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Post by Santino 1 on Sept 12, 2006 19:40:32 GMT 1
The flight back to Dracula's castle seemed to last an eternity for the peacock princes ever passionate Louis fought with all his might! His rage turning to fear and then anger and then fear again at each continent we passed.
Although I am much stronger than he, his constant struggles and screams were sorely trying my patience and for several moments during our all night flight I was indeed tempted to dump him into the darkened blue waters he once told so lovingly of missing from his mortal youth.
Smiling a the thought of a hopeless Louis struggling in the depths of the icy waters of the ocean, I held him ever so tighter and his heart pounded deliciously into my chest. And his rage heated the blood within him causing my lips to tingle and my fangs ached to bury deep into his neck.
As we finally approached Castle Transylvania, Louis became weaker and weaker, until he finally lay limpidly in my embrace. Softly I nuzzled him closer to me, enjoying the delicateness of this "the weakest of vampires." And as I nuzzled him I became alarmed at the intense heat of his skin, and my sensitive ears could hear the sound of his blood literally boiling within him.
Quickly I ran through the mazes and beyond the catacombs. My memory now recalling each frenzied twist and turn as I hurriedly ran to place him into a stone coffin, his breathing becoming shallow and labored as he desperately whispered his maker's name.
Placing him into the coffin, I quickly closed the lid and wondered if the fevered blisters which now married his most handsome face would be healed and gone when he awoke.
But then...
What do I really care, I thought as I hummed a sweet melody....
"Oh when the saints come marching in...."
Yes indeed....the saints.
Grinning widely I made my way to my new chamber and slowly lifting the lid I slipped in and settled myself into her soft form.
And as I closed my eyes I marveled at how well my plans were coming along. For most definitely.
Santino is quickly marching in!
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Post by Vlad Tepes Dracula on Sept 24, 2006 7:27:14 GMT 1
Louis
I awoke with the sunset and a feeling of panic was growing deep inside of me. I had a vague remembrance of the previous night’s events. I was with Lestat, we’d made love, I’d gone to feed and… Santino. I closed my eyes running my hands through my hair, heaving a little. I was in a coffin. Confined. Suffocating. I needed release. I screamed a little from fear as I removed the stone cover. Something felt wrong. It drained almost all my energy. I sat inside, up right, looking around the room as I panted. Where the hell has he taken me?
With more energy than I had inside me, I jumped from the cold, stone prison I had been sleeping in and looked around the ancient, crumbling room. It was also made of stone, a castle of lore no doubt, some place far from my beloved America. I was in a place foreign to me, some place that almost sang of wickedness in its walls. I approached the large window and peered out. Below, several hundred feet crashed the waves on a rocky shoreline. Were I mortal man, I would die with the jump. As a vampire, I would meet my demise when the sun rose. There was no cover in those rocks from the sun, and no place to swim. The ocean only gave way to more ocean, as far as the eye could see. My heart sank in my chest at the realization of the all to probable chance that I was trapped.
I stepped away from the window to survey my surroundings once more. I’ve read enough books of lore and fairytales, fables and stories to know that the large wooden door to the room was likely locked. But ridiculous and futile as the idea seemed, I tried it anyway. To my pleasant and relieved surprise, it opened. In the back of my mind I felt suspicion rise at the idea of it being so, as if I were walking into a trap, but I let impulse get the better of me and made my way down the corridor from my room.
It was winding and cold, with my only light being the torches along the wall. In true explorer form, I grabbed one from the wall and held it before me as I walked. Though I didn’t need the light to see, I would use this fire as more of a weapon. If Santino were to appear before me, I would need to defend myself in someway. Though without him I had no way of knowing where I was or how to get home. As I walked I found a spiral stone staircase. I took it up, to see where it would lead. Perhaps I could get a better view or observation of my surroundings from the top of this building. Or maybe it would lead me to nothing but a room in a tower.
Sleeping Beauty met her coma through the prick of a spindle in a tower of her castle. Rapunzel was locked her whole existence in a tower with no company but the wicked witch that held her captive. And what horrid fate waited for me up there, I may never know. The only real thing I was aware of was the ever-present sound of my own heart pounding with anxiety, fear and hunger as I ascended the stairs. When I reached the top, there was another door. And to what would it lead? I almost expected a cheesy violin track from a horror film to lace my slow motion move to open the door.
I was met with the cool ocean breeze. I closed my eyes and felt it caress my face, touch my arms, blow out my torch. I didn’t care. I approached the edge of this roof top spot and looked out. Indeed, there was nothing around me but ocean. I was trapped here. I closed my eyes again, feeling helplessness take over my brain. What was I to do, where was I to go? I was here without any knowledge of the location, which I’m sure is exactly what Santino wanted. I wrapped my arms around myself feeling a slight chill, not from the breeze but from my fear. I was hunger, alone, weak.
I looked up at the stars and the sky. The moon hung there, suspended and it almost seemed to mock me. It would escape from this place come sunrise. I would remain here, with no hope of release, but a fall from this roof, a splash on the waves, the breaking of my bones and the inevitable death that would come when the sun rose and I was stuck on the coast broken and alone. Was that death worth it to escape my uncertain fate here?
“Lestat…” I whispered. “Help me.”
I closed my eyes and sat against the wall. I sniffled back tears but they escaped from my eyes and I felt the wetness on my cheeks. I could smell the sweet metallic aroma of the blood as it worked its way down my cheeks. I was afraid now. And the last thing I could spare was my blood. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart slowing as my fear began to subside. All that was left was hopelessness.
“The sufferings that fate inflicts on us should be borne with patience…”
Santino
I found him standing on one of the tallest towers of the castle, the massive stones which made up the walls of the tower seemed to cast an eerie beauty to his sweetly handsome face, marred now with steams of blood tears as he closed his eyes and softly whispered once again....
"Help me Lestat...."
"No ..., there shall be no help from your beloved Lestat, for he knows not where you are. No one does," I whispered tightly into his ear as I swiftly wrapped a strong arm about his slender waist and held him tightly against me, his blood tears screaming sweet ecstasy as my tongue swiftly licked him clean, sweet... oh so sweet as candy is the blood of Louis de Pointe du Lac! And how fitting his maker should have such a sweet tooth, he whose aristocratic tastes only demanded on the finest of all things!
Quickly the peacock princes fledgling fought against me, lurching his fangs forward as if such kittinish things could do any type of damage! Indeed Monsieur Pointe du Lac! Fight! Fight with all your will! Fight with all that is in you! Let me feel your fury! Quicken that within me which has been dead for so many centuries! Do that which the grand little imp was never able to do! Give me all of yourself for I shall demand no less!"
Swiftly I grabbed him by the throat, the fear and anger rising in those beautiful emerald eyes, and for just a moment I was utterly mesmerized, by the awesome beauty of Lestat's beloved fledgling. Slowly I raked my fangs along his neck, the bluish vein pulsating beneath my lips, causing my lips to tinqle and my own forehead began to tinge in redness from the bloodsweat of having such beauty so closely pressed to my body. I was a powerfully built man in my mortal years, and as an immortal, now over 800 centuries in the blood, my chest had attained a marble hardness to it, and my arms could easily crack him into like a twig.
As he continued to fight in my iron embrace I remembered the blonde beauty who was now beginning to awaken, and moan hopelessly as she lay only a few feet away from us on the stone floor of Dracula's ancient castle. Carrying him easily as though he were but a child, I threw him at the still warm body of the meal I had procured for him. And then grinning evily as I narrowed my dark eyes I twirled my cape about me and roughly whispered.
"Drink!"
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Post by Vlad Tepes Dracula on Sept 24, 2006 7:28:47 GMT 1
Louis
I grunted against a yelp of pain as I hit the stone floor after I was tossed down by this nightmare of a vampire as if I were merely a leaf from his branch. But for me to let loose exactly how painful the fall was, would singal to him that I was weakening. I had to hold on to my facade as long as possible. I had to keep pretending to be unbreakable. At least until Lestat came for me. He had to be coming for me...
I looked at the unconscious mortal lying at my side. Then returned my gaze to Santino. The spot where he had stood was now void of anything as if there had been nothing to begin with. I was alone again, save this mortal here who was meant to be my victim. There was no sound in the room and the silence was maddening. All I heard was her slow thudding heart in my head, mingled with the frightened thud of my own.
Her soft dark hair was spread out on the floor. I don't know what he'd done to her but I wasn't about to drink. I'd kill her another way. It wasn't exactly my idea of an option, but at this point I had to think of my survival. I instantly thought of Claudia's trespasses against Lestat. The poisoned victim given to Lestat with the illusion of life. I remembered how it had effected him. How he'd become weak, almost sick to death. I shook my head not wanting to remember any further. Without a second thought I snapped the young woman's neck.
Standing, and brushing myself off with a wince of pain at my bruised side, I went to the window. I looked out again at the crashing waves and the jagged edged stones below me. I closed my eyes. The image of jumping, falling, crashing below and my remains floating off to sea or burning up in the daylight seemed to beckon me. But I would not give Santino the satisfaction. I opened my eyes again and looked around the room. Sighing I leaned against the wall, wincing again at the pressure.
"What do you want with me?"
Santino
Grinning wickedly at Louis' supposed innocence, ah how sweet he was, his every moment alluringly seductive as he gave this wonderful pretense, his face hardening with malice and disgust at the prized meal I had found and laid to his feet. My but Lestat does have this one quite spoilt! And it's no wonder the little monstrosity known as Claudia took it upon herself to end her masters reign upon this earth. But we cannot be ended so easily....oh no....not so easily at all!
"Yes!" I answered in response to Louis' thoughts, visions of Claudia dancing in my head. Her knife wielded downwards and then plunging repeatedly into her makers heart! "I want all that you are my dear Louis! I want the very fiber of your being, the very breath of you that was once human, your inner core, the humanity that remains deep within your beating heart for over two centuries! And what shall I do with this you might ask? Bottle it! Keep it! Indulge in it! Not in the having it mind you dear one, but in the knowing that Lestat doesn't have it! For you see I need no beautiful fledgling to "quicken" me! For it is the very fury mixed with your fear and your consistently sweet bleeding heart that quickens me and enlivens my old preternatural bones to the core! Ah! But I am a simple man sweet Louis, I shall ask nothing of you that you do not have to give!" I whispered roughly into his ear as I now and once again held him tightly to me, his muscles tightening in my grip as his face grimaced beautifully in suppressed fear. "And for the moment my dear sweet Louis, all that I require from you is simply to watch you feed!" Then taking his neck into the iron like grip of my hands, I forcibly held him and then swiftly and with vampiric speed had him pressed tightly to the young maiden's who now lay moaning in agony beneath our pressed bodies, and then with a long practiced and menacing tone, I harshly screamed into his ear my patience now gone! And my desire for vengeance to the Coven of the Articulate burning deeply within my veins! "Feed Louis! Drain her dry! Leave her but the shriveled corpse she shall one day be! For you see, I have my own little corpse bride to sustain! And what better way to indulge my new bride but with the blood of Louis de Pointe du Lac upon my lips! And so dear Louis, partake of your given meal for the evening, for you see sweet Louis, it may be your last meal for a very very long time to come! And as they like to say in this new modern world of yours, MAKE IT COUNT!"
He looked at me with an intensity that could shatter crystal, the green in his eyes glittering with a hatred I have only once seen in the freshly stolen vampire Armand, smiling wickedly, I pressed myself forward indulging in the repulsive twist of Louis' lips as he all too softly whispered "No!" And then with a swiftness that caught me quite off guard he pounced upon his prey, neatly twisting her neck, the bone cracking in several places as it traveled down her slender neck and onto her spine, limpidly he held her as though she were but a rag doll, her golden hair shimmering in the moonlight, her frightened eyes quickly losing all life but yet still held a fear few mortals shall ever bear witness to.
Laughing delightfully into the night air, I decided a little lesson in ancient history was in order. Perhaps revisiting the nightmares of his one time friend might bring him to his senses, ah yes! I can already hear his sweet screams of agony as the body of the beautiful young blonde woman lay in a twisted heap of rotting flesh, her youthful beauty now covered in maggots eating her to the bone as he struggled to dismember her piece by piece, forcing each torn limb through the narrow bars of his cage!
"Come!" I roughly whispered as I quickly grabbed both the dead girl and a now very frightened Louis! Oh yes! He knew what evil plans I had in store for him! How could he not when I recounted each and every action into his mind paying careful heed to graphically detail the rotting corpse laying inches away from what would soon be his very small cage!
Within seconds I had both the corpse and the Beautiful One thrown into such a cage! A cage very much like the one my sweet Armand once used to ensnare another one of Lestat's beloved fledglings, only this history will be quite different, for Louis has no hatred for his sweet maker as Nicolas once did! And no eighteenth century vampire dressed in the finest of parisian fashions shall come waltzing through the chamber doorway to confuse a boy vampire.
"Scream Louis!" I whispered menacingly through the now locked iron bars of the small prison, "Scream with all your might! For there are creatures nestled within the hills of the Castle, creatures even a vampire should not like to meet in the foggy mists of Transylvania! Yes Louis! Scream and beckon them to come and help you! For you shall have better luck with the creatures of the night who would come and mercilously feast on your sweet blood! Than you shall ever have hope to even faintly consider your precious Lestat might hear your desperate cries!"
Louis
I struggled against him but he was too strong for me. His arms crushed my torso as if I were in a giant vice. I could feel my bones bending against the pressure. If he so chose, now he could snap me into pieces with very little effort. But that didn't stop me from trying to escape. I squirmed and it was taking a lot of my energy.
By the time he'd forced me into the cage I could no longer struggle. Immediately I recognized this tactic. It had been used before on peers. Armand had experienced this moment, including the corpse being pushed inside with him. There was not enough room for the two bodies, mine and the body of the dead woman, and so he meant to drive me mad with the stench of her rotting and the confined space. And of course, Armand had done the same deed to Lestat's beloved Nicolas.
I could barely handle this. I admit that I lost all my reserve and ability to control myself. Small spaces are not something that I've been comfortable with since the experience in the Theatre of the Vampires. And he chided me. He stood there, Santino, in his malicious glory and warned me of the animals in the hills. Was he warning me? Or just taunting me? Was he bluffing? I couldn't tell. I was beginning to feel the anxiety this cage was supposed to begin.
I did scream. It started in the bottom of my abdomen and worked it's way, slithering up like a snake on it's prey, through my chest, my throat until it erupted from my mouth like a volcano. A loud, eye breaking, heart-racing scream that probably could have taken down the building if held long enough. I felt the burning in my throat. And with another serpentine crawl, a second scream came through my body again and released.
I heard Santino laugh. He was mocking me now as I shook the cage in my aggression. I shook it with all my might, hoping it would fall to the ground. I screamed and wiggled. Finally, I found the entire gesture to be futile. I looked at him, a red sheen of blood tears blurring him as though he was standing behind a red curtain.
"Why are you doing this... if you want my blood, then take it. Take it all. I don't care! But please do not leave me in this cage." I begged with him. I knew it showed weakness but I couldn't help it. My strong reserve, my anger, dissipated and left behind nothing but fear. A gut-crushing fear. I could only pray for a shred of decency in the monster before me.
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Post by Vlad Tepes Dracula on Sept 24, 2006 7:31:15 GMT 1
Santino
"Why, you dare to ask?!! And I could ask a question myself, Why did Maharet allow Thorne to behead me?! Why did Marius not come to my rescue instead of sitting idly by like a Roman of ancient times, easily entertained by the very death of my immortal life. Why did he not convince Maharet or Mekare to release me, why did he allow me to be placed in that iron coffin for decades! Why you ask? You have no concept of the word! You who repeatedly asked your annoying questions to your maker for centuries! And yet, you calmly ask me why I do this to you! You might as well be asking Akasha why she allowed Azim to enter her body and make us all vampires! But I will answer your question, because as you once said in your own book, one must always be well mannered in their own home, and so I shall let you know why you are here and why I plan to torture you to the very last breath of your precious humanity! But not tonight, for I grow weary of your whiney voice, take heed Louis....the girl, her body is still warm, feed from her. Drain her dry whilst the blood is still warm enough to keep you from vomiting! Because soon you shall know a thirst as you have never known before!"
Silently I left him there, the body of the mortal girl crumbled in a miserable heap, such a pretty thing she was. Ah well, beautiful things should be kept under lock and key. And were this young damsel snug in her warm bed tonight she might be having sweet dreams of future lovers.
Speaking of which...Sybelle awaits!
Santino's thread to be continued in "Sybelle's Dungeon Chamber"
Dracula
I had been pacing his bedroom for hours now. My curiosity was rising, wondering what Santino would be doing to those fools now. The plans were at rest in his head, everything, what was to be done and how it was to be finished off. Santino and I seemed one of a kind; both killed and not saved by the ones who should have bothered for us. That was of no need in my mind right now though.
As time began to pass, my mind couldn't seem to bare it any longer. I swiftly blurred myself from the bedroom. My brides were nowhere in sight and those damned devils were useless now. Why did they need to flee in the time of need by the evil of our kind? No, not the evil, the true vampires. I was sick of all these vampires who danced among mortals and were kind to just about everyone they came across. Putting your trust in others so quickly should be punishable by impalement. Yes, that could be fun.
I hurried down the winding staircases that filled my castle. Once I got to the main floor, I could hear shuffling of feet in the dungeons. Apparently, someone was busy at work. There was no doubt in my mind that Santino was playing his games. Games, they sort of disgusted me. I killed to kill. I didn't play my games. I had done them in the past, but some of them were no use to me now. They were only of use if I needed something of dire importance. I had played many games in my time and how many times had I exactly been killed. Three? Yes, games were of no need if it meant me dying once more and having to face the devil with another sad story.
Finally, my thoughts had vanished with a good shaking of my head and I headed down into the dungeons. "SANTINO!" I yelled, but I was sure he was off into some chamber by now; taunting and making a mockery of the guests that graced my castle. If they could be called guests, but an unwilling person was either an intruder or a guest. Seeing as how he brought them in, I considered them guests. They would be treated like guests too, not well thought of guests, but guests. Even Van Helsing had a better welcome than the ones in my dungeons now.
I finally crossed paths with a door and opened it, coming inside to see Louis. Lestat's little plaything. Ah, how wondrous. Was I finally to meet the brat prince himself, face to face when he came to rescue this beautiful being from my adobe? Brat Prince? I couldn't seem to think he could even be called that. He was no prince. He couldn't hold the title like I had done in my mortal life.
I strode inside the room, peering around for Santino. When I found no trace of him, I shut the door behind me. When my eyes met Louis once more, I finally focused on the bars around him. Had Santino truthfully put him in a cage? Wouldn't chains be more acceptable? They were placed in every dungeon for a reason. I had put lycans in these things, to do my bidding. They were frightfully messy things when let loose.
Sighing, with another shaking of my skull, I sauntered toward Louis, looking in at him. It was almost like looking at a dog through those bars, locked away in a pound. And a mortal girl was in there. Was she a plaything for him, a meal? Oh this wouldn't do. I'd rather watch him eat raw meat than prey on this girl. He didn't deserve that much. I'd have to have a small chat with Santino before any of this nonsense continued. We were in my playground; it'd be my rules.
"Louis." My voice was rough, but yet soothing. It coursed through everyone's veins when I spoke it. It seemed to grace people and make them feel like everything was all right. That bothered me, but it was a mere curse of being a vampire for so long. I stopped there. I had no need to go on. I was here for a reason and I was sure Louis knew this. I needed information. I wasn't planning on doing too much torturing tonight. Males never nicked my fancy like the females did. Their screams were so much more enjoyable.
Louis
I sat in my cage, trying my best to keep sane. My eyes focused on the girl there with me. Her flesh was already stinking of rot and death. I closed her eyes, her face still held a fearful look, but her eyes were now empty. I sighed. Her demise was cruel and unnecessary. Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Amen...I crossed myself to pay respect hoping her soul would ascend to Heaven in compensation for her brutal end.
"Forgive me, cherie. I have no doubt you deserved a longer life and a more respectful death."
Her hair shimmered in the light of the moon as it seeped into the window. She was filthy, as Claudia had been. My mind instantly showed me the image of my orphaned pray. I wondered if this girl had anyone to inquire of her absence. Or perhaps she was just an urchant of her town as my Claudia had once been.
My eyes drifted to the window and I vaguely pondered, would this window bring about my demise? When the sun returned, would it come shining through the window and burn me in this cage, searing my flesh to the bars and eventually turning me to ash?
I saw a dark corner at the other end of the room, far from the window. If I could pull down this cage, iI could possibly roll it into the darkness. I could be safe there. It was worth at least a try. I shook and rocked with all my might. It went back and fourth, up and down. My efforts were futile.
I screamed, feeling the cage shake again with the echo. I wanted to sob but held it in. I stared at the stone floor below me and for the first time in years I looked to my Catholic upbringing. There was nothing more I could figure out to do, than hope the God of my youthful religion would help me. Forgive me my sins, oh Blessed Father. Forgive me for turning my back on you and your teachings. Spare me now, rescue me and I shall reform. I never asked of your miracles before, in my 200 years, but I beg you now to prove them.
Regardless of God existing or not, I felt as though my prayers would remain unheard and unanswered. I would wait here and remain here and put my fate and faith in God... or Lestat.
The door opened but I did not look up. I heard footsteps come toward me but still I did not lift my head. I had no desire to look on Santino now. His sneer made my stomache churn and his mockery made me so angry I could rip his throat out with my bare hands were I free.
I heard my name and my head shot up instantly. This new invader was not Santino. This voice. this man, I did not recognize. My heart began to pound harder than before. This was a new vampire. And never before had I wanted so much to see Lestat or David or Gabrielle... hell I'd even tolerate Armand. Anyone but this. I needed out, comfort, safety and someone familiar.
"Who are you? What do you want?!" I screamed.
Dracula
This was why I didn't put my prisoners in cages. The screaming. It was horrible. Plus, having acute senses didn't make the matters anymore fun to deal with. If I had to hear that screaming louder because I was a vampire, I'd most likely kill myself and get it over with. I hated hearing the whining and nonsense. Shaking my head, I moved closer, out of the shadows and into the small light that lit up some of the dungeon where Louis was residing.
"Hush. Please do not yell and rant and rave. I don't need to headache." Okay, so vampires didn't exactly get headaches, but he would be hearing that scream in his head during the night, along with all the other screams he had caused when he was alive. It wasn't a pretty thing to close your eyes to.
"I have come to stop this nonsense." I stalked over to the cage, gazing in at the dead woman in with Louis. Santino planned on feeding that thing to Louis. That woman looked half zombie. Disgusting. And she was dead now. Just what I needed. More dead corpses in my home, make it stink and really look like a vampire castle? I didn't think so.
"If I open this cage, you're not going to be moronic and try to attack, are you?" My eyes set on him, ignoring the dead body in the cage next to him. Even if Louis did plan on getting loose, I could stop him with a flick of my finger. Hopefully it wouldn't need to come down to that. I will treat him with respect as I do most my prisoners and he will treat me with the same respect back. If he doesn't, things will not turn out very pretty for anyone in this castle. Once I was in a rage, I was in a rage.
"I'm Vlad by the way." My accent grew thicker. I wasn't sure if it was because I was between angry and nearing stupidity, or it was because it was just a normal thing right now. I couldn't tell anymore than anyone else could. All I knew is that it didn't sound terribly pleasant or seducing like it usually was. And none of the Dracula crap any longer. I was tired of the Count Dracula thing. I was born with a name.
Louis
I watched him closely, I'm sure my look seemed insanely curious, like a child wide-eyed and perplexed by the giant world before it. But I couldn't help my curious disposition. What was this stranger's plan for me? Why was he offering me sanctuary from the cage? What other side of this apparent benevolance existed upon my acceptance of his terms?
"So if I promise not to attack you, which... I would never do simply because I am probably the weakest vampire you'll ever encounter, I know it would be futile, you'll let me out?" I had to be sure I knew what h was saying. "What do you both want with me? Why am I here? Where am I?"
I couldn't help the inquires. They spewed from my mouth. I knew Santino would be cruel and cryptic as to his plans for me. Perhaps this new vampire would give me the information I desired, so at least I knew how to handle this. Damn the fledling bond. I had to try and find Lestat... and if I can't contact him then maybe I could find Armand, or Marius... someone. His words distracted me.
"Vlad....as in..." I felt my eyes go wide again and I am sure I paled much more than I already was naturally. "Vlad...Dracula?" Perhaps it was a stupid question but how many vampires in the world could be named Vlad? How could I have been so stupid to think that Dracula was nothing but fiction? I was real wasn't I?
Suddenly, the world around me, seemed much smaller. The space seemed to enclose further and I couldn't breathe. Air would not get to my lungs. I started to panic. Not only was I locked in this room and this cage, I was locked in with Dracula. I was going to die for sure.
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Post by Vlad Tepes Dracula on Sept 24, 2006 7:31:41 GMT 1
"Yes, that is correct." I said to him absentmindedly. I didn't need him in a cage. I could have better uses for him outside of the bars. Inside the bars, all I could do was look at him. No vampire was to be caged and looked at like some circus animal. "Santino wants his revenge and I do not blame him. I know most of his plans, but I fear he might be keeping something from me. I shall be chatting with him later on tonight." Unless of course, something more important came up. That did happen sometimes. "And you are in my dungeons, Castle Dracula, Transylvania." It was a blunt answer.
A chuckle escaped from my mouth when he figured out who I was. I knew he was going to sooner or later. Plus, my first comment as to where he was would of given it away sooner. "Yes, Vlad Dracula. I do prefer to be called Vlad Tepes though. Dracula seems to only be a nickname to me." And truthfully it was. I could bother my father for that. Dracul..Dracula. It fit and I hated him for it. Sometimes I wished to never be connected to the man again. Now, I was for an eternity, to everyone who met me.
"I hope you won't harm Santino either when I release you from this cage. I will need to have you chained to a wall though. However, you won't be surrounded by bars. That is surely enough hospitality I can give in this type of situation. I am terribly sorry it needs to be this way." Normally I wouldn't treat another vampire harmfully unless they disappointed me in some way. Most vampires feared me anyway and wouldn't dare challange one of my stature.
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Louis II
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Post by Louis II on Feb 7, 2007 17:04:49 GMT 1
I could not decide how much was true and how much was farce. My mind was in a torrent, and for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to hold down a solitary thought. My eyes bristled over to the carcass beside of me before and inhaled a deep breath. There were tears that had crusted on the edges of my eyes, and they were beginning to burn now. Using a single fingernail, I scraped them off, letting the remnants flick to the ground.
I had a decision. A very, very unyielding and unforgiving decision. I could decide to remain locked away, and risk the wrath of Santino, or I could agree to Vlad’s terms. Though I knew of Santino’s horrors and utter sadism, within the confines of my own mind, I wondered if even he could be any match for Vlad Dracula. I would not cross either, given the opportunity.
The deliberation, though seemingly lasting years, quite realistically lasted only mere moments. Either way, it was utter torture, when I came to a single realization.
There was a chance that I would never see Lestat again.
And after everything that we had been through? After the tears, the fights….after we had made love. After all of it, I may never have the opportunity to look at his beautiful face again. And suddenly, I felt as though I would die. My entire body went rigid. My throat stopped in my throat. My lungs seemed to squeeze tightly together, and quickly, the sobs came quickly.
They came so quickly, in fact, and so abruptly that I was forced to my knees. Oh Lestat….I could see his every feature in my mind. I could see his golden hair, and if I fought hard enough, I could feel how soft it was against my fingers and body. I could see his marble, yet pliant, skin. I could see those eyes that were not really gray, not really blue.
All of the things that he said to me played through my mind, and I instantly regretted ever crossing him. I regretted how little I had told him how much I truly adored him. I regretted doing less for him. And I regretted the fact that I could, conceivably, never be able to kiss him again.
Maybe I said his name. Maybe I didn’t. I could not really tell one way or the other. Regardless, I slowly began to pull myself together. My hands went to my face where I wiped it clean of the blood tears, as best I could. Finally, I slowly brought myself to my feet, and facing Vlad, I choked out the only words that I could.
"Just...get me out of here..."
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