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Post by Clarecia on Sept 13, 2006 5:01:11 GMT 1
I awoke in total darkness and my body felt like a stick of ice. I tried to turn, I tried to move. I couldn't. I was in some sort of coffin. And I could feel the rubbery texture of a thick bag over my head and completely surrounding me. And a tight string seemed to be tied around my big toe. I flinched my toe trying to flick it off of me while I lay in the total darkness with no room to move.
I had never gotten a chance to feed and now the hunger for blood was burning in my veins. Suddenly I heard the sound of metal sliding as if I were being pulled out of a drawer.
Quickly my eyes flicked open. And then just as suddenly fear and anxiety overwhelmed me and I quickly shut my eyes. I had no idea where I was or what had happened to me. My last memory was of filthy hands crawling all over me ripping and tearing at my tiny t-shirt.
And then I ran so fast. So incredibly fast....
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Post by Clarecia on Sept 13, 2006 5:02:37 GMT 1
"She is so pretty!"
"Yes, she is. And we have no idea who she is."
"And so she has been tagged a Jane Doe?"
"Yes, A Janie Doe because she is so young."
"Did you put a report out on the National Missing Persons list"
"Yes, I have the results right here."
"It seems there is a young girl about her age who disappeared from a fatal auto accident five nights ago. Here is her picture."
"Yeah, its her all right. Just look. Long flowing curly blonde hair. Beautiful skin and lips. Such pure innocence in her face. It looks like she is sleeping."
"Well, she isn't" said the coroner with a sigh. "She is quiet dead."
"Yes. It's such a shame. I'll notify next of kin, lets see. According to this report that would be a Miss Jasmine de Vereaux. I'll call her right now, it seems she has her cell phone number listed here. Looks like her father and aunt have desperately been searching for this poor girl."
"Ironic isn't it?" Asked the doctor as he zipped up the body bag.
"What?" Asked his assistant as she began dialing the number.
"That she should disappear in a car crash five nights ago. Only to be killed in another car crash in another city a few short nights later."
"Yeah, but I guess you see all kinds of weird shit down here." Said his assistant as the phone began dialing the cell phone number.
"You aint kidding." replied the tired doctor. "I have had people come in dead and cold as a door nail only to wake up in the freezer box days later and walk out of the door as though nothing happened to them."
"Yeah?!" answered the young assistant. "Well this is New Orleans, perhaps you get a vampire now and then who wanders in here." She replied laughing lightly.
"Hello Miss de Vereaux? This is the "New Orleans Lady of Mercy County Hospital" I'm sorry maam, but we have located your niece Clarecia de Vereaux and we have very bad news for you."
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Post by Clarecia on Sept 13, 2006 5:04:17 GMT 1
It's so dark in here.
I don't even know if my eyes are open.
I take slow even breaths of air because the plastic bag I am in is air tight. And although I don't seem to require oxygen. I am terrifed of running out of of air.
Is this what it's like to be dead?
No....
It can't be!
Dead people don't think! Dead people don't get hungry!
And I am so terribly hungry!
I keep trying to claw myself out of this heavy plastic body bag and I can feel the panic in my heart rise every time I try.
How many nights has it been?
I am so grateful for the day when it comes, although I don't really know if it has, since I'm laying in a body bag in a cold drawyer at the city morque. I can only tell because that's when I fall in to the death sleep and my hunger finally subsides and I can dream and pretend nothing ever happened.
I never died in a car crash.
My mother is still living and she is young and beautiful and my dad sitll loves us and we are a happy family. But then my dream ends when my first and only boyfriend gives me my first and last mortal kiss.
And then my maker pulls me out of the bloody mess that was my mothers car and tells me I will live forever.
Live forever as a dead girl.
At the county morque.
What did the coroner's assistant say?
"She's such a pretty girl."
Yeah, until they come to embalm me, cause that's what they do to dead things is'nt it?
Suddenly the hunger and fear become incredibly overwhelming and I can feel my forehead is heavy with blood sweat and heavy sticky red tears begin to flow out of my eyes in a horrible gush and then not knowing what else to do as I viciously thrash in the stainless steel cold drawer.
Visions of the coroner and his assistant cutting me open like a dead fish.
I scream and sceream and scream as loud as I possibly can. Which is pretty loud for a vampire.
But my pathetic screams only fall on dead ears.
Litrally, DEAD EARS!!!
And no one comes to my rescue.
Prince Charming has died and Snow White is left waiting for the coroner and his assistant to come with their seven dwarf knives and cut Sleeping Beauty into many still living little pieces.
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Post by Clarecia on Sept 13, 2006 5:06:39 GMT 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RESPONDING TO MEKARE'S POST IN CALIFORNIA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Finally, I fell into the death sleep. And as the cold shroud fell over my icy limbs a small and somewhat deranged smile crept over my pale and blood splattered face.
I was dead.
Truly dead.
No longer alive.
And in the cold stainless steel boxes above and below me and all around me I knew that I was truly surrounded by death.
All of us. The young and the old, surrounded by death because we are death.
Only why?
Why did I continue to hear my own heart beating?
Rising and racing inside of me as both the hunger and anxiety took over.
And as I dreamt. I saw my mother and my father. And my mother was alive and beautiful. But her eyes. Her eyes had a deep sadness in them. and she was calling out to me. Her hands outstretched, reaching out for me. And I heard her clearly calling out my name.
"Clarecia...Clarecia...I'm not dead. I don't know where I am. BUT I AM NOT DEAD!!!"
"I think I'm in a hospital. I can hear people calling me. Speaking to me. Talking in hushed whispers about me. But I can't respond. I can't open my eyes. They are too heavy. My lips cannot move. The nurses come and go. They keep me clean and brush my hair. They tell me how pretty I am and that my husband loves me very much. They tell me he comes to visit me every day. I want to ask them about you. I am so sorry daughter. I was so upset that night of the car crash. I want to see you Clarecia. I want to speak to you and hear your sweet voice. But I don't know where I am or where you are. Did you even survive the crash? Are you still alive? Your father comes and visits me. He sits next to me holding my hand and cries. He says over and over how he has lost everything. You and me. I don't know what he means by this. Where are you Clarecia? Will we ever see each other again? I miss you so much my beautiful and sweet daughter. So very much......."
And as my mother's voice drifted in and out of my dreams. Another voice spoke to me. Soft and sweet. Like the tinkling of bells on a warm spring day.
*~ Answer me. This is Mekare. Who are you, and where? Do you need help? ~*
Suddenly my eyes shot open and I let out a loud gasp.
"YES!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!! I'M IN A HOSPITAL MORGUE!!!! My name is Clarecia de Vereaux. My maker is Gabrielle de Lioncourt. I have not seen her in four nights since the night she made me. I can't get out of this heavy plastic bag. And I am locked in a refrigerator drawer. The coroner told his assistant that they would embalm me today if no one came to claim me! I don't know what to do! And it is so cold in here. PLEASE, HELP ME!!!! I am so afraid and so incredibly hungry! And I think I'm about to go insane because my mortal mother is talking to me in the death sleep!"
Oh God...oh God oh God oh God!!!!!
I have to keep it together! I can't panic! Not now!
Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes tightly and tried to remember the phone call that the coroners assistant had made to my Aunt Jasmine.
"I'm at 'The New Orleans Our Lady of Mercy County Hospital'....In the morque!!!! Please hurry!!! The coroner has just arrived and he is pulling my drawer out!!!!"
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Post by Santino 1 on Mar 12, 2007 5:18:49 GMT 1
Confusion, illusion, bitterment, and disillusion.....What bitter words, and yet how human. But there are creatures stalking the dark corners of this earth who share such sentiment. Creatures no longer human, but remembering that which once was and shall never be again. Louis is one such creature, forever longing to be human once again, forever knowing it will never be. To feel human emotion seems to be the one thing all vampires strive for. For some it comes so easily, like gentle whispers in the wind a human can capture and create for them the wildest fantasies to sustain their dismal mortal lives. Take a pen to paper and pretend to be a blood sucking vampire, the goal of their maddened driven fantasy to be immortal, and see through vampire eyes. But what they fail to see, what keeps them from screaming for their lives deep into the night of eternity, is their ability to delve into the darkest recesses of their imaginations, and then easily awaken to sunny skies and the continuance of their mortal humdrum lives. Silently I strolled the now darkened streets of New Orleans, a far off band playing some long forgotten melody, the musicians fighting their mortal sleep, refusing to let go of their welcomed darkness, for not all mortals love the light, and not all live within their dreams, and for those lost mortals, in the darkness there is peace and tranquility, and it is the brightness of the sun that burns their tired and bitter human eyes
Many voices can be heard with a vampires ears, so many it often drives a newly born vampire into madness. Learning to silence the voices of thousands is an ability all vampires must eventually attain. Silently I dropped the body of a young whore to her feet, her youth and beauty lying deceitfully as the marks upon her arms told of deeper stories. A vision of loveliness she was, and within her last thoughts she thanked me, as many forgotten mortals often do. Her gratitude coming out in waves almost choking me as I drained her dry of all life. A small tear welled within my eyes, and as quickly as it came I wiped it away and licked the smear upon my wrist. Smiling at the old saying....waste not, want not.
But then something caught in the wind, drifting softly towards me....beckoning me.....with a dark smile upon my lips I skillfully cloaked my thoughts, and honed in on the two immortal voices. “Answer me. This is Mekare. Who are you, and where? Do you need help?”
My eyes grew wide and blood sweat began to form thickly onto my forehead, my mind racing madly!!!! How could Mekare know I am here! How does she know I escaped her immortal tomb? And as my heart beat heavily in my chest, my throat closing as anxiety of a millennia began forging through my body, a young immortal voice responded to the call from our new queen.
"YES!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!! I'M IN A HOSPITAL MORGUE!!!! My name is Clarecia de Vereaux. My maker is Gabrielle de Lioncourt. I have not seen her in four nights since the night she made me. I can't get out of this heavy plastic bag. And I am locked in a refrigerator drawer. The coroner told his assistant that they would embalm me today if no one came to claim me! I don't know what to do! And it is so cold in here. PLEASE, HELP ME!!!! I am so afraid and so incredibly hungry! And I think I'm about to go insane because my mortal mother is talking to me in the death sleep! Oh God...oh God oh God oh God!!!!! I'm at 'The New Orleans Our Lady of Mercy County Hospital'....In the morque!!!! Please hurry!!! The coroner has just arrived and he is pulling my drawer out!!!!"
Well now……hmmmmm…..isn’t this special! My oh my!!!! What’s an old coven monster…..eh MASTER! To do!!!! Laughing into the night air, I suddenly felt ever refreshed, the blood of my little vampire maiden coursing through my veins, giving me an odd sense of home……home? I thought to myself, well home is one thing in many centuries I do not think I have ever felt, but alas….there is work at hand to be done…..I must move forth and partake in the little search and rescue of Ms. Clarecia Deveaux, for the night won’t last forever! And as I made my way to the “New Orlean’s Our Lady of Mercy County Hospital” Another voice beckoned to me….a sweet voice, a mortal’s voice….
"Clarecia...Clarecia...I'm not dead. I don't know where I am. BUT I AM NOT DEAD!!!"
"I think I'm in a hospital. I can hear people calling me. Speaking to me. Talking in hushed whispers about me. But I can't respond. I can't open my eyes. They are too heavy. My lips cannot move. The nurses come and go. They keep me clean and brush my hair. They tell me how pretty I am and that my husband loves me very much. They tell me he comes to visit me every day. I want to ask them about you. I am so sorry daughter. I was so upset that night of the car crash. I want to see you Clarecia. I want to speak to you and hear your sweet voice. But I don't know where I am or where you are. Did you even survive the crash? Are you still alive? Your father comes and visits me. He sits next to me holding my hand and cries. He says over and over how he has lost everything. You and me. I don't know what he means by this. Where are you Clarecia? Will we ever see each other again? I miss you so much my beautiful and sweet daughter. So very much......."
So Little Miss Sweet Clarecia has a mortal mother, a mother to whom she believes is dead…..well, your mother might not be dead, but you are my young one, quite dead……quietly deliciously dead! And although I’ve no personal quarrel with your maker, Gabrielle de Lioncourt, you my dear sweet child, are the very thing I need to fulfill my vow of vengeance to our Queen, and her merciless sister Maharet! Ah yes! The young and the sweet! I so miss my time with the Marble Gods sweet Amadeo! MY delicious Armand! But on to more urgent matters!
Silently I walked into the brightly lit hospital corridor, with a most charismatic smile upon my face, I asked the young clerical worker where I might find the morgue. “Why the basement, of course Sir.” She answered tiredly as she smiled most professionally, her smile fading as her eyes revealed her inner thoughts…..thoughts of me in her bed, touching her, caressing her…..whispering words of love from a stranger in the night…..her loneliness coming out in a gush of human emotions…..BAH! Perhaps later dear one, I shall return and fulfill a few sensual fantasies for you…..perhaps, I said with a wink and a wicked smile! Her eyes widened in fear, her thoughts racing in her mind…..OH MY GOD HE HEARD MY THOUGHTS!!!!!
“Ummmm….the elevator sir! To…..to the basement……it’s…..uh…..that’s where the morgue is!”
“I am most thankful for your kindness, please do take care…..” Then taking her soft warm hand into mine, I kissed it gently, and smiled a knowing smile into her frightened face…..”Remember me always Young One” I whispered telepathically.…..”Remember me when you are but an old and wrinkled hag and as the years tumble forth, remember me and I shall come back for you, or perhaps not…..but please do…..REMEMBER ME!”
Then releasing her hand…..I silently made my way to the elevator, and seconds later found my way to the little blonde beauty laying naked on a stainless steel slab, the coroner casually lifting his blade and placing it steadily between her breasts, a spot of blood glistening with life as Clarecia’s eyes suddenly snapped open, her mouth wide in sheer terror as she began to scream an immortals scream!
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Post by Stirling on Apr 19, 2007 21:08:25 GMT 1
***Continued from...The Haunted Alley Way.***
Opening the trunk to my black Viper, the tools were placed inside. Cassandra and I had to go in looking inconspicuous as possible. Boy, the plot was thickening. Wasn't it? "Yes, that's right. Paul Smith is a closed case. Taken care of. Uh...the noise in the background? Technical difficulties? Listen. I 'm following another lead right now. I'll be in touch." Ending the call we came to the hospital building. When I touched the door handle, the scream was so loud it had me rocking on my heels as it vibrated through out my body. I saw a vision of a young girl on a metal slab.
"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What is it?" Cassandra said with much concern. "Stirling snap out of it and tell me what we are doing here."
"We must hurry before it's to late. The girl inside needs our help. No time to explain." Without further delay, we came inside the hospital and started down the hall. "To the lab first. We need blood." Huffing Cassandra raise her hands. "Fine. Fine. Whatever." She said in an aggravated heated whisper. "You know something I don't. And you know I hate it when you do that."
The lab was thankfully empty. Break time? How fortunate for me. I grabbed a couple of blood packets from the frig and shoved them into my coat. They made a small sloshing sound with my movements. Then the voice came back, another vision. I leaned against the wall until it passed.
"YES!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!! I'M IN A HOSPITAL MORGUE!!!! My name is Clarecia de Vereaux. My maker is Gabrielle de Lioncourt. I have not seen her in four nights since the night she made me. I can't get out of this heavy plastic bag. And I am locked in a refrigerator drawer. The coroner told his assistant that they would embalm me today if no one came to claim me! I don't know what to do! And it is so cold in here. PLEASE, HELP ME!!!! I am so afraid and so incredibly hungry! And I think I'm about to go insane because my mortal mother is talking to me in the death sleep!"
"We are friends, coming to help you." I told her reassuringly, telepathically. "I'm coming...hold on."
"Stirling? What's the matter?" She was shaking me. "What's going on?"
"The morgue."
"The morgue?"
"Trust me."
"I do trust you."
"Then let's go."
The clerical worker was busy filing....her nails. The coffee was brewing on her little work table behind her. She was eyeing the picture in the golden frame of her and Brad Pitt. Digitally enhanced, I was sure. She looked, dreamily, in a trance of sorts. My palm slammed down on the desk to get her attention as I bellowed out. "Good evening." She jumped. "Visiting hours are over, sir." I smiled a charming smile. "We are not here to visit. We are inspectors." I flipped out my wallet and produced a fake inspector badge. "Some one reported you may have cock roaches. My assistant and I need to check that out. You know. Hospital code and all." The clerical worker cringed. "By all means then, carry on."
Another vision struck. I had a feeling this was going to be visionfest night.
“Ummmm….the elevator sir! To…..to the basement……it’s…..uh…..that’s where the morgue is!”
…..”Remember me always Young One”
It was the dark haired man. Santino. Bigger than Dallas, walking around. The connection was beginning to come clear. One thing I came to know very quickly was that this vampire was a master at brainwashing. And this young woman, Clarecia, was in a heap of trouble. "To the elevator." I urged Cassandra. "Have a good night." I said and waved politely to the clerical worker as the elevator doors shut. I stumbled backwards letting out a sharp breath.
"HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Clarecia screamed in pain and fright. "I'm coming. Almost there."
"Cassandra...stay behind me."
Sweat trickled down my temple. God knows what was happening in that room. I took my gun from the holster, checked the clip and pointed it as the elevator doors opened. I noticed another pair of elevator doors were closing as we stepped out cautiously. Someone was leaving. "Hello? Who's there?" I called. There was a faint, evil laugh. It was dark in the room, something crunched under my feet. Broken glass from the overhead light. "Careful. Broken glass. Hand me the flashlight." Damn, it stank in here. "It stinks in here." Cassandra mimicked my own thoughts. "Dead people usually do. Clarecia? Where are you? I'm here." I flicked the light around. White sheets. Dead bodies underneath. And I lifted every one of them to look for the girl. I had a suspicion I was too late. The feeling of failure and dread came over me when I located the last slab. It looked odd from the rest.....lumpy and....stacked? I yanked the sheet back. The coroner and his assistant were piled on top of each other. Dead. Cassandra gasped, horrified.
My hand touched the cold metal.
Clarecia....screaming....Santino, killing the coroner and the assistant....leaving through the elevator......moving now at a speed that all most made me sick......flying......water...large body of water.......miles and miles........a castle.....hidden....Trans....Transylvania.....
Cassandra pulled my hand away and stroked my face. "Are you in pain? You looked like you were in pain. Stirling? Tell me what you saw."
"He took her. Clarecia. Gabrielle De Lioncourt's young fledgling."
"Who?"
"Santino. The man in the photo. He's alive. Really alive. I've done my research dear and the man should be dead. I think Jazz is connected as well. He wants her. Probably to upset Lestat....." Lestat. Damn it all. He doesn't know. Does he? His own mortal daughter is in danger and he doesn't even know she exist. Although, the Talamasca has watched over her since she was born. Protected her. She was out of our hands now and in the clutches of a monster. Santino would likely kill her and Clarecia for pure spite if we didn't act fast. Lestat needed to know the truth. It was the only way for the best chance to save the young girls.
"Let's get the bloody hell out of here. We've got work to do."
***To Be Continued.....Rue Royal.***
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Post by Santino 1 on Aug 7, 2007 4:02:46 GMT 1
Seemingly innocent, she lay there, silently still on a cold stainless steel slab. A vision of beautiful death with silken white skin and a massive mane that would more than rival Lestats. Next to her stood the coroner, his muddle mortal mind on dinner plans he will never see. Skillfully he raised the small sharp blade, delicately piercing the skin of my new and about to be stolen daughter.
A small trickle of glittering blood spurted forth from between her young breasts causing a deafening scream to come forth from my new captive. The coroner stood there in horrified shock, his eyes huge with terror as his heart raced deep within his chest.
Ah, but I did have a soft spot for those who took care of the dead! Within scant seconds I snatched the mortal and sank my teeth deep within the warm flesh of his throat. Ecstasy mixed with agony filled my senses causing me to gasp with orgasmic spasm, momentarily causing me to forget my evil little princess who now sat still and patiently, her blue eyes sparkling with lustful delight! So entranced with hunger for the blood of my victim, she sat there motionless, without a moments thought of her nakedness. I could feel her hunger racing within her young newborn veins as she fought to keep from forcibly taking from me my meal, as if she could even try!
“Come young one……” I said softly, allowing the coroners blood to dribble down my chin, her alabaster body shivering with anticipation. Slowly I laid before her the shallow breathing soon to be corpse of what was once a man. In my mind, I had the vision of the newly born Claudia, and how sweet she have looked as Lestat gave her her first victim, but this young girl, beauty thought she was had the hunger of a vicious predator, who had not fed for weeks on end! In a flash, my new little princess had her teeth deep into his throat, and the blood spurted out of her mouth as she quickly gorged herself causing her victim to spasm as he struggled to take his last breath of life. Forcibly I pulled her away, roughly ripping out the small bite she had taken from his throat.
“Come, We must go now!” I said hastily, then taking the white jacket from the coroner I commanded her to put it on. Blushing a now beautiful pink hue, my new daughter quickly put the coat on, suddenly very aware of her lack of clothing.
“Where are we going?” She asked with a whisper so sweet, were it not for the dead man laying on the table, no one could have guessed what a savage killer she could be.
“My young one….we are…..off to seek justice, to lay those down that never should have been made, and put those that would ignore the cries of their dark master into the deepest pits of the hell I shall make for them!”
Grabbing the corpse of the coroner, I flung his still warm body into the cold confines of a metal coffin which neatly slid in and out of the wall….Ah! But such modern marvels did amaze me! And what a tidy idea it would be to make one thousand of these cold, shelf like metal confines, thus neatly keeping my new prisoners neatly sealed for all eternity!
Smiling at the thought of a thousand screaming vampires neatly encased in a wall, I took the now warm hand of my new daughter. Then opening a nearby window, I grabbed her small waist, and quickly flew us out of the window, and into the coolness of the night sky, a billion stars lighting the way to our new home in Transylvania.
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