Darkness surrounded her. Satin slide over her bare alabaster skin. Within her chamber, though the sun was high outside, it was sheer black. She lay atop her feather mattress, thick pillows holding her head gently. She lay in a state of sleep, raven tresses flowing out from her head, sleek limbs akimbo, looking for all the world a simple woman sleeping away the day. So far from the truth.. though she indeed slept in a bed, she was far from a simple woman. Though she had a house of her own, her bedroom, looking so normal with it's decadent furniture, was in a deep basement. And though the sun rode through the sky on it's merry way, she would not rise until it sank beneath the horizon.<br/><br/>Her name was Natasha, and she was a vampire. So, though Ai was in a heightened state at the moment, the Priesthood bringing the Ai and the surrounding areas to a frenzy at the words of war, Natasha was bound to her darkness. But she was far from helpless. She was an Elder, and she was capable of some things still..<br/><br/>Her mind went soaring, and as it did, it sought out those weaker then herself. There were so many! Silly fools. For one such a she, men were the easiest, and she preferred it that way. A soft sigh floated forth past lush ruby tiers as the first mind was found, that of a city guard. Gentle fingers he would feel upon his neck, causing him to freeze. Soft sensations working about his flesh, causing him to stiffen. For those few moments Natasha heard what was going on around the man as she easily held him in her thrall, and she found out that Iarasis was definitely stirring the pot. Letting the guard go, she went seeking again, seeping now into a Temple guard. A low grunt he would give as through his eyes she would see. In this mans mind she kept him still by giving him the vision of herself, naked form dancing for him alone. White flesh with a soft glow of pink. Ebon tresses sweeping over the full roundness of breasts begging to be cupped. The sway of full hips, the twist of a slim ankle. He was hers, and through him she witnessed Anethrial, sweet little celestial, sitting all alone, looking so nervous, and shy, and vulnerable. Waiting for daddy surely. Oh to taste the child would be divine. Rich celestial sanguine.. a decadent delight. Though her father would be better. To drink Iarasis dry was her goal, as well as the Council.<br/><br/>To remove the High Priest was to end this impending war. To remove the priesthood was to begin the decimation of the humans from her existence.<br/><br/>With another sigh she let the Temple guard free of her touch, not noticing that perhaps the lurker that was watching the young winged daughter might have witnessed the change in the Guard. Not that it mattered really.<br/><br/>Night would fall soon enough...