The Calm after the Storm (Leila)

Leila woke up again inmerse in pitch darkness smelling blood all around here.

Leila's eyes woke to the darkness, the smell of blood fell over her strongly. Was it her that smelled or someone else around. Leila called on the power of her blood to help her see in the pitch blackness and she called out to the open air.

"Hello?"

She sat up and looked around her now trying to get her barrings together.

She looked at the war like destruction around her with a bit of shock. Had she done this? She must have, no the beast did. She felt full, satisfied evidently she had killed the woman, the beast was entirely sated and she was covered in blood. She had lost complete control of herself.

She wondered about what Tantra had said earlier, should she regret the actions of the beast or not. She'd had no control though and surely that was not the way Tantra meant.

Leila ran her fingers through her dark brown hair several times trying to come to grips with all of what she must have done. Her hand passed by her wounded forehead and while she sat and let her thoughts go, she concentrated on healing the bullet wound in her head.

Leila rubbed her forehead over the wound trying to make sense of what the beast had done. After only a few seconds thought she realized she didn't have any bad feelings about killing that eager little cunt. She looked down at her pants when she'd remembered what the bitch had been up to in the first place, trying to pleasure a heartless monster. Leila stood up and buttoned the blood stained jeans she'd borrowed from Tantra.

She leaned against the door and tried again to heal the wound in her head before she tried to get out of there.

Leila felt the blood rushing to her head, forcing her body to close the bullet hole she'd won the night before. Then she turned around to face the door, her eyes still a brilliant blue. She knocked on the door patiently and called out in her normal voice that was now a noticeable twinge darker.

"Tantra? Pillar? I'm back in control."

After a minute Leila heard someone unlocking the door from outside, seconds after it was wide open, Tantra was standing in front of Leila and said.
"Let's go to my room so you can clean up. Follow me"

They walk to the living again, from there to another secret passage underneath another carpet of the wall. Simple path to a golden door with snake relief. Leila had been here before, the first night he awoke after her initiation ritual, after she arouse inside the small room Tantra took her just like now to her bathroom to clean up. Tantra opened the golden door of the bathroom (was it Tantra slumbering over the toilet?)

Leila followed her thankful that Tantra somehow just knew what she needed. It was all Leila could think about on the way. Luxuriating in a warm bath. She went to the now familiar beautifully adorned bathroom and began to undress. A lingering thought began to creep into her head. Most master bathrooms had been connected to master bedrooms.

Leila went for the bathtub and started running hot water in it then she finally asked her about it.

"Do you have a bedroom here Tantra?"

Tantra noded.

Leila slipped into the bath while it was still filling up. She didn't know whether or not to make casual conversation or talk about what had happened.

"Is it as nice as this bathroom? I'd like to see it."

Leila let the warm water run between her toes and she let her body sink deeper and deeper into the expanding water.

Tantra stared at Leila with her usual serious expression on her face and said.
"You don't have time for that Childe, after you wash up, you'll go and clean the mess your Beast did. There's a corpse waiting for you in a box upstairs."

Leila shrugged and dived her entire body under the water. She stayed there for a few minutes letting her body including her eyes relax. She let the water wash over her blood drenched face. And finally she came up out of the water but not for air, after she felt she'd turn the water a sufficiently bloodied pink. She took a towel and began to soap her body. Tantra's presence not at all making her uncomfortable.

"Is there some kind of lesson on corpse disposal?"

Leila seemed entirely nonchalant about the whole ordeal, more into meticulously cleaning her body than about dealing with this corpse.

Tantra noded and pointed at her with her skiny finger.

Leila forced an exhale and went back to meticulously cleaning herself. After a few seconds she got out of the tub and grabbed a nearby towel, fluffing her hair and then wrapped it around herself.

"So are you saying I have to learn to get rid of it myself? No tips or tricks? Are you upset with me Tantra?"

Leila leaned into her right hip and stood patiently in front of her sire, finger combing her long naturally spiraled tendrils of hair.

Tantra smiled and said
"You'd know for sure if I ever get angry at you. You'll be the one disposing of the body and I'll be there to watch over you, just like I did with your feeding a while ago."

"Looks like I'm going to need to borrow some more clothes. I can pay you back for that last outfit."

Leila says with an accepting smile. She never wanted to upset Tantra and she was glad she hadn't.

Leila watches Tantra leave and debates about whether or not to look into the darkness that engulfed her. She didn't want to take any chances so she waited.

Few minutes later Tantra's resplandecent green eyes appear and approach, few yards from the door they vanish and Tantra appeared through the door again, carrying another pair of jeans and a blouse.
"There you go Childe"

"Thanks. And the room, if I need to take care of that I will as well."

She took the pile of clothes and started to dress. Once she was done, she didn't bother with makeup or hair since she didn't have her purse on her any longer. It was probably in the VIP room.

"Ready let's head back up."

She left the bathroom and started to head back to the Living room and then to the club's VIP area.

Tantra followed her closely.

Once she got to the room Leila looked around to access the damage and started picking things up and organizing things like she once remembered it. Any bloodied or ripped items she gathered to be washed and she collected her purse as well. She made quick work of the place with what she had. Then she looked to her sire.

"Where is the box?"