|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 17, 2006 23:43:51 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Dark Tongues on Ancient Secrets Kiss the Flesh Goodbye The girl sat in the decrepit corner watching the time tick away before she needed to leave. Her business was highly of her own, and if she was late, consequences would be at the hand for hers. She looked away from the clock on the wall, and from her cornered window spot in the coffee shop saw an almost translucent figure wait on the other side of the street.
The figure, an old woman with pale white skin and a translucent glow took a step off the curb without looking and almost floated the first the few steps onto the black top. A car, closest to where the old lady was walking sped by; it clearly would have ran the old lady over. But instead it drove right through her as if she was a fixation of light. The next car followed through the old lady, who was a bit startled, as well.
But no one seemed to notice this except the girl sitting from her usual spot in the coffee shop she visited each morning. Her eyes widened and her grip around her cappuccino tightened. Throwing a few dollars on the table as she left the coffee shop she quickly ran out into the dank morning air to catch up with the old lady who had successfully crossed the street. The girl tapped her on the shoulder, and the old lady turned around, wide-eyed and frightened. "You can see me… and touch me?" She asked in a low raspy voice. Her curly white hair matched her white texture with little wrinkles to her face. Her amazing hazel eyes glimmered; the girl never had seen any prettier eyes.
The times they were in were dark, and no one spoke loud, and there were no smiles. Turmoil was the state of things. The once beautiful world had been ripped apart by the three things that made it happen.
“Yes, I can.” The girl replied, just as low in tone with a great annunciation on her words.
“How is this possible?” The old lady demanded, shifting her eyes to look at the neck of the girl standing in front of her.
“You’re a witch aren’t you?” The old lady spat out in disgust, seeing no bite marks.
“No, I’m pure-born.” The girl said annoyed.
“Then tell me why you can see me.” The old-lady said impatiently while the people around her dressed in cloaks of some sort whittled around the girl and walked through her.
“I can see you. I have that power.” The girl responded unsure of how to make the old lady believe her.
“That makes no sense! I know you can see me! I’m dead girl! I died a week ago from the plague!” The old woman hissed bitterly.
“You must be a witch then!” She added raising her voice and curling one of her eyebrows.
“I told you, I’m not.” The girl said, slightly parting her mouth to reveal two pearly white fangs on either side of her mouth.
“I don’t believe that. Witches’ have been known to conjure up fake fangs.” She said stubbornly.
“Well I don’t see proof that you’re a vampire either.” The girl replied, looking to the old lady’s neck.
“I’m pure-born.” She said proudly.
“Well good, that makes the both of us.” The girl said.
“How come you haven’t told me why you can see me then if you are a vampire?” She asked.
The girl looked up to the dark cloud; she had been feeling its strength lately on her. She almost feared it could kill her too, like the many immortals it had already sucked into its mass. The turmoil had begun years ago, when she was just a little girl, and only vaguely remembering it, it had been whispered many times to her. The supreme witches’ ruler, Arvada Dacoits, had gone into a rampage with their own people. Massacring thousands of wizards and witches.
This didn’t set well, with the Vampires and the Were’s. The Vampire ruler at that time, Jacques Liberia has issued a warrant for whoever could stop Arvada’s rampage would be rewarded.
This was done secretly, so that the Vampire communities were the only ones to know about this warrant. And once the general public found out about Jacques’ warrant, a large uproar turned against the Vamps.
A riot broke out in front of Jacques castle made up of Were’s who eventually burned down the premises to try and capture Jacques.
But Jacques had been seized earlier that day in a raid commanded by Arvada, who took Jacques as ransom to the Vampire community.
All three communities were now in battle, all across the world.
One now, must be wondering the pitfalls. How could the Vampire girl be out in daylight? That very thought, could be answered by Jacques, who had solved the mystery hundreds of years ago.
Arvada had been a genius at concocting potions and in his young years as a child developed the solution to Vampires light.
He called it the Axiom, a potion, once consumed by a Vampire would not make a Vampire cower and cringe in sunrise. It was surely the pride and joy of his time, and he basked in the limelight.
But he felt a bit too greedy, and wanted more of this control.
When Arvada became the age for a Witch or Warlock to be elected as Ruler, Arvada had went to Jacques, the Vampire who funded Arvada’s research in the Axiom. Using Jacques charismatic and popular like from the Vampires, Arvada steered himself into winning the election.
But clearly, the genius Arvada had turned into madness. After a few years as being the most admired and praised Witch and Warlock ruler, something snapped in Arvada.
A pang of jealousy succumbed the once honest being, and revenge sprang in his eyes.
The Were’s Ruler, a were-fox named Keya Sabot was the first to try and stop Arvada’s rampage, by asking her friend Anton Van Kirk, a warlock, for a potion to be made and sent to kill Arvada.
But Anton had done just the opposite and tipped off Arvada in a conspiracy which led to the murder of both Jacques and Keya.
The murder had been through Arvada’s genius potions and remarkable witchcraft skills. He had mastered one of the most lethal potions, the Dark Task. The Dark Task worked much like the Death Kiss given by a vampire, and the killing blow from a Were. Since magic restrictions had made all wands witches used inept to killing someone, lethal potions had not been restricted. Ingredients used in potions had been illegalized but since it wasn’t thought about, the potions hadn’t and Arvada got away with it.
Arvada was close to becoming the Ruler of all three communities before the Bloody Massacre Murder Party.
The B.M.M.P, a terrorist group of the Vampires had reassembled and sucked the life out of all Arvada’s council and Arvada himself, but the remains of Arvada’s body and the bodies of his closest followers had disappeared…
Things had simmered down for a few weeks until the new election of all three communities.
For the witching community, a witch named, Val Aerial was elected. For the Vamp community, a Vamp named Catatonia Belzoni was chosen and for the were’s, Charles Devout.
The three worked together, writing up agreements and appointing sub-leaders to control their communities while they worked on the government’s problems.
Even years later, things hadn’t settled within the three communities. The three rulers had managed to stay alive through the B.M.M.P attacks and, the world was swirling into a self-destruction.
But other Terrorist groups like the A. V.W. A (Anti-Vampire-Were Association) and the W.S.S (Were-Supernatural Superior) had been causing major problems. Just like the A.V.W.A had conjured a dark looming cloud over the entire dingy city that slowly killed Vampires.
The girl looked at the old woman, who sparked a thought of familiarity in her mind.
“I’m rare.” She said. “That is not a good enough answer!” The old-lady was trying to contain herself.
“Fine then, I’m a mediator as well as a Vampire. I’m here to help you. Your soul is cut in half. Half of your soul is still on Earth and the other half is wherever it belongs. Something is keeping you here. Some problem you had in your life.” The girl sharply told the lady whose impatience had subdued.
Although the old-lady was just a ghost, she burst out into tears. The girl, not wanting to make a more mysterious scene of talking to a soul not there, beckoned the old lady’s ghost at least to a nearby alley. “There, there.” The girl said as she sat her down. “My grandson’s….” She cried. The girl put her hand on the ghost’s back and reassuringly smiled.
“Everything will be alright as soon as you completely pass on, just take your time. Your eternity will be for the rest of time. You can wait until you go.” The girl said. “No…no…that’s not why I’m crying. I don’t mind being dead or half-dead at least.” The old lady stammered.
The girl looked at the watched strapped to her wrist, hidden under her cloak. She cursed looking at the time. “What’s it to you dear?” The ghost asked. “I need to get to work, what’s your name…can you meet me here at sundown?” The girl asked. “It’s Elena, and what else have I to do? You better be here… times aren’t safe.” The old lady said. “Times haven’t been safe since I was born.” The girl said angrily, starting to run.
|
|
|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 18, 2006 0:02:37 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Vampire is Death, As Misery is to me
Her cloak flew behind her as she ran down the grey side walks filled with quiet and sulking Vampires. The girl knew this, because, the city had segregated itself so that the three communities didn’t clash. She kept running, looking at the cold angry eyes, many on their way to work, or to a restaurant for some blood.
She slipped quietly down a dark alley, unobserved by anyone and ran down the dark and clammy corridor until she slowed down into a walk. They surely wouldn’t mind her being a few minutes late.
Water dripped from the buildings on either side of her, the emergency exit stairs encrusted with rust and broken hinges.
But as she gotten closer, taking another turn down a twisting alley that connected itself, a guardian stood outside the door. “You’re late.” He said, much taller and built then the girl, and in a deep voice. He was a massive towering figure with a dark complexion and a long bow waiting at his side. The girl bowed her head in disgrace. “They are not pleased.” He said thickly. “But heavens, forgive?” She said in a low voice. “Girl, you better have a better explanation, I warn you.” He said opening the door for her.
The girl stepped around the large man and forward into the dark, mock room of castle. A council paced in front of her, and stopped as she stepped on the rug. “Down, you insolent fool. Waste our time for your pleasure? We give you a life, a sanctuary, and you repay us by wasting our time? Never again! See Drake, we had to wake him without you. Audacious girl, you’d repay us with your soul if it was up to me!” A council Vampire named Roderick spat out disgusted. “I am appallingly sorry for my delay Master.” She bowed her head once more.
When she didn’t continue, Roderick grabbed her by the hair and pushed her forward to go see the top council member Drake.
Drake was the girls’ savior, as she believed. She was just a very young Vampire when her entire family was killed by Witches. When she was left alone in the dangerous infested streets to find someone to help her, fate brought her to Drake. He told the little girl that he would help her, and take care of her. Put her under his guarding wing. She scared and naïve, with dark stained teary eyes took her first steps into the twisting alley she had just come from. As she did walk down the alley, holding the hand of Drake, her small eyes wandered nervously to the grimy walls of the buildings on either side of her. They watched the rats scour out garbage and the puddles of dirty water that dripped down from the scaffolding and roof tops. From her arrival, she was brainwashed by Drake, entranced by his words and charisma, and only a small girl, she would believe anything. She at first hated the Witches and trained everyday, for one day she vowed to take retribution and revenge on them. Drake was impressed by her fighting skills, both without a weapon and with. He watched her defeat his toughest loyalists without trouble and made her his prize. Her uniquely ivory skin and piercing eyes matched with a dark hair that had a wet look to it. Her eyes disseminated a glassy and odious stare, and yet held a soft light tone deep inside. Drake studied her, studied how she would talk to Miranda. Miranda was the other girl in the…covenant. She was intriguing and interesting. More of wit then of strength, she demised most of the plans for the… Death Dealers to carry out, and materialized and developed new weapons. She had straight blonde hair and intense blue-green eyes that cut into you. Drake studied the girl’s actions and could even pick out what she was thinking at times. He had come to know her inside and out. The only thing he needed to do was bite her.
The girl entered Drake’s sepulcher-like dormitory. Its stone walls and flooring and dimly lit ambiance created a dark mood. Drake sat crossed-legged on a wooden throne, his long white fingers touching at the finger tips propped up by his elbows leaning on his knees. He had platinum blonde hair, almost a silver, gelled back tight to his skull, and black pupils which dotted the white of his eyes. He was even paler and whiter then the girl was, to show he was much older then the girl. A deep gaunt look penetrated his face. “Saline.” He seductively whispered through gritted teeth. “Yes Master.” Saline, the girl, said bowing to one knee with her head stooped. “Beloved child, need not to obeisance in my presence. Come, pet, closer to me, I do not bite.” He chuckled, even more charismatic then her. “Obeisance?” Saline asked softly as she slowly got up and walked closer to her Master. “My pet, it means to curtsy or bow, I see, much for you to learn. But, I have for you good news, pet. Tally it well dear. Forth been my decision.” He said clapping his hands together. “My Lord, I am not being reprimand or punished? But, I have done wrong! Oh please Master, I do not warrant your kindness!” She pleased with desperation in her voice, once more dropping to her knees and holding her hands together. She spoke much differently then she had on the street. “Child, child, child, you learn from your mistakes, this is your first time having a mistake since we’ve unleashed you to the streets. You’re Venom, darling, a weapon, a power unfolding throughout your veins, and a menace to society. A diamond in this world that is a coal. You’re rare and I’ve noticed that from the very beginning when I guided you to a better life then you have ever known. You’re prepared, and I have reliance on you to carry out my legacy. Train, pet, with me, and for the prime time you will cease to remember all old activities, and commit to memory the surreptitious and clandestine workings of my psyche and proficiency!” He tongued, embracing each word delicately and vigorously and loudly annunciating others. Saline stared at him, eyes wide and traumatized by his proposal to her. No one has ever trained with her Master, as he has never seen any one fit enough to do so. He stood up in a one quick sweeping motion, and trotted down the steps to where she was still kneeling. Putting a finger lightly underneath her chin he guided her to his level and stared intently in her eyes. His hand moved to her cheek and then to her neck, where he held her in concentration. He tilted her neck to the opposite side and made his way closer to her neck. His eyes devilishly mounted to the spot where he wanted to bite. But her idle eyes, hypnotized by his soft touch, shot wide once again. She stepped back forcefully. “I’m sorry Master; my past is not ready to be consumed.” She shook her head disgracefully. Drake looked for a second, heated, and then softened his gawk. “Pet, absolve me, it is my wrong accusation that accosted me with your distress. But am I inclined to your acceptance. Will you opt to train with me, your instructor?” He asked, his voice properly the tone it had been. “Master, I would shed a blemish to my status and reputation if I were to decline.” Her voice carried out nobly and strongly.
|
|
|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 18, 2006 15:47:00 GMT -5
Chapter 3: I’ll Sleep These Thrills Off
Saline was standing in the middle of a large dark room. As Drake stood next to her, he clapped his hands once and let his hands fade in the air. The room slowly illuminated with torches on the sides and the room was just as dark as Drake’s dormitory. The floor, unlike the rest of the place, was a faded polished wooden floor. Mats were placed in certain corners along with a shooting range to one corner and an obstacle course. The room was once an old warehouse now abandoned and refurbished as the training room. Drake took a step forward and the massive room echoed. His hands moved to the front of his neck to the tie that held the strings to his cape together. After he untied the knot he swirled the cape around and threw it across the room onto a bench. Saline followed in his lead with her own trench coat. Drake walked quickly over to a mat and pointed to it. “There are no safety mats in a real brawl, take a seat on it and linger!” He commanded his finger still stationary. Saline slowly walked over to the mat and sat crossed-legged on it, fully obeying her Master. “Master, what does this instruct?” She asked, bowing her head to the mat. “Speak, no words, this meditation, fighting with another person takes more mental preparation then physical. You must trust yourself more then anyone. Learn your flaws, and you shall have mastered them if you have found them. Defense is stronger then offense, you cannot defeat someone if they are able to defeat you first. Guarding your mind so no one can break in is a skill, which I have not even mastered. I can read some thoughts but the emotions counteracting against me from you are too strong. You need to master this ability, to break into your rival’s deepest thoughts and there next move. That is why; I am going to teach you how to break into someone’s thoughts. But first, I must rupture into yours. Find out how to penetrate your internal workings. Let me share the psyche of yours. Pet, let me challenge you to fend off my willpower. Your mentality is stronger then your wants, you need to fight off my wants. Do so Pet, and I will now entreat and feast myself upon your private thoughts.” Drake said, pacing until he stooped in front of Saline and held her temples. “Master, I don’t know how to keep you from getting into my thoughts without biting me.” She said sadly. “Don’t fear, pet, just imagine all your thoughts in a chest, locked inside, imagine the defenses you’d guard in front of it, keep your mind closed to all foreign thoughts and think about some useless fact. Something we all know and don’t want to hear again. Try it child, I will give you a few moments before I try and unlock your mind.” He said soothingly back to her, massaging her temples. She concentrated all her thoughts into an imaginative highly guarded vault; she made sure it was unable to be penetrated. There were guards around it, a combination lock that was many numbers long, an alarm system and anything else she could possibly think of as a defense. And she concentrated her mind on the coffee shop she went to every morning. “Pet, I am going to try now!” His voice boomed as he stood up in a fighting stance. His eyes were squinted into an immense look of concentration. Saline felt a sharp pain slice through her spine; she sat straight up and gripped the mat, keeping her secrets and thoughts locked inside her mind. Drake yelled out in frustration, he tried harder and harder to break her mind and find everything he wanted to know out. The pain that had carved itself into Saline’s back shot up into her skull; it felt like her skull was going to combust. “I WILL NOT GIVE IN!” She screamed in suffering. She was now curled over the mat, clutching her head, thinking solely about the coffee shop. The aroma of the coffee, the seat by the window, the clock on the wall, ticking away eternity.
“SUCCUMB TO MY POWERS!” Drake screeched, infuriated how well she was keeping her mind closed. She screamed out as more pain entered her shaking body. She was scared; her memories could not be broken into. Drake dropped his hands to his side and his knees to the ground and panted as he knew he failed. Saline stayed motionless, sprawled out on the floor in writing pain. “Saline…” He puffed, his own mind drained of comprehension. “Master…” She called back, even softer then his own voice. Tears augmented her eyes, which turned into a fiery red. As their breathing slowed down, Saline was able to sit herself up, sore, weak, and fatigued from fighting off his attempt to break in. “Master, never do that again to me.” She cried, pulling her head into her knees. “That is it for the day.” He said out of breath standing up. He walked over to the bench and grabbed his cape, leaving Saline to herself. As he walked out of the training room he passed Miranda who stopped him. “Master, I was just informed that you were training with Saline. Is she still there, I have an invention for her use and need her to exercise it. Is she still there?” She asked kindly. Drake swung his cape around his shoulders, “Yes, she is. Training has drained her, as am I, she will be alright. She is much stronger then I thought.” His voice sounded cold and like he had to resolve a problem. “Oh well, I can see her, no?” Miranda asked. “Fine. But she’ll be not the great patron of your art at the moment.” He said, pushing his way past her. Miranda gently opened the door to the training room. She could see the dark clothed figure of Saline curled up in the farthest corner from where she was. “Saline!” She called out before running over to her friend. She kneeled next to Saline and lifted her face up. “Oh you poor thing, what did he do to you?” Miranda asked staring intently into Saline’s eyes. “We trained.” She responded, using the remaining strength in her body to lift her back into a sitting position. “Well, while I have your undivided attention, listen. This new gun, tested on the subject you brought in earlier this week, killed them instantly. I think you should use this, starting immediately… oh fine, here drink up.” Miranda said, starting out with explaining the special type of weapon in her hand but then removing her sleeve to reveal her wrist. “I’m not that type of way injured, I will recover brusquely. But for now, I need more directions on this weapon. And you said, it killed the subject I brought in? Impossible! You shouldn’t have used him for target practice Miranda; he could have led us to some valuable information!” Saline said, jumping topics. “No, he couldn’t have, we gave him the truth tonic and he must have been bewitched because he couldn’t have even talk. No use holding onto a malfunction.” Miranda argued. “Yes, but there is another way to find out what he was thinking, as was demonstrated on me by Drake. Drake just tried to break into my mind, he told me how to prevent him from doing so and I did. The warlock would have had no way of repelling the mind intrusion because of the truth tonic. But I wouldn’t know how to break into someone’s mind. Drake didn’t teach me that.” Saline said rubbing her head. “Oh no. He tried to!?” Miranda asked her eyes widening. She placed the gun next to her. “Yes he did, and he has been trying to get into my thoughts a lot lately, just this morning he tried to bite me. Using his seductive method to try and hypnotize me.” Saline said, annoyed. “He wants something from you Saline. Keep a guard with you at all times, it is not safe around him. There’s reason to believe he needs your memories to put something at past to an end. Maybe he thinks your memories can bring down the…” Miranda said before being interjected by Saline. “Enough, Miranda, do you believe that he would be working against what he created? Sure, Drake is mysterious, upon all Vampires he has to be the most secretive. Do you realize what just happened? Drake tried to get into my mind, but couldn’t. One of the most powerful Vampires couldn’t, this means I could most likely be stronger then him. He knows this, so he is going to try and drain me, find my weak spot, and pull my feet from under me. What you said before could be right; he could be planning against all of us. That’s why we all need to keep our minds closed in his presence. Miranda, favor, find anything you could on Mind Breaking, I want to learn.” Saline explained. She steadied herself on Miranda and with her help stood up. Miranda grabbed the gun from the floor and switched the gun in Saline’s holster with that one. “I haven’t even practiced with that one yet.” She tried to object. “Yes, but you will need it, as you agreed and said, Drake could be planning against us. And he knows you know he will try to get into your mind, he might send for people to weaken you. You’ll need your best defense.” Miranda said, weighing the possibilities at hand. “I just hope you’re not right Miranda, because I will need a stronger mentality then I have.”
“Drake, I’m taking Saline out for some blood, she needs it. We will be back later.” Miranda called out to their Master. As they were out in the alley way, Saline leaning slightly on Miranda for support, they hurried as fast as they could out onto the street. “Miranda do you realize our conversations aren’t safe anywhere?” Saline figured. “I do. We need a cover, keep our secrets sworn. I’m going to research how we could talk through our minds.” Miranda said. “That isn’t a very good idea. Our thoughts could be intercepted at any given moment.” Saline disagreed. “But how could we figure what we know? We’ll be obligated to talk out our knowledge. This is worse then our minds being broken into.” Conferred Miranda. “No, if our minds broken into, our most precious undisclosed information is for the grab by anyone. Our mind will be drained from it, I know how it feels, and, judging by the immense pain I was put through for a failed attempt the endurance of it might be a lot worse!” Saline questioned Miranda’s idea.
Both Saline and Miranda sat down in a Blood Café not to far from their hideout. Saline regained most her energy from the meal and they ate, talking about the government. Miranda was Saline’s only friend, not even Drake she considered.
Drake was more of a, presence. A presence that was neither good nor bad, just there. He controlled most of Saline’s actions and referred to her as ‘pet’ or ‘slave’ or his ‘child.’ Drake believed Saline was his masterpiece and project, in both ways. He treated her like none-other, with more regard and respect then anyone at the convent.
“Miranda I have a meeting at sundown, someone I met.” Saline said, secretly knowing that not even Miranda knew her power. “How is Drake going to let you go?” Miranda said pulling a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I haven’t thought of it yet, but I promised this Vampire I’d supply help to them. I mean, Drake should let me out early since of the training. Maybe I can get out at ten minutes early.” Saline supposed. “We’ll just excuse you from the feast then. Come on now, we need to get back to change. We should get there early so you could leave early.” Miranda said leaving money on the table. The two Vampires left the café, and headed back to the alley and then to their ‘home.’ The place was more of an industrialized Victorian mansion, hidden in the alley way. Only those who knew of it could find it. They called it their home, because they lived there. Miranda and Saline entered the mansion and headed to their rooms. After Miranda got dressed in her elaborate ball gown she came to see if Saline was ready. But Saline was curled over a book, reading intently. “Oh, Miranda, you look gorgeous.” Said Saline looking up from the book. “Thank you Saline, but you have to get ready. What are you wearing?” Miranda said twirling around in her dress. Miranda’s dress was a dark purple, with bows adorning the bell shaped bottom and lace around the dropping neckline and the hems. Her hair was curled and half pinned up a bow. The dress that Saline pointed to was a silky black and red corseted dress. It had strings to be tied in the back of it and also a bell shaped bottom. “Put it on!” Giggled Miranda trying to get the book away from Saline. “No. I’m reading about what we were talking about. This is too important!” Saline said seriously. “Saline, pick up on it later! Your meeting with whoever cannot wait like you said. So get it on, now!” Miranda said, sick of Saline’s stubbornness. “Fine!” Saline spat, putting a bookmark on the page and putting it aside. Once the two were, ready looking both very gorgeous they promenaded to the dining hall. Where a large old wooden table sat dressed in silverware for many people. The head seat, Drake’s seat, was unoccupied as he was the last one to be seated at the table, the guests were starting to arrive and take the places they always did. Once everyone was seated, waiting quietly for Drake to arrive, he did so. Everyone stood up as he came to his chair and as he wavered his hands in a sinking motion the table inhabitants all sat down except for Drake. “Brethrens, gathered all to this feast! I show my gratitude to you all for your journey to this table tonight! I boast superior innovations to our presence. I will not escort ourselves into a long dialogue like the banquets before ours but will come straight to the summit. So fore mostly, as most of you will know, my primary and esteemed possession is in my eyes. She has subjugated all my beliefs of doubt by the feat she proved to me this very daybreak. I present to you the utmost heiress of mine! Saline! Stand upbeat, Pet.” He boomed. Saline’s eyes widened at his summoning, no one had expected this. There had been rumor of talk that Drake was going to choose a heir, but herself? As the applause beckoned Saline to her feet, she did just so, and took a small curtsy of gratitude. The applause broke down into silence and waved her on to say something. “I-I had no acknowledgement of this refinement to myself. I don’t see myself laudable of this position but commend my Master that I will live up to his name. Regrettably, I will need to leave ten minutes early from this feast for a preceding arrangement. I apologize with my most sincere heart and hope to spend this time in well with you all. I give my prevalence and new-found obligation as Heiress to my Master. Thank you all for joining us in this exquisite banquet.” She said amiably to the guests. Saline looked over to Miranda who had a look of both vagueness and congratulations held in her eyes.
|
|
|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Mar 1, 2006 18:32:32 GMT -5
Chapter 4: “Destroy All Vampires” Cried Their Plea
Saline sat down after an ovation from the table’s guests and waited for the banquet to be served. Miranda took this opportunity to pardon herself from the table and visit Saline, since they were not seated close to each other. “Did you see the manner Drake watched you as you spoke?” She whispered into Saline’s ear once she had made her way to. “Yes, I did glimpse over to him. Let us not converse it now.” Saline murmured back to Miranda. Miranda nodded her head and left Saline to go sit back at her table spot. Several butlers and waiters of the mansion appeared in the doorways and moved with ease throughout the table placing silver platters in certain spots. They lifted the brimming with glossy reflection lids to reveal the exotic and well-presented meals for the dinner. Some slight gasps from the table guests at the content of the provisions, the scarcity of it that lay before them caused shock. An old Vampire sitting next to Saline started to prattle to the Vampire next to him about existing events. “Ah yes, the mortals are moving closer into this city. The dim-witted rulers have sent all of their armies to attend to the boundaries. The next assail has to be postponed! Damn mortals, we might have to launch a campaign of attacks on them to keep them away. We could even keep some as pets, it would be good, we wouldn’t want the Were’s making more of their own kind. Stupid creatures!” He slurred out in a drunken thick foreign accent. “Oh ya! I am of the same mind! Their feigned their own death! Certainly their must be a way to fend ‘em off. Ha, ha, ha! I guess for the years the Rulers have tried to surpass the feud they’ve forgotten all about the little insects that prey to kill us and both fear us! Insolence is what I call this government!” She screeched out in just as bad English as the other Vampire. “Excuse me, I heard Drake talking about this. We are going to attack the mortals soon, yes, but we need to conclude the plan to be more discreet. We cannot let the fools know who caused the genocide of many mortals. We won’t completely terminate them either; we have the power and numbers too. But, there’s many Vampire hunters among them, even some live in this city, and whenever they get he chance they strike with efficiency.” Saline joined in. They looked at her with curling thin lips. “Ah, Drake’s little pet! Did Drake tell you to say that? What a little runt you are, breaking into elder’s conversation. You keep your nose out of our business young.” The Vampire next to her hissed. Saline lifted up an eyebrow, “Well, I do hope you don’t take my warning seriously. That way a Vampire Hunter can drive a stake through your black hearts. I do hope so. In addition if we kill all the mortals as you are suggesting to, the armies would find out it was us, because how could hundreds of Vampires not be seen feeding on the necks of mortals? And don’t doubt me; there is no way we could send just a few of us to terminate them all. I think on my own, for your own purpose! Also, we can’t attack anyone until the armies move to the boundaries. If we did attack them, they wouldn’t go to the boundaries now would they?” Saline furiously said in her clean cut accent. She stood up from the table, discarding the food on her porcelain plate and stormed off heatedly to the lounge area. The fire crackled warmly in the fireplace, dimly lighting the furnished room, as she paced for a bit. “Pet, come back to dinner. Apologize to Monsieur Andre and Mademoiselle Le Bevier! They are wealthy and vital patrons to our cause and have been loyal for our years!” Drake said rushing into the room. “I will not, Master. They doubted me and have not taken my word. The old fools have no right to, and I want the death of them, more then they do.” Said Saline abruptly. “But they know of not, pet. Is this the kind of reputation who bring upon you as my successor?” He barked. “No, not at all. But maybe, Master, you are the one trying to save your own. You believe that my actions reflect upon your choice. If you haven’t known, let me fill you in, I’m rash Drake.” She said fiery, defying him completely. His eyes widened and he took a few steps closer. “If that would be so then I would have chosen someone who I could control! I’m not a selfish being. And are you forgetting your consign, pet? I am Master, not ‘Drake’ to you.” He corrected, furiously. “I’ve have had it! I’m taking a walk, ‘master.’ I need the time to file my thoughts on this. You cannot abandon that I have a mind too, and needs as well. I do as I please.” She stated, walking out of the room and up into her quarters. She changed out of her beautiful dress and put back on her black slim trench coat over her regular attire. She graced each step down the stairwell and made her way into the foyer, and finally out into the cold polluted night. She walked passed another guard, different from the one she was yelled at by this morning and shuffled at out the alleyway as fast as she could. It was not completely time to go and meet up with Elena, the spirit of a Vampire she had promised to meet up with at sundown this morning. The sun was slowly burning into a fiery pit in the horizon, blocked out by all the skyscrapers, apartment builders, warehouses, and clubs. Saline waited on the corner where her coffee shop was, and just waited casually, like everyone else with grim faces was. They were all waiting for the crossing light to change so they could go about their furtive business. None of them talked, and if they did it was a low murmured whisper, veiled to all curious ears. The light changed and the crowd grumpily moved off the curb and across the street to carry out their business. But Saline stayed put, being pushed by some of the impatient bystanders, just trying to let some time pass. The thoughts in her head weren’t clear. They were confusing her and the only thing she did understand was that she wasn’t safe holding her life. She looked to the East and could see the fragments of the sun plunging into the ground. She took her motions into walking towards the alley she promised she’d meet Elena in.
She had no idea why she was trusting this ghost, this ghost needed her help though. But she might get tangled in the ghost’s previous arrangements before her early death. These previous arrangements which left this ghost still scattered among Earth and wherever the soul was to go could blow Saline’s cover. Or worse yet, get her involved in a scandal.
She hurried past a pair of parents with their child, a small young boy with brown hair. Brown hair was not that uncommon, the only color hair that was, was red hair. Red hairs could also be considered Hybrids, since they were mostly birthed from a Were-fox or even a red-haired witch. It was tremendously looked down upon, having red hair, in the streets.
Whizzing into the alley that she had previously affianced with Elena, she sat down on the vacant and wrecked bench waiting for the ghost to arrive. She nervously looked around, and out into the street, where the darkness out in the open was coming to match the complete darkness in the alley.
The shadows of the figures passing by bounced softly on the grimace faced walls of the building in front of Saline. The building, an elderly, tattered, and abandoned establishment had once been an apartment complex, once with flourishing colored plants and flowers and a classic and ancient sensation that dripped off its brimming appearance. The building had been shut down, from constant B.M.M.P threats since the owner had a bad reputation with them. He wasn’t able to sell the building before he was murdered by them so it was left here to rot and decay.
As she was staring obliviously at the corroding structure, a milk-white lucent figure materialized through it. Saline jumped up in surprise and the old-lady gave a little chuckle. “Didn’t mean to startle you dear. But this is where I’ve been staying, other then what I have been doing.” She tittered. “It’s relatively alright. By the way, I didn’t bestow you my name this first light, it’s Saline.” She said standing up completely. “Well dear, I assume you’ve done this more times then me, but where do we initiate?” She said kindly. “Sit, we necessitate to do a diminutive research in your mind. You seemed very upset over something when we earlier met. Would you mind telling me?” Saline said as they both took a seat on the bench. Elena’s eyes turned subtle as she gazed off to the side for a moment, recollecting her thoughts and her pride.
“I have these two grandsons, you see. I reckon it is because I never got to say good bye to them that I am still here. I had a notion about what you said to me this morning, so I’ve been thinking about how my immolation has affected the people I love around me. Since I departed this life, I’ve been visiting my two boys, and have become such a wreck. My younger one, he is healing well, I have seen him smile and am not at all worried about him.” She explained, her facial expressions rose and fell along with her voice with the emotions she was feeling. She gave a grim expression before she started to speak again. “But,” she started, “my older grandson, is clearly not coping with my loss. I was the closest thing he had, I heard him saying, other then for his brother. He is in shambles, hasn’t gone to work, hasn’t eaten, and barely has said a word. He is a disaster, staying in his room all day, painting, or drinking, or doing something completely stupid. It hurts me to see and know how much pain I’m putting him through, and I can’t stop it!” She said desperately. Saline looked down into her lap for a second in thought.
“Elena, I have a suggestion.” She said quietly, watching her eyes glint and glass up in tears. “Tell me dear.” She whispered softly. “Perhaps, I should get to know this grandson of yours. And while doing so, I know of a potion, I could get off the Black Market. This potion will enable you to touch things, but not be seen, much like a poltergeist. It is illegal, except for Witches’ who have mastered Mediation. I know of this, because I’ve used it before. You will be able to write on a piece of paper telling him everything you want. This potion has a set time limit, if I can remember clearly it is 42 hours. It is the only thing I can think of at the moment. Now, we will need to get to work on this right away. The thing is, he won’t understand, so I’ll befriend him and when we become close friends I’ll tell him that I can see ghosts. He may not believe me, but its merit a shot, and there are other ways of making you believe someone. He’ll think you communicating to him is a hoax. Do you like the idea?” Saline said, avoiding certain details to an extent.
“Yeah, it will work I hope. It is my only hope as of now. Well would you like to meet them? They don’t live that far from here, no, not at all, just a block or two.” She said. “And what do I say when I appear on their doorstep?” Saline questioned, and following Elena as she stood up. “That an angel from hell sent you.” She gave a little laugh.
|
|
|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Mar 13, 2006 20:09:26 GMT -5
Chapter 5: Is It The Ghost?
Saline followed the ghost, who moved flawlessly through the multitude of people fleeing from the streets which were being gloved into the night. “Oh! My, my, we are almost there. I warn you, my grandson, will be irritable and not himself. If he annoys you or bothers you in anyway, dismiss it, he’s been suck a wreck.” She said, walking through a few Vampires. Saline nodded, aware the ghost would not see the gesture and pardoned herself from squishing in between the two Vampires Elena had floated through. A few more apartments down, the ghost stopped on the street, in front of another building that had lost its grandeur. Vines crawled up its stone walls, and faded window with chipped paint sat gloomily in their cracking sills. It was a building much like the rest of the city, a Grandeur waste product spat out into the depravity of industrialization. Saline stood next to the ghost, imagining how sumptuousness it once could have held in its grace. “Elena, I really do need an excuse. Today, people don’t just expect to invite some random girl in they meet at their front door. Supplementary to what I just said, you said your grandson was a wreck, most likely depressed, he isn’t going to want to perceive anyone.” Saline figured. Elena deposited a finger to her jaw, “Well pace around, you’re a radiant girl, you’ll think of something.” Saline took Elena’s recommendation and started to saunter in ovals in consideration. A few minutes passed and Elena asked Saline if she had thought of anything, and to both of their dismay nothing had stroked either of their minds.
That is, until the door to the building creaked open, stopping Saline and Elena mutually from their stride and contemplations. Saline looked up, since the stature on the peak of the several steps was peering at her. “That’s him, my grandson.” Elena whispered, almost frightened she would be heard. The silence that followed thereafter was nerving as both Saline and the Vampire before her studied each other. She firstly noticed his eyes, the rheum of intoxication held in them almost gave justice to the magnificent form he was. His hair, a shoulder length jet black mess which gave an eerie but vindicated affect to his whole glorious face, while his mysterious and sinister dark hazel eyes, sullenly stood out in his white complexion. He parted his chapped lips to expose two razor-sharp fangs and a small upward pull on his lips which he desperately tried to conceal. His hand still loosely attached to the doorknob, and his body hunched over intrigued Saline, in which she in return was being diagnosed to his liking.
He too, was posed in ecstasy, a trance of the emotions that flowed through his veins, the very adrenaline that fueled his main want. His eyes touched every curve and every divine area he could see. His heart, filled to the brim with grief and nostalgia from his grandmother’s passing had now been washed over in an impulse of love struck mess. The thought of suspicion from her, in which he had seen through the window and wondered why she was pacing and hadn’t left yet, had vanished. The burning question in his clouded delirious mind wondered, why this angel had fallen on to his doorstep.
“What’s going on?!” Elena once again whispered unaware of the connection and godly pull between them. But Saline, didn’t even hesitate to answer, didn’t even look to Elena, and didn’t even pose a response. Her heart was frozen and stunned, in this the torturous and painful feeling that was stuck in her heart.
Vampires are known for their attraction to one another, how fate and the stars choose two destined to be together. The stars, only seen at night had given the impression that Vampires were strictly night creatures. Sunrises and sets were the deadly cause. Even Arvada Dacoits potion, the Axiom sole purpose was to let Vampires be out during those times, and stay completely safe from the midday sun.
His lips quivered the dry words that escaped his mouth etched into her memory. They weren’t sweet or special; they were words his mind had tried to focus on.
“I noticed you were here in front of my house, are you lost?”
Her eyebrow neither lifted at these words, nor spectacular was her response, but it could be a lot.
“I was guided here.” “By an angel?” He asked, taking a step down.
Her whole body shook with delight.
“Yes, and they have a memorandum for you that they wanted me to give you.” Was her response.
He took another step down, the vibration speeding through her veins. “What is it then? That only an angel can bring upon my dwelling.” His words seemed to change.
For the first time, Saline glanced at Elena, who had just caught on to what was beautifully blooming. “Tell him, I love him. That everything is right. That he needs to let time ease his pain so I can g to where I belong. Tell him you’re here for him.” She said quickly, anticipating his response and her soul’s freedom.
Saline gave a smile, and having both Elena’s grandson and Elena in view she spoke Elena’s message. “She wants you to know that she loves you, that your ailing heart needs to mend…because of me. She needs you to love her and forget that she’s gone, to move along because she needs to set her soul free. Everything will be alright, promise it to her. She’s right here, and as long as you say the words, her soul and rest in peace.” Saline said, motioning her arm slowly to where Elena was.
Elena’s grandson looked to where Elena was desperately standing for an answer. He gave a seductive smile and took a further step down, reaching the pavement which Saline stood on. “Grandma, I love you. I will be just fine, you can go now, and I know you need too. Bye Grandma.” He said. Elena smiled and raised her hand to the level of her face. As she waved it, the light that once was her projected into thin air, leaving a mist where she once was. And she was gone, just like that.
“Who are you?” He asked, sensing the complete depart of his grandmother. “I’m Saline, I…I was able to see your grandmother, and I promised her I help her fully abscond from this world, since she was partially trapped here.”
“Oh, that it?” He asked his eyes dark glimmering in the moonlight. “Apparently so, but dear sir, I haven’t had the fortune to grasp your name.” She quipped taking her first step closer to him.
Only a foot away, her remained stationary, “My name, precious Lady, is Gerard.” Saline couldn’t help but let a playful smile tug on her lips to a being she barely knew.
But yet, she knew, once a Vampire became in love, it was forever, sealed in the stars and she should be no stranger to this feeling, because they were destined.
Maybe they were star-crossed.
“Oh, fool, you act like you don’t know what’s going on. You know the fate. Stop acting like a stranger.” Saline growled playfully, sticking her chin up.
His eyes gleamed even more and he took another step so their noses were inches away. “I won’t pretend.” He breathed, closing into her neck. She tilted her head upward and received his lips, kissing all the way down to her collarbone.
What he couldn’t see was a look of worriment in her eyes. This could never be found out…. Drake would murder her… This made her tear, and when a salty tear dripped off her chin to his cheek, he looked up and into her eyes. “What ails your beauty?” He said soothingly. His eyes sparkled and his hands caressed her face. “This isn’t meant to be. We’re star-crossed. If discovered, me with you, I’ll be murdered. I can’t give myself away like this. If this goes on, we’ll be found out. We’ll never be permissible to see each other again, he’ll take me forever, and we’ll never be together again. My vocation is the primary in my existence. He said I could never love because I won’t be focused in work. Oh, I’m in too deep already. I’ve just met you…this isn’t right…it’s all too rapid.” She cried.
He took her into a deep hug and whispered softly in her ear. “Angel, angel, there is no sentiment stronger then what I feel to you. Can’t you see you’re afraid of the shadows? Come, darling; let me teach you that trepidation is only a scent of life, and that you can learn to like it.” He slid his hand into hers and pulled on her softly. She wiped away her face and followed him up the stairs and into the foyer of his house. The boards underneath them creaked as he led her up another staircase.
It is amazing how everything she once was had changed. All because of him, a being she had just fell into acquaintance. In which case she happened to be in love with this foreigner. Like written in the stars, the life of beings with sensations and touches burly and complete can destroy every reverie once held in each newly found lover’s heart.
|
|
|
Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Mar 26, 2006 22:35:23 GMT -5
Chapter 6: To Love an Instant is To Love a Lifetime
The young being that Saline’s heart had set its desire to, led her to a room on the second floor of the building. The room was murky and drained of all feelings of optimism. There were two windows, both on the same wall but to different sides, where ruffled and laced crimson curtains hung, closing out what little metropolis luminosity was disseminated. It was alit from a gas jet in a corner by the bed, turned low to create a spasm of light to dance and perform on the walls adjoining to it. A closet was to the right of the bed, closed in its own corner. Its dark oak splendor was playing host to the dancing gas jet lights. There were no paintings or pictures on the walls, except for drawings and artwork of all sorts. “You drew these?” She said slowly, walking from his side to an artwork that caught her eye. She commenced in looking at them as he walked up behind her, slipping his hands on her waist. His head rested on her shoulder and whispering into her ear he confirmed that he had drawn all these stunning pictures. But his lips started to kiss her neck, and in shocked surprise she pulled away from him and stared him in the eyes. “I just thought I should know more about you…” He couldn’t finish before she interrupted him. “Don’t presuppose everything. There are things not to be meddled with in my head, and, if they are bothered, my love, I might have to eliminate you.” She imposed. “But, everyone had skeletons in their closets.” He said sorrowfully. “Not me, I have a graveyard in mine. And until I learn how to liberate my head of these nightmares you will know what I have told you.” She instructed bitterly. “Then tell me, tell me what you’d like me to know.” His voice soft as his hand glided through the space between them and took her hand into his own. In the dim light she moved forward so she was leaning against him. Her eyes fluttering from his eyes to his lips and her hands, both free, lightly held his neck. With one of her hands she tilted his head to the side where she slowly punctured her teeth into his neck. She slowly feasted up his memories without his consent. Pulling slowly back from her bloody kiss, she didn’t bother to wipe the blood from her lips. The blood made her skin seem even whiter, as it slid down her chin. She had never bitten another Vampire before, it was custom that when you met your soul mate that was to be done. It could be used as a violent weapon and a powerful source of aid. “I know everything about you, which is all for now you need to know about me.” Her voice a bit raspy, but nonetheless quiet but informative to him. This led his face inch towards her, his lips brushing against her bloody ones, and evolving them in a kiss. He tasted his own blood, which had no effect on him at all, but led a sweet sensation fill his body. His inhibitions wanted to take her right then and there, but a haste decision could turn to a rash one. She seemed to want it also, but he tried to pay no attention to her almost plead for it. The grandfather clock in the room below them struck midnight twelve times, and her eyes widened. Had time passed that fast through just kissing? She surely couldn’t stay here the night. Drake would find her. Drake would know, and Drake would not like at all. He would not like it at all so much that he would have them both exterminated.
“I need to go!” Saline’s desperate voice rang out in the room. “Why, where have you to go?” Gerard’s voice said softly. “You’ll learn in time my love. For when I do let you know everything, you will know it well, and on a day that I am…free. All must be so bewildering to you. I’m remorseful love.” She said pulling his wrist along as she made her way down the stair way. “Gerard, you were home… and with who?” A voice from the living room said. “Mikey? Oh yes, this is Saline. But she has to go. Saline, dear, this is my brother Mikey.” Gerard introduced while leading her into the foyer. He pulled her into another kiss, his lips lingering on her lips, teasing her. He pressed her against the foyer’s wall and engulfed them more passionately in it. But in a few moments she pulled away, looked in to her lover’s eyes with her hands on his cheeks and said to him, “Meet me in disguise tomorrow morning at the corner coffee shop. If you cannot make it, I understand, but that is where I am almost every morning in the dawn. My love, I must go.” She said without hesitating. She unlocked the door herself, and with one last kiss ran into the dark streets, evaporating into its darkness almost instantly.
His fists slammed down onto the table which was filled with guests earlier the night. He was livid and fuming. His eyes were bulging and his chest rising in his inhales and deflating in his exhales. “Gallivanting into who knows where to this time at night. This is your second strike Saline. You have two choices to repent it. The first, is telling me exactly what you were doing, who you were with, and why. The second is much easier for you. Letting me bite you, would save you from all that breath.” His voice fierce and demanding while he paced back and forth. “You can kill me before I’ll ever do any of those. You do not own me, Drake. This is a strike I choose to take.” She maliciously spat back at the opposite end of the table. This set Drake almost flying towards her side. Before she could react he slapped her across the face, which sent her in a spiral to the cold stone floor. He gave a cruel smile and concentrated his face on her. The pain from earlier in the day shot back up her spine. She curled in a ball, clawing at the ground, creating a shrill scratching noise. He was trying to break into her mind again, without warning. Through all the pain, she decided to keep focused on the pain, while all her thoughts and memories were assembling themselves in that vault. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” She cried in pain. “MASTER! What are you doing?” A voice called out. The hurt slowly crawled out of her body, but the throbbing and writhing continued to ring throughout her body. “Master, what have you done to her?” Miranda, the voice that had called out before, asked. She ran over to Saline’s side once more and protectively stood up against Drake. He was sweating copiously and breathing just as much. He took a step back in almost a state of fear, something known not to be of Drake’s character. Not one person believed he had ever had fear. He fled, running out of the room and to his dungeon most likely. Miranda kneeled next to Saline, helping her sit up, and then in minutes later assist her to her room. “Thank you Miranda.” Saline said quietly while she laid fully clothes, exhausted on her bed. “Now, since I have done you a favor. Do me one, tell me.” Miranda said brining over a wash cloth to put on Saline’s forehead. “Not here. I’m afraid he can listen through the walls.” Saline’s voice was trembling. Miranda could not pose an answer to this, except nodded and gave a facial gesture of agreement. “Miranda, I’m scared though.” Saline confessed. “Get some sleep, in the morning things will be sorted out better.” Miranda said dimming the gas jet light on the nightstand. She left the room, closing the door after her and went to her own room.
In the morning, Saline jolted awake due to a pounce on her stomach. Two beady yellow eyes glowered into her eyes. “Cat…another cat…oh no!” She cried shoving the cat off her stomach. She looked around her room as she stood up, and gaped. Cats were everywhere. Saline rushed from her room and to the next room, barging in to an already awake Miranda. “What is the significance of this?!” Saline said furiously shooing cats away from a couch to sit. “He must be carrying out the plans that the Abchanchu and Algul were talking about last night. You know the ones you interrupted and corrected them.” The Vampires from the night before were both foreign. The male Vampire being an Abchanchu, a Bolivian Vampire who pretends to be a king old man and accepts the hospitality of someone, while that person is sleeping they bite their host, and the female Vampire being the Algul, an Arabian Vampire.
“He must be doing it soon too, where did he get these entire felines from? Not that I mind them, it’s just they’re everywhere and this plan is not apposite for the condition the convent is in!” Saline slammed her fist on the arm of the settee.
“Drake must want to condemn most of the Mortals to Vampire-hood.” Miranda wandered over to her window sill. Cats somehow, had the power to doom a corpse to Vampirism. Most Mortals kept a cat for infestation of mice, so they would always believe that mice were a bad omen to have. They believed that mice attracted Vampires, and since cats chased away mice they were believed to keep away Vampires. This was entirely all wrong.... Vampires did not care if a Mortal had a cat or not. If they wanted to condemn a Mortal to an immortal life of death as being a Vampire they would pick one with a cat. “And what’s next, a raid of a bat mass ritual?” Saline barked, trying to mock the situation. Miranda nodded in agreement and kept her eyes looking through the window.
|
|