Ana-Lucia DelaCourt awoke with a soft moan, her right arm sliding along the mattress that had been earlier in the night covered with a pale pink, satin sheet. Another, matching sheet covered her naked form as she lay sprawled out on her stomach before lifting her head and turning to look at the empty side of the bed. Frowning she brushed her chocolate strands of hair from her equally dark eyes. She couldn't remember going to bed alone, but she definitely knew she would have also woken up with some semblance of a hang over. Groaning she dropped her head to her pillow still able to pick up the soft traces of perfume and cologne that mixed together in a comforting ballet of fragrance.<br/><br/>Smiling as she remember his smell distinctly, she turned her face into the pillow and took a long draw. Her senses adjusted acutely, picking up the differential components of each scent. Closing her eyes she was more than ready to fall back into a deep slumber, embraced by the reminder that somewhere out there, there was someone who loved her for every little flaw she possessed. Though she liked to tell everyone she was perfect from head to toe, her perfectly polished nails and hair. The shape and curvature of her body that she took pride in keeping in check, the large tattoo that covered her right hip as a symbolic tie to her family. Every little detail down to the faint freckles on her cheek bones and that tiny little mole on her right breast. She claimed it made her all the more perfect.<br/><br/>She was arrogant at the best of times, downright catty at the worst. But she had to be, her family had a reputation and she wanted to keep it in tact. She was a DelaCourt, one of the elite families when it came to the vampire bloodlines. She was Borne though still living. Her mother had passed ten years ago and now was dealing with being one of the undead. Something that was hard for both of them to accept. Her father was on the Senate, something that only increased her haughty nature.<br/><br/>As her eyelids grew heavier, her breathing slower, her phone kicked into action playing one of those crappy generic ring tones she hated so much. Groaning she was about to knock it to the floor from its position on the night stand until she saw the number. Daddy dearest.<br/><br/>Smiling she bounced from bed, pulling her black silk bathrobe over her body and grabbing her phone. "Daddy!" her voice was chipper as she stepped out onto the balcony of the log cabin she shared with many a mate in her recent years. Snow had fallen, leaving a scintillating shimmer underneath the silvery moonlight. She had always loved snow, even if the temperature never really agreed with her body for too long. Tonight however was a different story. She had only been active hours ago, her body still heated from her extracurricular activities.<br/><br/>"Chicago?" there was a soft hint of an Italian accent upon her voice. She had spent many years in Italy, the home of her mother, learning the culture and her heritage. She giggled vaguely. "To meet the Senate about a prospective Collettiva." she never liked the term Coven. It seemed so board, too generic, and definitely stereotypical. "Of course daddy." she listened as he continued. She was thrilled he wanted her to meet them, it could only mean one thing. The best of things for those like her. "I'll see you soon. I love you too."<br/><br/>Love. A word she didn't throw around lightly. One she couldn't afford to in the world of vampires. Life was too fragile. Turning and slipping back into her bedroom, she slid out of her robe before getting dressed. She was thankful they had a small private jet on the ground of the Montreal Collettiva, it would make it easier to get to Chicago in a timely manner. Turning her phone off she grabbed her away bags which she continually kept packed before heading for the jet, not doubting for a moment her father had called them before calling her.<br/><br/>Smiling she switched dim bedside light off before stepping through the darkness and out of the cabin. "Time to head to Chicago.." she whispered to herself.