When she had first felt the presence, it was so overwhelming to her that she nearly drew her Holy Blades against the intruder.  It was only her previous encounters with other vampires of great power that allowed her to identify this new presence before she did anything unseemly.  Still, it was unnerving, the power that the vampires wielded was overwhelming.  Even though they had weakness which could be exploited, it felt little consultation to the young human who now felt utterly powerless before these beings.  The worst part was that she feeling their power without even being in their presence.  That in some ways terrified her more then anything, to feel these ancient beings in the bottom of her soul and knowing she was utterly and completely at their mercy.  She was after all, just a human before beings that have been in existence for longer then she could truly imagine.<br/><br/>Still, Tasha liked to think she had spirit and pride within her, and that was something she would work hard to hold on to.  Though she felt nothing but fear and anxiety from the council, she would do her best to hide it from them and her new master.  In fact, to her new master she would show courage and fire in an attempt to prove she was indeed worth keeping around.<br/><br/><span style="color: Gray">"Well, perhaps we can continue this conversation another time, Sir."</span>Tasha began as she quickly exited from the room without her masters permission in order to make her way to the council room.  She turned back and looked at her master, offering a small bow as she did so.<span style="color: Gray">"I will see to it that you have somewhere to sit sir."</span><br/><br/>As she made her way to the council hall, her hands drifted back to the gloves she wore that had been specially made to hide the daggers hidden underneath.<span style="color: Gray">"Mortius..."</span>She whispered to herself as the memories of the times she shared with the vampire began to flow through her memories.  She remembered when she had been gifted these weapons, had seen the displeasure as he even held them to give to her.  And yet she had received these weapons that could have easily spelled death for her master.  That was how much he had trusted her, the unique bond they had shared.  She often wondered what it was about her that had been seen as worthy in Mortius eyes.  How easily he could have killed her or simply turned her into one of the many servants he had.  Tasha never did learn the truth why she was so special, so well treated and trusted.  Often it seemed that it set her apart from many of the other humans that had been placed under the command of a vampire.  More then once she had seen the glares from the other servants, heard their whispers and listened to the talk of vampires who wondered about this odd soft spot in a vampire who had something of a reputation for being ruthless and rather unkind to humans as a whole.  Tasha had joined him a few times when he chose to feed, the young warrior servant being asked to chose servants who would die by the hands of Mortius when the mood struck him.  She had watched and even assisted in the abuse of some of these victims in the past.  Yet she had never once been treated as such, or feed upon in the way he fed on the servants and victims alike.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered into the darkness as her memory launched back to when she had first learned of his death.  She had been at a loss of words and had disappeared into the night for nearly three days before a vampire scout was able to locate her.  How easy it could have been to leave behind the world of vampires, the life of darkness that she had lived.  How easy it could be to simply join those who saw her as an enemy and feed those people information that could have done serious damage to the vampire clans.  Yet she did not attempt to escape or flee, merely went to the spot where she had first been discovered by her master, simply stayed there as memories played through her mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: Gray">"I will avenge you, or die trying.  That's a promise...Master Mortius...</span><br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she entered the chamber of the High Council.  It was all she could do to keep her blood from running cold and fleeing the scene.  Their power was....overwhelming, like the shadows themselves threatened to drowned Tasha within their dark grasp.  Some looked no younger then the day they were turned, and others looked like death itself was ready to claim their bones, while yet some looked like monsters out of a horror movie.  Truly it was unsettling to be surrounded by so many of the most powerful creatures on the planet.  Yet at the same time Tasha felt honored.  Somehow, someway she as a mere human had been chosen to attend this meeting.  That in itself was almost miraculous, and though she wagered there would be other humans who would no doubt arrive with her, it was a rare privilege. and one she would not make waste of.<br/><br/>She entered the room and offered a deep bow to those that had gathered.  She knew her place and said not a word as she took a stance behind an empty chair which her master would take as any good personal servant would.  But who would sit in the chair...that would be the interesting question.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>