[redox-kun]

DON'T NEED A WEATHERMAN TO KNOW WHICH WAY THE WIND BLOWS

Sophia wipes her bloody fingers on her pale pink handkerchief, already lamenting the shortage of cleaning supplies in this run down office. It was lively once, but transience is master to all. Sophia is here to salvage some use out of it before its scheduled demolition. The sight of a decapitated head is nothing to get worked up about, but even vampire blood can be a nuisance when a woman is trying to keep to a reasonable iron diet. She’s really not trying for any beauty pageants here, no need to drain a street block dry. Which is probably why she's a clean freak when she can help it. She can’t help minding herself, though. Even if the only living man in her abode is knocked out and bleeding from the head, the thought of changing out of her nightgown crosses her mind. It’s more of a force of habit than anything. It’s almost nine in the morning, Sophia was just about to head off to bed, and she would be more than justified in making a late snack out of the intruders. She helps herself to the head of Alan, an officer within Ordo Dracul who had proven to be rather annoying saboteur on more than one occasion. She takes no special pleasure in partaking his unwilling offering before tossing it aside. That carpet was beyond her help anyway. Sophia takes her time in evaluating the other intruder. She sees no need to rush for the sake of an unarmed human who had easily lost to her once, but how he found this place -- now there was an interesting premise. darth vader

LAIKA OF GS!