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Post by sbs on Nov 18, 2008 21:34:30 GMT -5
Humming neon lights and glittering raindrops aren't enough to stave off the inky night. Blackness always envelops the city. Only the rising sun unveils the familiar world. This unrelenting cycle of light and dark grinds on, just as it has for millennia. But there are things that remain hidden even in the light of day. Inhuman vapors come from the tangle of suncast shadows. And at night, those shadows merge with this darkness, and the creatures that dwell there are temporarily released...
Somethings cannot be seen even under the burning eye of the sun. Those who know the reality of these things find them while the world is sleeping; these people rise at dusk to live in the night. They make their under the artificial light of the city. It is another life altogether, always living under a black sky...
It was dusk; the rays of sunlight slowly fading away and allowing the darkness to creep out of the shadows and envelop the world. Next to a large Ebony coffin lined with silver sat a figure. His silver hair hung over his face as he was within the dark higher levels of the old castle. The painting of his father now hanging above him as the dim rays finally faded away and the moon's light filtered through the broken stained glass. It was then the sound of crystalin rain drops hitting the roof and earth that enveloped him. The sound, the smell of cold water... the tingle of their chilling abilities.
The blissfully scerene sound was then disturbed as the large creak of the wooden doors that prevented entering into the building. Eye lids opened to reveil crimson eyes surveying the area. Whomever the culprut was... they were entering the domain of the pure blooded killer.
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Post by alora on Nov 20, 2008 21:40:53 GMT -5
So this was the cathedral. Rather lovely place it was to the assassin say for the fact it was abandoned and looked unusually gloomy. Perhaps tonight she can seek shelter here. Yet, right when she stood upon the steps towards the front door, Alora sensed something was not right. What was this sudden feeling that her gut was sending her?
Ignoring her screaming instincts, one slender, pale hand reached out towards the door, slowly opening it. A silence shattering screeeeeeeeeeeech! echoed throughout the somewhat empty place followed by her soft footsteps.
What she didn't know is Vicious was here. Right now curiosity had overcome her common sense.
"Hello? Someone here?" she called out. How come this whole setting reminded her of Beauty and The Beast? |
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Post by sbs on Nov 20, 2008 21:58:42 GMT -5
A sudden flash of lightning and cackle of thunder illuminated the seemingly empty cathedral. What was unseen and unheard was the movements of the Pure Blooded Killer. His movements were disquised within the darkness and were as fast the lightning flashes that illuminated the cathedral every other second. The Killer krept behind her quitely and undetected.
The gleaming katana slowly being drawn from sheath to make sure not to alert the female to his position. A cold hand calmly and suddenly wrapped across her mouth and the fridged steel of the sword was placed to her throat. His silver hair covering his dark face as he crept near her ear. "Who are you. What do you want."
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Post by alora on Nov 20, 2008 22:05:55 GMT -5
Alora had a feeling that someone was watching her but who? Eyes shifted left and right, trying to find the source but to no avail. Still on her guard, the female kept on walking through only to have a cold hand clamp over her mouth. Against her neck was a sharp, cold blade. How come this happens whenever she's out just looking for a place to stay?
The vampiress arched her neck so her mouth could be farther from Vicious' hand, "My name's Alora Gazier. I'm here seeking shelter and had no idea someone was living here. If you will release me I will leave you be." Her tone was calm, her breathing slow. The last thing she wanted was for him to know that she was, indeed, frightened.
There was a way out of this grip should worse come to worse... |
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Post by sbs on Nov 20, 2008 22:14:21 GMT -5
An unexpected thing happened, the Killer showed mercy and released he pulling away his blade and sheathing it. He walked past her abruptly. "So you come to my meditation place?" He asked setting in a church pew and placing his sheathed katana next to him. Unfortunatley he had a bad habbit of not wishing to shed blood infront of his father's portrait which hung on the wall on the floor above them.
For now she was safe. "Shelter is what you seek... then so be it, but do not mistake my hospitatlity for mercy." He stated as his scarlet eyes looked over the woman's features. His eyelids soon driften and shut as the raindrops hit the roof. This was a side of the Pure blood that not even his two comrades saw of him. A rare occurance of a more peaceful side of the vampire, a more docile form of himself. Then agian even the most relentless of killers needed a break from time to time.
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Post by alora on Nov 20, 2008 22:36:24 GMT -5
Alora sighed in relief, her shoulders dropping with the flow. "I didn't know this was your place and I apologize once more. Thank you, sir...and rest assured I won't." The vampiress bowed in thanks to the Pureblooded Killer and turned towards the portrait. Black eyes blinked as she drew close to it.
Still blinking, she looked back at Vicious then back at the portrait. This must be a family member of some sort, she saw some resemblance. With that, she undid the belt that held onto the scimitars and set them down.
It was then she decided to look up at the ceiling. There were quite a few cobwebs along there but she didn't really care about that. All in all this was a lovely place. |
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Post by sbs on Nov 20, 2008 22:49:19 GMT -5
"That man... in the painting is my father." He mumbled as he came out of his meditation. "And pretty soon this place will simply be nothing." He stated as he looked around after opening his eyes. Old wood and broken glass, misplaced and scattered church pues. Blood soaked floors and broken church bells. It seemed like an appropreate place from the dark demeaner of this man however Vicious was ex-royalty.
The scarlet gaze feel upon her as she dropped her scimitars. "Alora was it..." He asked, "Judging by those weapons... you don't seem like your average half blood." He stated as he watched her and then went back to looking around. There was no hope for this place but once he used the riches his family bestowed, this place would simply become a hiding place for a subterainian tunnel which would lead to his true place of being.
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Post by alora on Nov 20, 2008 23:05:13 GMT -5
Alora jumped in surprise and bowed her head slightly, looking at the old flooring, "Forgive me. I didn't mean to gawk." She stated in a soft tone. It's odd how two killers can be so calm and non-hostile. Then again, Alora had to be provoked to attack or find a target herself. Right now, she was calm but she didn't let her guard down completely.
"Hm? Yeah that's my name...and you are correct. I'm not your average half blood." She plopped down beside her weapons and folded her arms, staring down at the floor once more, "I was an assassin for quite some time, part of a well known guild."
The vampiress rolled down the sleeve of her left arm and held it up, showing him the Eye of Ra crying a dagger. Once he saw it, she pulled down the sleeve, "I helped bring it down for personal reasons and now, I work alone." |
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Post by sbs on Nov 24, 2008 22:02:34 GMT -5
The pure blood looked upon the female with intent. An assasin? She might of been sent to kill him, word had spreaded fast of his acts of murder and the event of the mayor being killed. There was only a set amount of time before someone would actually try and kill this almost unstopable being. Many feared he would bring chaos and expose the vampires... then agian that's exactly what he wanted to do. He stood up and walked away, almost quietly and unoticed. He remebered this church and it's days almost all too well.
If one were to look at the walls they would see and could also smell blood, it was here that Vicious and his original followers all slayed dozens of Half blood and weeded out the strong from them as well as the Pure Bloods. It would only be weeks later from that end that he had moved back to germany and was decieved his own friend Michealangelo. From there he had vannished becuase he knew his plans were thrawted by others.
It didn't matter though, he was here... Vice City was a past that one would rarely wish for. Then agian New York was such a dull place compaired to a city inwhich the nocturnal supernatural reigned supreme. It didn't matter though, he managed to slipped away from this assasin. He would lure her outside, that way he could kill her before she killed him... or before this assasin figured out whom he was and try to stop him.
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Post by alora on Nov 24, 2008 22:17:48 GMT -5
Alora wasn’t here to do anything to Vicious, rather seeking shelter as she stated a moment ago. Keen eyes watched as the male left the building but she didn’t follow. While he was away, the female slowly turned her head towards the wall, her sense of smell picking up something familiar: blood. At once she was on her feet, scimitars hanging from her hips again. It was time to investigate this.
Fingers tenderly traced along the walls sodden from past bloodshed, telling her that there was indeed a slaughter here. If sight wasn’t enough, her nose would tell the entire story. The blood of half breeds reeked! A horrified expression became fixed upon her face and she swiftly backed away from the wall, eyes moving around, trying to find the pure blooded killer. He was outside…waiting wasn’t he?
Wait a moment. He was…No! A snarl tore from her vocals, ”VICIOUS YOU SON OF A BITCH!” she screeched! Why didn’t she recognize him?! Was it his current behavior that threw her off? Must have been that. Anyone’s scent can change easily…
The female snapped out her scimitars and rushed outside, eagerly seeking out her new target. ”WHERE ARE YOU?!” |
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