It's starting to become a normal routine now, watching her. Usually someone would catch Rea's eye, she would follow him or her for an hour, maybe two just because she likes to watch them, and then beckon to their minds, so open to suggestion, so willing to be taken. Rea mostly enjoyed those with the brightest auras, an energy field that emanates from the living. Some are brighter than others and even more rare are those that are almost blinding. That is what was attracting Rea at this very moment, the brightest aura that she had seen in centuries one which captivated her and compelled her to wait and watch. It has been several days since Rea saw her at one of the many hunting grounds she frequents, a club of sorts for those who enjoy control and those who enjoy being controlled.
In the days of her life Rea had never seen such a thing for herself but heard others speak about places where Dark Knights keep their captives. It wasn't until she stumbled upon such a place that she believed they really existed. That night her life ended and her death began, all at the hands of a woman she both loathed and loved. Her Mistress was tender while inflicting pain and cold when trying to nurture. She controlled Rea to the point where death was welcome but by then it wielded no power over her. When her Mistress was caught by townspeople and killed, Rea didn't know if she were weeping out of grief or relief.
300 years in the present Rea's attention was again focused when she saw an aura enter the room. Tall and commanding she could tell that her prey was also on the hunt, her searching eyes and dismissing glances finally giving away to failing resolve that she had no one to...what was she looking for Rea wondered. Then their eyes met, hunter and hunted locked in a stare. Rea with her long black curls cascading around her face, blood red skintight leather pants with matching blouse showing a voluptuous cleavage, over her shoulders draped a black cloak. She gazed at this woman for the first time and recognized her as more than a prize.
5'9", long dark hard flowing down her back, deep brown eyes and red lips slightly parted, and medium brown skin that seemed to glow under the ceiling lights. She was dressed in a tight white sleeveless dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, her skin warming under Rea's gaze. Then something else, a change in her eyes from transfixed to alluring. This thing in her eyes Rea had seen once, not before and never since not even in her own eyes. She thinks I am her prey, Rea realized. She believes she has captured me. Abruptly Rea turned away and stole outside the crowded lair. She blended into the shadows, waiting...waiting. If I had a heartbeat it would be out of control she mused to herself smiling. Feeling the tip if her elongated canines puncture her lip Rea slowly tasted her own essence in anticipation of this one's. Her target breezed through the door, looking hurriedly left and right almost breathless. As she settled into her loss Rea was suddenly next to her.
"Looking for me then?"
"It seems I've found you."
"Is that how it seems?" Rea said walking away.
"Stop, come here"
