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Post by Stirling on Jun 29, 2020 0:59:08 GMT 1
[At The Mausoleum]
Stirling held a dozen of fresh white roses as he walked into the Mausoleum that had been specifically built for one tomb. Everything was just as he’d wanted it to be. A small smile touched his lips and his blurry tear filled eyes glittered against the eternal flame in the middle of the building. Silently, he looked up to see the artwork that was beautifully made of angels and the kingdom of heaven upon the ceiling.The colors were vivid and beyond anything he’d ever seen before. “Blood and Gold.” He whispered. A single tear slowly slid down his cheek as he continued to marvel at the beauty of it all. He would have sworn the artist could have been Armand or even dare he say...Marius. With a heavy heart, he lowered his head, another tear slid down his cheek. With a trembling hand he placed the flowers on top of the tomb.
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Post by Eudorus on Jun 29, 2020 1:04:49 GMT 1
[ Flashback - Ten Years Ago]
Eudorus, with his supernatural hearing, stopped beating Apollo’s face. He heard ticking. His head slowly turned in the direction of the Historical Library with a look of horror on his expression. "There is a bomb inside!" He telepathically communicated to Stirling. Apollo laughed insanely, his teeth stained with blood. “Did someone plant a bomb? How exciting!”
With gritted teeth, Eudorus ran for the Library. His chest ached, his breathing faster and faster as he ran harder than he ever did before in his life. He never felt fear like he did in this moment. An unshed tear shone in his eye. A vein in his temple popped out from the strenuous effort. And then in a blink of an eye, Apollo was there about fifty feet in front facing him, holding the head of Medusa with his arm outstretched proudly. He threw his head back and laughed. The unshed tear fell as Eudorus was stopped dead in his tracks and turned to stone.
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Post by Stirling on Jun 29, 2020 1:09:40 GMT 1
[Flashback - Ten Years Ago]
Stirling smiled to himself. They were oh so very close in getting a powerful book. A book which in fact belonged to the Mayfair Witches. The Elders would be rather pleased to know that the book would be placed in a secure vault and out of the hands of modern day civilians. “I’ve got the book.” Stirling heard Cassandra’s voice in his earpiece. “Good girl.” Stirling praised. He was sitting in a van outside watching tv monitors from the cameras inside the Library. “Go now to the back entrance and then come around.” He instructed. "There is a bomb inside!" Eudorus telepathically said to him. Stirling’s heart jumped into his throat. “Get out of there Cass!” He shouted. The explosion sent the van rolling with him inside.
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Post by Stirling on Jun 29, 2020 1:12:11 GMT 1
[At The Mausoleum]
Cassandra Marie Oliver, were the words on the tomb. Grief stricken, he went to his knees as tears spilled from his eyes. He covered his face with his palms. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He croaked. Stirling never had children and when Cassandra’s parents had died, as next of kin he took her in. She became his daughter. And now she was gone and it was all his fault. “I miss you.” He whispered.
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Post by Stirling on Jun 29, 2020 1:15:54 GMT 1
~Present Day~
[Private Medical Examiners Lab]
Stirling stared down at the body. He was trying to determine how long the man had been dead from the ashy skin and decay. The puncture wounds on the neck were not uncommon for him to see but to any ordinary individual this was a mysterious crime. One that would be talked about for decades. This in particular vampire or vampires plural are different from the other vampires he had observed and encountered before. When this vampire bites it injects its prey with some kind of paralysis. Leaving the victim vulnerable. Stirling squinted, in deep thought, he wondered why. Most vampires who were more well adapted to their nature could hypnotize their victims. The wrist was slit and the blood taken in that manner. Why? This baffled him. “It seems this vic is the same as the last one.” The medical examiner said. “Thanks Gladis. I owe you one.” Stirling said. “I’ll get rid of the body. Don’t worry.” Gladis called after him. “Thanks!” He raised a hand to wave.
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Post by Stirling on Jun 29, 2020 1:18:25 GMT 1
[At The Hotel]
Stirling stood at the wall, drink in hand as he looked at the timeline of the crimes with photos and dates and locations. He scratched his overgrown beard and took a drag off his cigarette. These days he went rogue. A knock at the door. “Enter.” Room service let themselves in. He paid a large tip and they left. He really didn’t care to eat but the whiskey he would gladly take. He hung up his wrinkled jacket that he would wear the next day. He caught his reflection in the mirror. Out of anger he threw his glass at it causing it to break. He didn’t like what he saw. He hit the wall with his fist. He fought back the lump in his throat. Grabbing his hair with both hands he stared down at the floor breathing fast before he yelled in anger and hit the wall again. What he really wanted was to kill Apollo. That jealous freak that couldn’t leave things be. How was he to kill a God? Impossible for a human. Someday...someday he would find a way.
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Post by Stirling on Jul 11, 2020 5:11:03 GMT 1
[Hotel] Stirling sat at the table in the dining area looking over the swell of information on the killer with bloodshot eyes. He went over the evidence again and again. He began to make connections to things he already knew. Vampires hunt usually in the same area for a stretch of time before moving on. The method used was either to kill the evildoer or the little drink. The Killer Vampire stayed in the same area but killed at random. Sloppy. Stirling finished his Scotch and was seeing double. It was time for bed so he stumbled to the bedroom and stripped his clothes along the way leaving a trail. He was asleep before his head ever hit the pillow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Dreaming] He was running down a worn path at twilight with tall grass on either side. The path was a mile out to a clearing. His surroundings looked like something from the Blair Witch Project. There were bones hanging from trees like wind chimes. He saw a small decrepit house. As he approached the house he looked through the square jagged teeth of broken glass. He could hear muffled human voices and saw a hint of shadow movement from within. Instinctively, he went inside to investigate. The house was dark and musty. Stirling clicked on a small flashlight from his jacket pocket giving him a little light to see. He swatted cobwebs that were hanging in his face. “Help!” The muffled sound came from an open door on the wooden floor. He cleared two or three steps at a time until he got down to a dirt floor and rock walls. The walls were lined with iron candlestick holders. Some candles were lit here and there, leaving some places in the corridor dark. “Help me! Please!” A child's voice shouted and echoed. The light of his flashlight bounced down the corridor as he ran towards the voice. Then the corridor forked, giving him pause. Something unseen knocked the flashlight out of his hand. He froze. “Hello?” He said. Every instinct in him didn’t want to turn around but he did it. Every muscle tensed. He could feel a presence. It was dark and malicious. His heart began to beat faster as his breath came out shakily. There was a low growl. Stirling knew this was no ghost. He drew his pistol and pointed it at the sound. It came out of the darkness with red lips and pointed teeth. It's cold black eyes shifted rapidly. It drummed it’s long nosferatu like fingers in front of its chest. It had sculpted features and dark brown shoulder length hair. “Help me! Please!” It mimicked the child's voice and smiled. “You son of a bitch!” Stirling shouted in anger and fired his pistol. Suddenly, he was slammed against the rock wall, jolting a grunt out of him. The force of it had him staggering with the wind knocked out him. In a fraction of a second the Killer Vampire grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as if to deliver a kiss. Stirling’s words froze in his throat as he stared into those glassy black orbs. The Vampire took the pistol from his hand and tossed it away. With a sly grin the monster enveloped them both with his cloak, shrouding them in total darkness. Then there was a piercing sting…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stirling bolted upright in his bed in a cold sweat and breathed as if he’d been held under water for a long time. He touched his neck and came away with blood on his fingertips. “This isn’t possible.” He whispered in disbelief. As this was brought to light, he went to the bathroom and gingerly examined his neck. There was nothing there. The blood on his fingertips was gone. He turned on the sink and drank from the faucet. He had cotton mouth so bad that his tongue felt like a brillo pad. He washed his face and then went back to bed thinking that was the most bizarre dream he’d ever had.
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Post by Stirling on Aug 8, 2020 21:15:27 GMT 1
[ Following A Lead ]
Stirling flicked his cigarette to the ground as he walked towards the Jazz Club. He entered wearing a new suit and tie. His shoes were polished. He was clean shaven. His fedora was cleverly placed at an angle on his head.
He made his way to the bar. The saxophone player on stage was cast in a smoky blue hue in the spotlight. People were watching or dancing with their partners. It was a pretty swanky place and he played the part by blending in.
The last place the killer struck was near this location. “Scotch on the rocks please.” He addressed the bartender as he sat on the stool. “Make it a double.”
He scanned the place with his eyes and received a few flirtatious winks from the ladies. He smiled and thought to himself. Old man, you still got the charm.
This wasn’t the time for romance, he had a killer to apprehend. What would he do if he came face to face with it? He had a few choice weapons hidden on his person.
Oh wouldn’t the Elders love knowing about him interfering with the supernatural? They’d probably have him killed like Aaron Lightener. He didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid of dying. Not anymore.
“Sir.” The bartender said, pulling him from his thoughts. He placed another drink before him. “The lady at the end of the bar sent this to you.”
Stirling lifted the drink and smiled at the lady. He downed it, loving the flavor. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Slowly, he turned in his seat and saw through the window a hooded man with his hands in his pockets looking into the Jazz Club.
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Post by Stirling on Aug 15, 2020 22:59:15 GMT 1
The lights began to flicker. Energy buzzed in the air. Stirling took a quick look around. Everyone in the room stopped moving. It was as if they were frozen in time.
A man walked into the Jazz Club dressed like he just walked off a cover of a magazine. He had tan skin and longish blonde beach wavy hair that he’d tied neatly back. There was a very visible silver streak of hair just at his right temple. He had on a pair of dark sunglasses.
He took a seat at the darkened corner of the room. Stirling slid off his bar stool and made his way over to where the man was sitting. Something told him to do it.
Time unfroze suddenly. The saxophone player continued his playing as if he never missed a beat. A waiter stopped over and the man ordered a drink for them both. In a flash the waiter returned with drinks and left. The man smiled. His teeth were brilliantly white.
“I feel it is my grand duty to introduce myself to you. My name is Wendall Wilson.”
“Stirling Oliver.” He extended his hand. Wendall shook it and took a sip of his drink.
“Well now that the intros are out of the way, let me tell you why I am here.” Wendall said.
Stirling sat there and listened with great interest. This man intrigued him.
“The killer you are looking for escaped my world. You see, my world is the Dream Realm. Things of mythology and magic. It’s a mirror of your world. Only so much more in my opinion. “
Wendall paused and sipped his drink. Stirling downed his drink and the waiter brought another like he had been told to do so telepathically.
“Open portals or tears in the fabric of the universe in my world open doors to the Wake Realm. Monsters of the night love to prey on the innocent by entering. Some monsters like to crossover and hide in your closet or under the bed. If the monsters know that you are aware of this they will send assassins to deal with you in your dreams.”
Stirling lit a cigarette, his brows drawn together in deep thought. “How do you know this information?” He asked.
Wendall smiled, flashing his white teeth. “Because I am the CEO, Founder and Ruler of the Dream Realm. I am and forever will be, the Sandman.” He said this and leaned forward to slide his sunglasses down to reveal his golden eyes. With a chuckle he leaned back in his seat and pushed his sunglasses back in place.
Stirling was still trying to process this information. He’s dealt with vampires, werewolves, ghosts..ect but this was a first. The god damned Sandman was sitting across from him and giving him information!
“Do go on.” Stirling said casually.
“If you do not heed my warning and do nothing then soon it will not be only adult dead bodies you find. Next it will be children. “ Wendall said flatly.
“I’ve been tracking the killer for months now. This is the last location where a dead body has been found.” Stirling said.
“Ah, yes.” Wendall nodded. “But do you remember the dream you had about the old decrypted house in the woods?”
Stirling’s eyes widened.
“I gave you that dream hoping you would know the location. The killer has moved on you see.”
This night was getting better and better. So many what the F moments. Stirling was glad he didn’t have a heart problem.
“Let’s take a walk. Shall we?” Wendall said. The two made their way outside into the night air.
“What should be my next course of action?” Stirling asked.
“There is a wooded area just on the outskirts of this township. The killer lurks there. You will need help though. This killer is very strong and fast.” Wendall said.
“Why can’t you help? You know so much.” Stirling asked.
“Not my circus, not my monkeys. It is very rare that I even show my face in the Wake Realm. I came to you because the monster escaped my Realm. What you do with that information is up to you.” Wendall grinned.
“Yes, of course. Thank you.” Stirling said.
Wendall stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked from his left and to his right and smiled then at Stirling. “You are quite welcome. It's been a pleasure. I hope I never have to see your face again under these circumstances.” Wendall flashed his white teeth. “Farewell Stirling and good luck.”
Wendall Wilson dematerialized in a cloud of golden dust partials. A few quiet minutes ticked by...
“Come out. I know you’re there.” Stirling called.
The hooded man was in the shadows.
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Post by Jonny on Aug 15, 2020 23:52:08 GMT 1
Jonny Woods stood in the shadows over hearing the conversation. He knew about the killer. He could help Stirling.
He was good at fighting. Being half human half vampire he had an advantage. Jonny hated the thought of children dying at the hands of a psycho killer.
"Come out. I know you are here." Stirling said.
Jonny approached Stirling slowly. He pulled his hood down to reveal his face. He had chiseled features. His eyes were bright, almost clear in color. He had long brown hair and a beard. He was tall and muscular.
“I know the area where the killer stays. I’ve tried to get to him but it’s been hard. Bounty hunters by the name Rufus and Gretchen are after him as well. And, they are after me. Anyone who possesses supernatural powers or is a supernatural being are hunted by those two. I can’t get close enough without them almost catching me.”
He sighed, “I just want to help.” Jonny thought he saw a ghost of a smile touch the old man’s lips.
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Post by Stirling on Aug 16, 2020 20:37:02 GMT 1
To be continued in the Insane Asylum for the Supernatural board under the Stakeout thread.
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