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towerofanimus2012-08-26 03:28 pm
fatherssins) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-26 03:28 pm
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Dracula's Castle
Characters: Alucard & anyone with a strong stomach swordarm!
Setting: Upper levels of the tower.
Time: Midnight
Format: Prose
Summary: Alucard is overwhelmed by the death, blood and destruction around him and finds himself unable to cope. In his hungry desperation he finds what remains of a few of the dead inhabitants of the tower and feeds on them.
Warnings: NC-17 / 18+ (this post is going to be graphic and gory, if you don't want to read about blood, look away!)
Blood.
Death.
Destruction.
Things that Alucard had strived all of his life to avoid yet somehow found him. The trail of debris and evidence of battle scarred the hallways like old wounds on flesh. No matter how the core of the dhampir longed for peace the presence of darkness followed him and like stench clings to cloth, he could never shake the eb of death, flowing through him and through his blood.
It had been days since the attack on the tower and yet the silver-haired half-breed had made no effort to contact those he knew, he could not pull himself away from the shattered high levels of the tower. While a part of him longed for company the cool, quiet solitude of these crumbling hallways begged for his presence.
The faulty electrics flickered, the floor occasionally illuminated like a lighthouse in a thunderstorm, the clicking of the power short-circuiting through tangled wires the only noise that crackled through the abandoned hallways. In silence he walked through the desolation, feeling his body weary from weeks of malnourishment and boredom. Alucard had come to this part of the tower days earlier in the hopes of finding an enemy to fight, an enemy in seclusion that he could kill and then devour, but his search had regaled him with no such prize and now he was left with a bittersweet longing in his gut. The remnants of battle lingering in the air, a quiet, scornful reminder of what he had missed.
But now the half-dead man's nostrils were consumed with a more pungent aroma, one that would repulse many but filled his being with a deadly desire greater than any man could comprehend. The lingering scent of death and blood stung him and left him like a lovesick boy. The dhampir inhaled death's perfume again and followed it's odur until he came across a sorry sight indeed.
Left trapped until rubble was the remains of a once beautiful woman, brunette and pale skinned her expression once ravaged by fear and pain now returned to peace in death's sweet embrace. For a time Alucard stared cooly at the corpse, envious of the serenity she found in her death, but more so consumed with a longing for what sat motionless in her veins.
Small scrapes and grazes on the woman's body had already clotted but still he could smell the congealed blood on her skin. His heart, the half-dead, petrified muscle that it was, began to beat to a dark rhythm. With no soul around to see him Alucard's knees buckled and he knelt before the divine corpse, staring unblinking at her lifeless form.
His lips parted and grew wet. Leaning down as if to pray he reached for her crumpled body and cradled it. He cradled her, one last, dark embrace for the beautiful brunette lost in the tower.
From a distance Alucard may have resembled a rescuer clinging to his failed love.
He could not hold her lifeless body for long before his head bowed, as if in respect, inching closer to her cold neck. The dhampir's mouth opened wide, revealing at last the extent of those merciless fangs, perfectly filed into perfect points. Alucard's teeth sunk into the dead flesh of her neck effortlessly.
But there is no romance in the life of the undead. This was not death's kiss to release her from mortal pain, no, Alucard tore open her flesh as though she were a rag doll, opening up a wound in her neck so grotesque that the ligaments, veins and arteries were pouring out the remnants of frozen blood in her body. The sensitive, cool eyes of the dhampir turned to glass, lifeless and hungry as mauled the remnants of the woman, sucking out the remains of her life that lingered.
Blood stained his pale face. He dropped her body as though it was nothing and his hand reached to take her wrist, snapping it backwards, watching the skin bulge at the breaking of her bones. Again his teeth found her flesh and tore at it, spilling more of her cool blood on his lips.
That last flash of light flickered into obsidian, the shell of a man knelt in the darkness, feeding on this once beautiful creature.
The blackest side of Alucard lingered in the darkness, alone and filled with dead blood and self loathing. He was not the gentle creature some saw him as, no longer the awkward remnant of the past, but a cold killer in which emotions were dead.
Setting: Upper levels of the tower.
Time: Midnight
Format: Prose
Summary: Alucard is overwhelmed by the death, blood and destruction around him and finds himself unable to cope. In his hungry desperation he finds what remains of a few of the dead inhabitants of the tower and feeds on them.
Warnings: NC-17 / 18+ (this post is going to be graphic and gory, if you don't want to read about blood, look away!)
Blood.
Death.
Destruction.
Things that Alucard had strived all of his life to avoid yet somehow found him. The trail of debris and evidence of battle scarred the hallways like old wounds on flesh. No matter how the core of the dhampir longed for peace the presence of darkness followed him and like stench clings to cloth, he could never shake the eb of death, flowing through him and through his blood.
It had been days since the attack on the tower and yet the silver-haired half-breed had made no effort to contact those he knew, he could not pull himself away from the shattered high levels of the tower. While a part of him longed for company the cool, quiet solitude of these crumbling hallways begged for his presence.
The faulty electrics flickered, the floor occasionally illuminated like a lighthouse in a thunderstorm, the clicking of the power short-circuiting through tangled wires the only noise that crackled through the abandoned hallways. In silence he walked through the desolation, feeling his body weary from weeks of malnourishment and boredom. Alucard had come to this part of the tower days earlier in the hopes of finding an enemy to fight, an enemy in seclusion that he could kill and then devour, but his search had regaled him with no such prize and now he was left with a bittersweet longing in his gut. The remnants of battle lingering in the air, a quiet, scornful reminder of what he had missed.
But now the half-dead man's nostrils were consumed with a more pungent aroma, one that would repulse many but filled his being with a deadly desire greater than any man could comprehend. The lingering scent of death and blood stung him and left him like a lovesick boy. The dhampir inhaled death's perfume again and followed it's odur until he came across a sorry sight indeed.
Left trapped until rubble was the remains of a once beautiful woman, brunette and pale skinned her expression once ravaged by fear and pain now returned to peace in death's sweet embrace. For a time Alucard stared cooly at the corpse, envious of the serenity she found in her death, but more so consumed with a longing for what sat motionless in her veins.
Small scrapes and grazes on the woman's body had already clotted but still he could smell the congealed blood on her skin. His heart, the half-dead, petrified muscle that it was, began to beat to a dark rhythm. With no soul around to see him Alucard's knees buckled and he knelt before the divine corpse, staring unblinking at her lifeless form.
His lips parted and grew wet. Leaning down as if to pray he reached for her crumpled body and cradled it. He cradled her, one last, dark embrace for the beautiful brunette lost in the tower.
From a distance Alucard may have resembled a rescuer clinging to his failed love.
He could not hold her lifeless body for long before his head bowed, as if in respect, inching closer to her cold neck. The dhampir's mouth opened wide, revealing at last the extent of those merciless fangs, perfectly filed into perfect points. Alucard's teeth sunk into the dead flesh of her neck effortlessly.
But there is no romance in the life of the undead. This was not death's kiss to release her from mortal pain, no, Alucard tore open her flesh as though she were a rag doll, opening up a wound in her neck so grotesque that the ligaments, veins and arteries were pouring out the remnants of frozen blood in her body. The sensitive, cool eyes of the dhampir turned to glass, lifeless and hungry as mauled the remnants of the woman, sucking out the remains of her life that lingered.
Blood stained his pale face. He dropped her body as though it was nothing and his hand reached to take her wrist, snapping it backwards, watching the skin bulge at the breaking of her bones. Again his teeth found her flesh and tore at it, spilling more of her cool blood on his lips.
That last flash of light flickered into obsidian, the shell of a man knelt in the darkness, feeding on this once beautiful creature.
The blackest side of Alucard lingered in the darkness, alone and filled with dead blood and self loathing. He was not the gentle creature some saw him as, no longer the awkward remnant of the past, but a cold killer in which emotions were dead.
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The clone still had to learn that self-preservation meant staying away from people too. He had the intentions to observe as many people as he could. It was this dangerous curiosity that often landed him in trouble.
It wasn't until he saw the slumped over figure in the darkness that his heart nearly stopped in his chest with a quiet gasp.
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As the dim lights flickered he froze for a moment. The lights came on, and he remained in the same position hunched over the body, then the went out. The next time the lights came back on again he was standing, posture upright and the red reflections of his retinas staring out, unblinking, at the figure at the end of the hall.
Blood decorated his fine lips and stained them red.
He said nothing, but he watched, like the predator he was.
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The smell of blood clung to the air and wafted to his nostrils. It was a scent he was familiar with from deaths he witnessed. The flickering light only added to the stimulus that could have sparked the fight or flight trigger in most people. The clone certainly wasn't like most people. He watched carefully.
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He wanted to explore the tower and see what was there. The mute wasn't good at sitting around since not moving usually brought him death back home so he decided that tonight he would try.
Going upwards was uneventful until he smelled blood. Dextera knew that smell better than most people and when he turned the corner, he spotted the man slumped over another body.
Dextera froze in place, his heart beating rapidly. What was going on? What was that man doing? He didn't understand...
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It was a few seconds before Alucard noticed that he was being watched by another. Another living person. Had he been himself he would have shied away from prying eyes, cried in despair and apologised for the horrors he had revealed in his actions. But the blood of the dead had maddened him, he felt on the edge of sanity as the cold, lifeless liquid slipped down his throat and filled his belly.
As the broken electrics flickered on and off Alucard moved his head slowly and tilted his head back to glare, unblinking, at the stranger standing over him. Under the blood the dhampir was beautiful, too beautiful, beauty designed to lure in the unsuspecting and the naive.
The dhampir said nothing but watched the boy, eyes unshifting, never moving. His breath was heavy, laboured.
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He took a small step forward, curiosity still getting the best of him. He wanted to know why this person was doing what he was doing. It wasn't frightening but he wanted to know if he could help.
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"Come" His voice laced with a thick, Romanian accent "Come closer so that I may see you. You need not fear me." but anyone with a lick of sense would fear this deadly beauty, this bloody, fallen angel.
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So he took another slow step towards the man. He was watching him, not sure of his intentions and was ready to run. But this wasn't frightening...was he just hungry? Curious...
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She couldn't let her guard down. Ishtar almost jumped when she noticed a figure slouched over in the dark. She always knew how to get into situations like this didn't she? She wasn't sure if the person was okay, or if they were injured. All she knew was they were slouching over, and it looked nerve wrecking. She should have waited for Duzell, but it was too late for that. If she could offer anyone help at this point, then she would be content with it. It kept her busy, and took her mind off all the possibilities of being stuck here. It was also hard to see. She couldn't really see much more than the thin outline of someone.
"Hey, are you okay...?" she called out, approaching quietly. The smell was starting to get to her. She had seen so much death in the past three or so years, that it didn't make her nauseated anymore. She disliked the smell still. She could remember it clearly and much stronger during the times the vampire experiment was around. It was blood. The permeating smell of blood, flaring into her nose. She knew what kind of reaction it would entice from vampires, and she surely wouldn't want any of her vampire friends to be here right now. Maybe it was a good thing she left Duzell behind. She was somehow very glad that she wasn't a vampire, but a human instead.
She still felt for the vampire population, though. She always worried for them. She continued to advance forward without worrying about the possible dangers.
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She hadn't expected this. She'd never expected to hear that noise again. Tara stumbles to a dead stop, freezing in place, her heart leaping into her throat and her mind spinning.
She'd heard that there were vampires in the tower, yes, but...they were given blood, weren't they? They didn't have to feed on people. And, even if they were, other people were supposed to stop them. It wasn't supposed to be Tara anymore, alone in the dark alley with the undead abomination.
But, it is.
Whoever it's feeding on, it's probably long since killed. Tara could maybe sneak away and it would be none the wiser, but...
...but what if it finds someone else? What if it finds one of her friends, poking around like she has? She has to at least get a look at it, if only to describe it to one of her more powerful friends later.
Oh so slowly, Tara eases forward, keeping her eyes peeled as her sight adjusts for anything moving.