Blue hues watched silently from the dark covered brushes of the bayou. In their silent and undisturbed spot they watched and heard the action that surrounded the area. The sounds of fangs penetrating skin. Just as metal penetrated skin in it's own right. The sounds both music and noise to her ears. Fangs exposed she watched the action before her.
Two lovers. Husband and Wife fighting "valiantly" and in unison. It would have been beautiful too any who watched with a heart, luckily, hers was cold and cruel to really care. Though what did interest her was the knowledge of the two lovers. Married, yet belonging to rival guilds, how fascinating. She wondered how the Cajun's guild would react to their now "leader" patronizing with the enemy. Lips curled into a malevolent smile as her mind raced within milliseconds with several scenerios, still the blonde haired goddess watched.
"I'm going to enjoy feasting from you pretty orange one." Victoire spoke softly to herself. And watched as what little of the vampire forces came rushing towards the two lovers and another who'd just arrived. Her eyes focused on the massive figure with interest. "The Vampire..." She whispered. Eyes studying his physique and matching up his power levels. He was going to be tough but she and Cassander had faced powerful foes before and always managed a way to win with their cunning.
Slowly the action died down. It seemed as if Jean and Sariaf'ca had won this battle. Bludhound failed and for that he would be punished. She flicked her hands and long talon-like nails grew lager in size. She stepped from the shadow of the brushes and moved to a vampire who was close-by. One of the "lucky" survivors no doubt. She came behind him and whispered. "You are weak.... and for that... you must pay..." And with no remorse the dark goddes plunged her hand deep within the Vampire's chest and pulled out his heart. The way the Vamp looked at her. The terror in his eyes as he realized he would die soon. Victoire relished in the moment.
"Ahh, even the hearts of our kind beats. Although, yours beats with impure blood. You are not Pureblood. You are not fierce. And you do not possess a warriors heart. For that, you are condemned to death." And Victoire brought the heart close to her lips and let her fangs plunge into the organ of the undead, quickly removing her fangs from it. Blood splattered from it and dripped on the ground. Her palm slowly enclosing around it as she crushed it and threw it on the ground. Soon the Vampire who had once owned it fell beside it.
As the Vampiress turned her head back to the scene that held Jean, Kain, and Sariaf'ca, she could see a throng of the surviving Thieves Guild come towards their "saviors". Many were injured but still they regaled in this temporary victory. Victoire just stood, a dark smile cutting across her face.
"Relish this victory..." She spoke letting her voice cut through the patch of land that held her and her enemies. "...For your deaths await you when the moon becomes full and the ghosts of Nawlins come to take you into ghostly lands of their ancestors. You will never leave this city with life. And you Leader of the Thieves Guild. I will enjoy feeding from you and making you into my slave. I'm sure even my lover would enjoy your company. And you traitorous Vampire.... you will pay..." Victoire turned her back and descended away from the area but not before she spoke one last word that would reach the ears of the enemies. "....And you red and black eyed Cajun... will pay for your past crimes." And the Golden Haired Vampiric Goddess faded into the chilly night.