It was the lioness in the long grass watching gazelles grazing. The patience of knowing when to strike and when to back down. Slow movements, her body at one with the space surrounding her. Daciana observed the dancing humans. Her gazelles on the glass dancefloor, oblivious to their place on the menu. Her nature, like the lioness, was to hunt and feed. Casimir admired from the shadows, sipping Plasma Janes as his protégé came into her truth.
Casting the hallucination on Luliana was the beginning of her power. Daciana sat at the bar, receiving a disapproving look from the mixologist. Underaged drinking was illegal, but Daciana could not wait another two years. Besides, Casimir believed it was the perfect opportunity to flex her control. The Ministry of Magic coveted Illusionist Vampires. Their ability to persuade humans to perform particular actions was favourable. Illusionists, renowned for their cunning controlled those in business. Working as aides, they influenced senior politicians to the benefit of all. They were paramount in the procurement of plasma from the local hospitals. Daciana’s talent for flavour discernment would make her an asset.
Daciana was starting small. Her smile drew the mixologist. At first, they were resistant, recognising she was too young for cocktails. Daciana lowered her voice, a mesmerising smoky tone, breathy and sultry. Her finger traced circles in the bar, matching the grey pools of her eyes. The fragility of her ability became a battle of wills. Daciana wished the control came as easy. Making her family talk to invisible people felt natural, like breathing. This required focus, something she struggled to maintain when hungry.
Casimir ruined her hunting to force her ability to grow. At least, that is how he viewed it. Daciana found hunger a distraction. She believed she would advance quicker with a full stomach. In the bar, Daciana had spied her dinner, a muscular gentleman with black hair. His presence and the smell of his cologne made her mouth water. She took a slow breath, forcing the connection with the mixologist. It failed as another customer slammed their hand on the bar, making Daciana jump. She clenched her fists as they ordered her away from the bar.
Her dinner headed to the exit, some blonde clutching at his arm. The giggling made Daciana’s neck and shoulders tighten, reminding her of Luliana. Casimir held back, amused. He watched Daciana chase her prey. As a foolish lion cub, she gave away her presence, appearing to the couple as jealous. The man disappeared with his prize, unaware of the fate he escaped. Daciana stood in the chilled evening, angry and frustrated. She pictured tearing his flesh, the blood oozing as a throttled cry would grow silent in death’s grip. There would come a night when she would cease to return hungry. Daciana loathed the plasma packs, bland nonsense with a sickening aftertaste. This fate awaited her as Casimir dragged her home, tormenting her failings.
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