Answered Ask : Maria - Blog Posts

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@volturimaster asked ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ - Maria

Stupid. She had been stupid, too reckless; something she had been so careful for the past several centuries not to be. The line between expanding her territory and not drawing the attention of the Italians was paper thin but she thought she had managed the dance so well, so delicately. Were it not for her trying to get her old lieutenant Whitlock back in line, leaving her army to be overseen by an arguably inferior replacement, she would maybe now not be faced with the threat of having her Queendom cut down. While Maria secretly did not acknowledge this strange, ancient covens dominion over the vampiric world - especially not over her territory - she had never been foolish enough to test them or admit it. Not yet. Many allied covens in the region had fallen from trying. They may not have been her rulers, but they had a power she was not prepared to challenge. Until now, that was. Now she didn't have a choice. She saw the two choices in front of her blaring from the red eyes of the ancient without him needing to say it, despite his calmness; bend the knee or die.

She isn't sure why the strange, dark-haired vampire wants her hand but all the survival instincts surging through her told her it wasn't good. Breath catches in her throat as she takes in her surroundings, the walls of the canyon seeming as though they were closing in. She is cornered, several of the guard blocking her exit as their presumed leader stalks toward her. A situation the Mexican commander is usually on the other end of, but now her own army was nowhere to be found. She was alone. A vulnerability she hasn't felt in centuries. Swallowing the rage bubbling from within - fighting this was no use - she tries the only other tool at her disposal. Her wits. "Qué es esto? I can assure you I have been careful." Another careful step backward, rocks crunching beneath her heel. "I only change strays, those half-dead already, those no one would miss." While she hardly showed it, Maria felt a sense of affection for her progeny. The forgotten, the beaten down. Like herself in her humanity. They would show the world who they really were; no one would forget their names again. Despite the thought, Maria continues to plead her case. "I keep them in line. No rules have been broken."

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@platiinums asked: “how about we don’t do that.” — Spike for Maria

Sweet nothings whispered into the ears of her would be progeny; a young, human man on the brink of unconsciousness in the alley of some lowly bar. Her senses lit up by the blood seeping from the knife wound at his side put there by other humans. Most of whom she had let go - a strategic move. A space left on the chessboard to move a pawn. The dying human would view her as his savior and, along with the frenzy of newly acquired vampiric senses, wish for vengeance on those who had attacked him. Violence and rage she could mould in her hands like putty. Allowing him his revenge and bloodlust would only make him more grateful to her, more malleable. Just what she needed in the perfect soldier. Sharp, red nails adorn slender fingers that move back the hair on his bruised, swollen face, eyes lulling back into his skull. Fangs extend, ready to inject her venom, when she is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Maria's browns do their own roll back into her skull before she drops the human with far less grace than she'd been deploying for her earlier performance of a gentle, angelic saviour. The flow had been ruined! She turns to face the younger vampire, fangs snapping back into her mouth but her disdain still saturating her features. "And why not?" Arms fold across her chest as heeled boots saunter closer to Spike, dark eyes peering up at him. "Last I checked this was my jurisdiction." She stops in front of him, but with a safe enough distance between them if she had to make a speedy exit. He may have been a younger vampire but Maria was not fool enough to take him in combat alone. "It's been a long time, William. What brings you to Mexico?"

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@devilsanddarlings asked "didn't think I'd see you again" (from jasper) (x)

Crimson lips curl in an almost devilish smirk knowing she had the element of surprise on her side. It always caught another off guard. And there was no one whose guard she wanted down more than Jasper Whitlock - not only so she could sink her tendrils under his skin as she so enjoyed, but because she'd seen what fearsome opposition he could become when challenged. "But you hoped you would si, mi amor?" Her sparkling browns, almost catlike, narrow as she slinks closer like a predator closing in on their prey. Such had always been their game "Haven't you missed me?"