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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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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.