Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Selena Cross had spent the last couple hundred years traveling around Europe and decided to reside in the Americas. Her fame as being ruthless was only succeeded by her stunning beauty.
Her unique beauty and feminine wiles allowed to manipulate some of the most wealthy aristocrats, princes and Kings through out time. Like most vampires she had an alluring feature that drew her prey to her. Combined with her beauty she had the ability to profile her marks with such precision, she could have almost been labeled a witch several times over. However, instead she gain a great deal of land and wealth over her inauguration into the world of the undead.
At 18 she had been turned by a Vampire who took advantage of her naivety, and taught her the art to which she became an expert at. What he didn't count on was her wit, and ability to think for herself. Her long red curly hair, and emerald eyes drew in her prey like horses to water. Only fifty years into her making she staked her maker earning her a mark on many older vampires kill lists. Only a few of those remained
Never once had she regretted what she had become, instead she learned quickly how to embrace it and milk it for all it was worth. She had the money to do whatever she wished, thanks to her ability to manipulate men out of their fortunes and liquid assets.
Her penthouse had been custom designed for her before her arrival. But first before she could arrive there, she had to introduce herself to the leader of the territory. As she exited the plane she moved with the grace of a ballerina through the crowds. Not only the men stopped and stared but women did as well. But to her they didn't exist. They were food and expendable.
She could have been an actress, or a model if it didn't require day time shoots and the paparazzi. "vampire club" the piece of paper said she read as she gave instructions to the Limo driver that picked her up.
The limo pulled up outside a ordinary club that was blaring excessively loud new wave obnoxious tunes. Entering the establishment her eyes scanned the room. Human women seeking the best sex of their lives and Male vampires taking advantage of it. There were a few females but none held a candle close to her.
Pulling out a cigarette she slowly raised it to her mouth. 4 rushed foward to light it for her. She stepped away from them after one elbowed another to successful light it.
She turned to the vampire behind the bar "Whose the leader?" she questioned referring to the vampire hierarchy. "that would be Juan Catalone" she advised trying to keep from drooling.
"he's um, out of town, will be back on Thursday", she let out a nervous giggle. "Tell him i was here" she said turning and walking out, and not bothering to leave a name.
"Oh my god, oh my god" Amelia responded all giddy. "Do you have any idea who that was?" she addressed the man sitting at the bar on her right. "that was Selena Cross. Thee Selena Cross. She's famous those that know her want to be her, or worship her, she's a goddess, the true class of all one of us could be".
Reentering her limo she ordered to take her home to her new Penthouse. The carpet was practically laid out for her as the limo pulled up. Her hand waved away anyone she didn't wish to speak to.
Cracking her neck she entered the newly designed penthouse examining each room. Advising her assistant of what flaws as they did the walk through. One simply couldn't just become a Selena Cross. It was an art, a style, and a deadly ruthlessness that coursed through her veins. In at least the last hundred years she couldn't remember ever having to raise her voice. There was no need. Her skills were honed, her reflexes fast, and her ability to get her way, well there was simply no other way.
Europe was hers, as was half of asia. The other half she was simply bored with. So much work, and so little reward made it not worth it. Besides it gave her a place to banish people to. The americas never really held much interest for her. They weren't as refined or dignified. Of course there were a few exceptions but as a whole she'd leave it to the roughnecks.
Exhausted she simply chose to go to bed. Day would becoming soon. Although her windows were uv resistant, she still required her z's.
Her unique beauty and feminine wiles allowed to manipulate some of the most wealthy aristocrats, princes and Kings through out time. Like most vampires she had an alluring feature that drew her prey to her. Combined with her beauty she had the ability to profile her marks with such precision, she could have almost been labeled a witch several times over. However, instead she gain a great deal of land and wealth over her inauguration into the world of the undead.
At 18 she had been turned by a Vampire who took advantage of her naivety, and taught her the art to which she became an expert at. What he didn't count on was her wit, and ability to think for herself. Her long red curly hair, and emerald eyes drew in her prey like horses to water. Only fifty years into her making she staked her maker earning her a mark on many older vampires kill lists. Only a few of those remained
Never once had she regretted what she had become, instead she learned quickly how to embrace it and milk it for all it was worth. She had the money to do whatever she wished, thanks to her ability to manipulate men out of their fortunes and liquid assets.
Her penthouse had been custom designed for her before her arrival. But first before she could arrive there, she had to introduce herself to the leader of the territory. As she exited the plane she moved with the grace of a ballerina through the crowds. Not only the men stopped and stared but women did as well. But to her they didn't exist. They were food and expendable.
She could have been an actress, or a model if it didn't require day time shoots and the paparazzi. "vampire club" the piece of paper said she read as she gave instructions to the Limo driver that picked her up.
The limo pulled up outside a ordinary club that was blaring excessively loud new wave obnoxious tunes. Entering the establishment her eyes scanned the room. Human women seeking the best sex of their lives and Male vampires taking advantage of it. There were a few females but none held a candle close to her.
Pulling out a cigarette she slowly raised it to her mouth. 4 rushed foward to light it for her. She stepped away from them after one elbowed another to successful light it.
She turned to the vampire behind the bar "Whose the leader?" she questioned referring to the vampire hierarchy. "that would be Juan Catalone" she advised trying to keep from drooling.
"he's um, out of town, will be back on Thursday", she let out a nervous giggle. "Tell him i was here" she said turning and walking out, and not bothering to leave a name.
"Oh my god, oh my god" Amelia responded all giddy. "Do you have any idea who that was?" she addressed the man sitting at the bar on her right. "that was Selena Cross. Thee Selena Cross. She's famous those that know her want to be her, or worship her, she's a goddess, the true class of all one of us could be".
Reentering her limo she ordered to take her home to her new Penthouse. The carpet was practically laid out for her as the limo pulled up. Her hand waved away anyone she didn't wish to speak to.
Cracking her neck she entered the newly designed penthouse examining each room. Advising her assistant of what flaws as they did the walk through. One simply couldn't just become a Selena Cross. It was an art, a style, and a deadly ruthlessness that coursed through her veins. In at least the last hundred years she couldn't remember ever having to raise her voice. There was no need. Her skills were honed, her reflexes fast, and her ability to get her way, well there was simply no other way.
Europe was hers, as was half of asia. The other half she was simply bored with. So much work, and so little reward made it not worth it. Besides it gave her a place to banish people to. The americas never really held much interest for her. They weren't as refined or dignified. Of course there were a few exceptions but as a whole she'd leave it to the roughnecks.
Exhausted she simply chose to go to bed. Day would becoming soon. Although her windows were uv resistant, she still required her z's.