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Tainted
Sept 18, 2006 15:17:34 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 18, 2006 15:17:34 GMT -8
Shivelle looks first at her host, then at the "maid," and then back at Ruth. Her eyes held pity. "I am afraid, young miss, that I cannot go against what my new host has said. I am not the head of the house, and I cannot let you out. I am dreadfully sorry." She then turns to look at the master. "I thank you very much for your kindness, sir. I will go and see where I will be resting, if you do not mind showing me the way."
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Tainted
Sept 21, 2006 13:44:29 GMT -8
Post by hamstermuncher on Sept 21, 2006 13:44:29 GMT -8
She was running out of options, it seemed. Ruth looked at Reona, determined not to show her fear. "Yes, I think I'll come down as well" she said, moving to the stairs. They look so ordinary, she thought, just like any other. But they're not... Then, throwing a last glance at the outer entrance, descended the decietful staircase.
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Tainted
Sept 21, 2006 14:00:39 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Sept 21, 2006 14:00:39 GMT -8
"Certainly.. it's this way." Aries said, leading them with a gesture of his arm down the stairs. The rooms and halls below were likewise lit with sconces attatched to the walls, though Aries carried a candle in his hand all the same.
"It's not often I get Unexpected guests, perhaps now would be a good time for introductions." The rooms below had walls made of concrete, though they had fine looking wallpapering and rich wood to keep it from looking dungeonesque. Indeed it looked rather homey for such a dark area. As they stopped descending the stairs and reached level ground again, he turned and gave them all a calm smile. "My name is Aries Bontecou, and the lady who ushered you in is my companion Reona Hart."
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Tainted
Sept 23, 2006 18:23:45 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 23, 2006 18:23:45 GMT -8
Shivelle made a deep bow, averting her eyes in respect as she did so. She made her introduction when she came back up. "My name is simply Shivelle. My surname is unknown, and I care not for it." She looks about the dark place. "Thank you for this haven... I would not have made it back to my abode before the sun was fully up." She looks back at the man, her red eyes glowing slightly in the dark. "Sir, would you happen to have a laboratory of some sort here? I need to test..." she makes a sideways glance to Ruth and revises her sentence. "Er... something that I have, and I need to do it before it dries and spoils. Can you help me?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 1, 2006 9:03:00 GMT -8
"I'm afraid not... This is simply an expensive in with an underground stronghold... for emergency reasons," Aries said regretably. "Such laboratories are even difficult for someone with my pricerange to find. I'm sure if i had a personal interest in it, I'd probably have one around, but that's not the case," He turned to Ruth for a moment. "You don't have the plague do you..? I don't see any signs of it yet, but one can never be too careful."
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Tainted
Oct 2, 2006 13:46:58 GMT -8
Post by hamstermuncher on Oct 2, 2006 13:46:58 GMT -8
"N-no," she said, grateful for a normal subject. "My family is clean still." She looked up, but all she could see was winding stairs. "How far down does this go?" she wondered aloud.
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 6, 2006 8:46:15 GMT -8
Aries ushered her to the bottom of the stairs. "There are rooms here you can stay in for the day, pick whichever one suits your fancy. Likely a good deal better than an alleyway or some cheap local inn," he remarked with a chuckle.
"So what do you make of this plague..?"
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Tainted
Oct 6, 2006 14:12:28 GMT -8
Post by hamstermuncher on Oct 6, 2006 14:12:28 GMT -8
"It worries me," she said, looking up into his eyes. "It just appeared one day and we don't know why. Everyone is dying..."
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Tainted
Oct 7, 2006 12:36:34 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 7, 2006 12:36:34 GMT -8
Shivelle, disappointed with the news, goes into a room and shuts the door, muttering her thanks to her host. She smiles, however, when she sees a glass bottle within. She put on her own invention, plastic gloves, and then, pulling out her scythe, she wipes the blood off of it and into the bottle, making sure that none dripped. It wasn't dry yet, thank evil. (Mentally, Shivelle shook her head, converting the last word of her thoughts to "goodness.") It would have been such a waste if it had.
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Tainted
Oct 8, 2006 13:47:07 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Oct 8, 2006 13:47:07 GMT -8
The eyes...Those dark, cold eyes. Even to a vampire, the sight of them made Arch shudder. He sprinted through alleys, over benches, and around the people wandering the streets. All the while praying that the man had not followed him. His peripheral vision caught glimpses of the 'mans' shadow at every corner. He was toying with him...
Looking back, Arch did not notice the shadow in front of him. As he ran over it, a hand formed and grabbed his ankle. "Argh?! Wha-What is this?!" Falling hard against the city floor, he felt other hands grabbing his arms, lifting him several feet above the ground. The hands were not connected to arms however, but floated. Arch found himself unable to scream as the cloaked man approached...
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Tainted
Oct 8, 2006 15:56:44 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Oct 8, 2006 15:56:44 GMT -8
(It's a bit much, but I did get bored...)
Within the town there was a small tavern crowded by other buildings of brick and stone. The streets were dark and quiet as a tainted feeling plagued itself around the entire city. The streets had become nearly deserted due to the fear of becoming tainted. It was like walking through someone's worst nightmare. Those that were upon the streets were either tainted or already passed on.
Within the quiet little tavern, there was a young lady cleaning a table. An attractive figure made many eyes of men loom around her, like a group of vultures over a dying animal. One vulture made their move towards the body.
"I ain't never seen such a beauty in a long while. What's your name?" a man spoke as he leaned upon the table she was cleaning. The lady just continued to clean. So long as she didn't make eye contact, maybe he would go away. He wasn't the type to be ignored. "I said, 'What's your name'?" The lady began to move to another table, but an arm from the man reached out and grabbed the woman's own arm. The woman yelped and looked to him as she tried to pull his hands off of her arm.
"You don't need to know my name! Let me go!" the woman screamed as she started smacking the man's arm, but it had no effect upon his grip, in fact, it tightened around her arm.
"What a fiesty little thing you are. You'll be a lot of fun," the man said with a stupid grin on his face as he started walking towards the door to the tavern with the woman's arm in grip. Then a hand reached out from behind and gripped the man's arm exactly like his was around the woman. The hand that reached out lead to the body of a handsome young man with blonde hair and dark green eyes. The clothing he wore was that of an upperclass status person for sure as blue cloth was lined by gold lining and silver decorations. He had status.
"I do believe that the lady told you to let go of her," the upperclasseed guy said with a witty tone to him.
"Oh? I didn't hear anything," the man said with a laugh and then tried taking the upperclass man's hand off of his arm, but it was to no avail. Then the brutish man tried harder, and it showed in his facial expression as well as muscular as he felxed his muscles to try and release himself.
"Then allow me to help your hearing out," the blonde-haired man replied as he tightened his grip on the brute. With tightening his grip, the brute screamed out in pain as his arm snapped in half. The blonde man grinned and released his arm as the woman ran and hid behind the bar counter. The brute looked at the blonde-haired man and narrowed his brows as he pulled out a dagger from his belt behind his back. The blonde-haired man grinned wickedly and before the brute could launch an attack, he found himself being flung out the front door of the tavern and into a rather thick wall. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Cleaning off his hands, the blonde-haired man walked over to the young lady that was now cleaning herself up. They talked, and time passed on as he made his moves upon her. A woman of those times, to be hit on by a man of riches, was a blessing. As time passed though, one man sat in the corner and watched silently from the darkness and sipping at a bottle of whiskey.
Later that evening, the woman and man and left the tavern, laughing and reminiscing of times of old and child-like experiences. As they approached a building that seemed to be a large house, the man stopped before the door in total seclusion and kissed her. They enjoyed it, or so it seemed. They embraced each other and continued with the romantic involvement as she stripped his shirt off and he started pulling off the sides of her shirt over her shoulders. He gentle hands slipped out and caressed his face as he lowered his head and began kissing her bare shoulder. One of his arms reached out to the back of her hair and his fingers glided through it easily reaching the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Accepting the invitation, the man started kissing her neck. Then a lust appeared in his eyes as he softly licked her ivory colored skin. The woman endulged in the pleasure. Then he bared his sharp, canine-like fangs. The hunt was finished.
Through the air, a high-pitched screech sounded through the air as the man looked up quickly to see a wonderful sight. A metal bolt, launched from a crossbow had pierced his skull and pinned his body to the wall, as it dangled helplessly. The woman let out a shriek as she regained her composure and looked upon her new found man and her eyes widened. She looked in the direction of the flying bolt, and from the darkness a man walked out. A man of six feet of height and decent muscular fitness, showed himself. He was dressed in a flowing white shirt where the cuffs buttoned around his wrists. His pants were black and silk that flowed as loosely as the wind itself. Upon his feet were metallic boots with spiked on the toes and heels. He looked to be an average man, however, a pure white blindfold covered his eyes. In his hand was the weapon used to pin the man to the wall.
"What are you doing?!" the woman yelled with tears flowing from her eyes. Though as she said that, she stopped and heard a tainted, evil chuckle from that whom she believed to be her future husband. The blonde-haired man bared his fangs and grinned menacingly and looked towards the newly appeared man.
"You humans..." the eyes of the bloodied man was bloodshot and his pupils had now turned white. Black blood poured down his face and down to his bear chest. "You think your soooo strong in your own little worlds. What's wrong? Should I be dead? You're weapons can't kill me, you worthless trash. Is she your lover? Is that why you defend her?" The vampiric creature laughed and then reached up to grab the bolt that was lodged into his skull. By this time though, the other man had loaded another bolt and aimed well towards the vampire giving no facial expression. Another loud shriek pierced through the air as the bolt was launched at the vampire's left shoulder.
"Argh... You're really startin' to piss me off you human trash bag." The vampire now struggled to get the new bolt out. Though as he struggled, the man reloaded his crossbow and the bolt let out another shriek as it flew into the vampire's right shoulder. This continued until both of his legs were pinned to the wall as well, shattering his knee caps. Black blood stained the wall. The man with the crossbow walked towards the vampiric creature and stood about five feet away from him.
"I don't know her. I don't care about her. Though I'll let you know this now: though I may be human, you will fear me." The man's white hair now shown in the light from the house as he pulled out a white bottle and poured some of the clear liquid upon his hand. Muttering a few words in a tongue unknown, the vampire's eyes widened and he began to struggle furiously, splattering blood everywhere. Finishing his words, the white-haired man now brought his hand up and pressed his open palm onto the chest of the vampires body. A loud screech came from the vampire as a bright white glow emitted from the man's palm. The light diminished and upon the vampire's chest was now the mark. Not just a mark, but the mark of a white hawk with two swords in the background.
The man began walking away from the vampire but the vampire opened his eyes and in a rage, he pulled himself off of the wall, pulling the bolts out one at a time. Then he launched himself at the man, his fangs bared widely. His animalistic side showed as he roared loudly, making the air itself move for him. The man quickly unsheathed his two swords from his back and spun around to meet the vampire with his first blade slicing off the hand of the vampire aimed to slash at the man. With the other blade whirling towards the vampire, it sliced right into his neck and threw his head clean off of his shoulders.
The man regained his balance and walked over to the headless body, and pulled out the same white bottle and poured some of the liquid on the opened neck. A loud hissing came from the neck as fire ignited and seared all of the open flesh and skin. Though vampires have the regenative abilities, they can't do anything when their cells are burned and killed. The man then dropped the body and walked over to the head that was glaring upon him. Picking the head up by the hair, he grinned and brought it to eye level. The head's eyes had rolled back into the head as the vampire cursed the man.
"You never... give any... mercy... do you?" the head said with a bloodied chuckle and a cough, "I should've realized who you were from the beginning. It's said... that all one hears is the sound of a screeching hawk before they... are shown the end... Burn in Hell, Angelus..." The white-haired man, known to be Angelus, flipped the head upside down and brought out his bottle. Pouring the liquid down the opened throat and flesh, it seared just like the fallen body. The vampire was now dead. Angelus held the head by the hair and began walking away from the scene, when the woman fell to her knees and began crying.
"Why?" the woman cried softly, but then became louder, "Why?! Maybe I wanted to die! Maybe I wanted to be a vampire! Why did you have to interfere?! I have no hope for a future in these day and ages..." Angelus stopped and sighed softly.
"I honestly don't care," Angelus replied in a soft voice as he tossed some coins at her, "Clean yourself up." Angelus left the woman to cry herself to sleep, or even commit suicide. In any case, he didn't care. So he walked off of the field and towards the city with his bounty in hand.
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Post by Sorrows on Oct 9, 2006 6:51:33 GMT -8
(Let's see if I can still do this.. )
Ages of hardship such as these were filled with many kinds of people. Most of these people, however, could be categorized into a few seperate groups.
Victims..
Villains..
Vigilantes..
And.. Very, very lucky people.
A shadow moved through the darkness, vieled in the silence of the night, moving with elegance and intent down an alleyway. Blood-red eyes flickered as their purpose drew near. A flicker and white fangs bared to the night as a lung was made towards a cloaked lump huddle against the wall. A stomach churning crunch as the tips pierced and delved into the target. Victory smiled upon the face of the Vampire as it's mark had been struck.
But the victory was not long relished. Quickly, the Vampire's smug disposition at easy prey left his eyes to be replaced with suprise. What he had pierced was not the hot flesh of feed, but some kind of soft metal that clung to his fangs and held him tight upon the clothed figure, unable to lift himself free.
A voice came from beneath the shawl, chidding. "What's wrong? Can't get a good taste?"
Suddenly, the opposite side of the shawl was lifted away as a young man slipped out from underneath what appeared to be a metal casing underneath the cloth. He wore a long brown cloak and smug smirk upon his face.
Stepping out and to his feet, he took a black rimmed hat from out of his cloak, brushed it off nonchalantly and placed it over his dirt brown hair. His eyes rang true blue as he looked over the Vampire in triumph.
"That's an alloy I came up with. Once forged into a shape, it remains soft until a sound wave at a certain frequency resonates through it, causing the metal to convulse and harden."
The Vampire's eyes burned with hatred as he violently struggled for his freedom. He found that he could neither pull his fangs free, nor lift the metal from the ground.
"It's no good, that metal is as strong as your fangs." With the remark, he pulled a hand from out of his cloak holding a strange two pronged metal object. He flicked it with one hand and it began to hum as the prongs shuddered. "You'll never beat Science."
The resonating sound waves carried out from the prong and into the metal once more. Another sound carried through the air as the metal softened again and released the vampire's fangs.
The vampire stood up to his full height, a good foot over the cloaked man, and stared down with malice.
"Oh, bugger..." The cloaked man laughed nervously, staring up with innocent eyes, as if claiming to not have just been bragging. Then, without another moment, he darted off in the other direction, none too quietly, either.
"Aaaa-aa--aaahhh, BUGGER!" He yelled as he sprinted down the long alley way, scanning for a way out. But it was like one long hallway with 10 feet walls to either side. The vampire was in stride behind him, easily keeping up, since the vampire's obvious height and leg span advantage allowed him to mearly jog.
Suddenly the alley ended into a 3rd stone wall, as high as the others surrounding it. The cloaked figure hit the wall, exasperated and turned quickly, placing his back on the stone, facing the vampire who now casually paced towards him, yards away.
The man frantically delved into his cloak, throwing all matter of assorted objects from it. The things clanged and clacked on the ground, scattering all about. All the while he muttered "No.. No.. Bugger... Useless.. Cmon, cmon, where is it? WHY IS THERE NEVER ANYTHING USEFUL IN HERE?!"
The vampire drew nearer and nearer, obviously in no rush to deal with this moron. As he drew closer and closer, he bore his fangs forth and grinned maliciously. Just as he started to lunge for the final strike, finally to get the meal he sought, a very sharp and loud ringing noise pierced the cool air, cutting into the eardrums of the vampire's heightened senses. He hissed, protecting his ears with his hands and rose one eye, wincing, at the man against the wall.
He held in his hand a small round object the shook fiercely, two large bells on the top of it being pounded by some sort of mechanism that forced small mallets to move on their own. The man looked down in suprise at the object and stated simply, "Oh.. It's sunrise."
The vampire's eyes looked quizzically at the man for a second, then widened in terror as the sun rose from behind him, over the walls of the alley. His skin began to burn as he screeched in pain, his flesh searing off his bone as he ran for shelter, bouncing off of the walls as he sprinted frantically down the exitless hallway.
In his panic, he tripped over the large, metal disguise that the cloaked man had used, lost his footing and fell the ground, aflame, screaming for a few moments, tearing at his flesh as it peeled away, until, finally, he turned to ashes.
The last dying screams of the vampire were stale upon the morning air, cutting a chill into the bone. The last noise was the ringing of the alarm clock held in the cloaked man's hand before he dinged the little nob on the top, and it too quietly died into the morning air. The man shrugged and began to collect the objects he had scattered about in his panic.
"Well... It wasn't the way I had planned.. " He was just happy to be unscathed. As he picked up one of the small mechanisms he slanted his head exasperated and sighed. "There it was... I really should think about organizing these things.." Suddenly, the small object, which was in the shape of a circle, and appeared to be made of some gleaming metallic substance, hissed in the man's hand. The man's eyes went wide in suprise and a second later he was lost in a cloud of dust as the thing exploded in his face.
As the dust settled, the man's charred face remained unmoved. He coughed, black smoke coming out of his mouth in a puff of air. "....... Still needs work.." he said with a sarcastic face. He heaved a large sigh and let the ashes of what the mechanism once was slide from his hand upon the ground and stood up, not even bothering to dust the soot off of himself, and began walking down the hallway.
"Ugh.. Nothing to turn in for a bounty again... He's gonna kill me.. But I didn't blow him up this time." He sighed once more, shaking his head. "He won't believe me.."
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Tainted
Oct 9, 2006 18:05:43 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 9, 2006 18:05:43 GMT -8
Shivelle felt a shudder run through her well-toned body as she capped the bottle in which the contaminated blood was now held. Turning her red eyes to look at the window, which was covered due to it being daytime, she raised an eyebrow. "The scent of blood is so strong in the air that it even goes through windows." She muttered aloud to herself. "Stupid novice blood-suckers. The humans will catch on without any problem if they keep this up any longer. They need to learn to control their appitites."
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Tainted
Oct 9, 2006 21:08:07 GMT -8
Post by hamstermuncher on Oct 9, 2006 21:08:07 GMT -8
They had stopped in front of a door and Ruth ghosted in, shutting the door behind her. Finally she was free to panic! She looked for a lock or deadbolt, but could find nothing. Instead she leaned against the door and slid to the ground.
What's going to happen to me? she thought. Nobody knows I'm here, and even if they did what could they do? Nothing. These Vampires are much more powerful than men. They'll never let me go now that I've been here and seen them. They'll bite me and I'll... she shuddered, unable to complete the thought.
An idea struck her and she leapt up to see if she could force open the window, but dismay soon set back in. There was no window. They had chosen her room well. Ruth sank onto the bed, drained of hope. It was a long while before she slept.
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Tainted
Oct 14, 2006 23:16:53 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Oct 14, 2006 23:16:53 GMT -8
Aries moved to Reona, inquiring about some viably important topic. She seemed to be surprised, and immediatly ran off back up the stairs. Aries didn't show any signs of sharing the sense of initiative, and began lighting a few more of the candles and sconces that lit up the room, passing into the door at the end of the hall, which he left open in case of visitors. Within this room he had books, an entire shelf to be precise. Yes, in this day and age, books were few and far between, so he considered himself rather fortunate when it came to this lot. However he considered himself more of an interested fellow artist, rather than a book-reader. Many of the books weren't interesting, and many were simply collections of tales and stories passed down over the years. Aries lit the fireplace, and approached his desk, pulling from one of the drawers a vial of ink, a few pens, and a red-leather bound book.
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