouble, she would contact him. And that was exactly what went on for the next hundred years. Elsa was a drifter, from city to another while Lucien resided in New Orleans. They would meet half way whenever one needed the other. More likely, whenever Elsa was in trouble. Which was very often. But this time it was different. It was far more serious. And since Elsa was near New Orleans, and very angry. She decided not to call Lucien. But to actually visit him. He knew witches, a witch covenant actually lived near him for God's sake, they would surely figure something out. Ir she'd just kill every witch there. Simply. Once Elsa was done cleaning up, she was on her way to her sire. The road didn't take her long, and a few hours later, Elsa found herself in front of a big green sign that read 'Welcome to New Orleans.' Taking a deep breath, Elsa looked around the seemingly normal city while she knew better. She may not live here but she knew this place all too well. Witches, werewolves, vampires, they all lived here. If the supernatural world had any 'headquarter' it would've been here, in New Orleans. Calmly, Elsa slid her black sunglasses on before stepping foot in the town she said she wouldn't even breathe its air. And she oh so calmly explored around as she walked, her feet taking her to Lucien's home naturally. The couple of glances her way did not go unnoticed by her. But she ignored them and tried to focus on the Jazzy music and the loud chats of tourists. she liked her hidden fangs, and thought about blood. It had been a while since she fed on a human. Witch blood was not as tasty. She did not fancy it at all. Finally, Elsa made it to the huge house, and oh so confidently, she stepped right in, a small knowing smile creeping on her face. Lucien knew she was coming. And so let her in before she was even there. Elsa took her sunglasses off and looked around the huge open space, no one was there. And suddenly, someone was wrapping their arm around her throat threateningly, a woman. "Who are you and how did you get in?!" She hissed in her ear. Elsa could smell her. A vampire. A trainee maybe. Elsa scoffed and smiled, which made the woman hesitant for a second and Elsa did not miss this opportunity "Rookie mistake." she teased darkly and quickly, digging her nails in the women's arm which made her yell out in pain before ripping her arm away from her throat, letting it go and blood drip from her nail marks on the rookie's arm, but quickly wrapping them around her neck, in the speed of light, slamming her back in the brick wall, her eyes cold as ever "Who's training you? You think you can take on anyone now that you're a vampire? Jumping on sny stranger oozing confidence only to get stomped on?! Here's your first lesson, it comes free of cost : You're nothing sweetheart. I could crush you in a second, you wanna try? " Elsa almost spit at her face, feeling two presence behind her, she pressed her nails more in the woman's neck, making her gasp for air as Elsa leaned closer menacingly "Touch me again, and I'll make death look like a gift." She hissed dangerously, referring to the pain she would reflect. But one voice made her slowly let her go and turn around. "Enough." His calm collected voice echoed, and Elsa turned around looking quite innocent as she blinked away the darkness in her eyes "Lucien, long time no see friend." She said, her voice going from deadly to friendly in a matter of seconds "Next time, please inform your rookies about me, or scratches would be the least of their worries." She smiled warmly yet her words were cold hard. Lucien shook his head, glanced at his brother and then at Elsa "You haven't been there for two minutes, and you already want to kill someone?" "What can I say, it's a gift really." She smirked amusingly then glanced at the woman who still glued to the wall behind Elsa "You can leave now. Before I change my mind and snap your neck right n-" "I said enough." "You're no fucking fun Lucien."