Hellsrequiem

Posted by: Roderick Aug 9 2008, 11:47 PM

"HELP!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the night. It was a scream of terror, and one of fright. Greg knew that yet another innocent lady was about to become a victim of the vampires. Ah well, it was all part of Fate and he should let Nature take its course. Who was he have a say in this?

Still, someone needed help, and... ARGH! To hell with Fate!
Greg rushed towards the source of the scream, hoping with all his heart that it wasn't too late. The wind swept past his ears, ruffled his hair and was threatening to blow away his coat.
---
Dashing behind a tree, melting into the shadows, Greg saw the pale vampire fighting to get to a struggling young lady's neck. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew out his necklace and detached the dagger. It glowed with the power of silver, and shimmered with an aura in the moonlight.

Greg gripped the dagger tightly, and closed his eyes. Releasing the dagger from his fingers, he could direct within his mind's eye the path the dagger would take. From his fingers, to the vampire's heart and back again.
Slicing through the air, the dagger shot straight for the vampire. It knew nothing, only that it had to complete its mission.
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Posted by: guitarzean Aug 10 2008, 06:37 AM

Selene slipped among the shadows, and flitted through the dark alleys. However debonair she wanted to be, Selene had many things go through in her mind. She always had to make sure that no one could see her while keeping check on the time so that she would not be late for her shift at the Myst Machineworks. This company was situated along an industrial estate that was along the outskirts of the city. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city life, the streets were quiet and eerie. But Selene can never take the risk of being seen by people.

She fears the people, the people who are all greatly sinned. Now in the sixteenth century, things start to be modernized. The cathedrals which once dotted the major cities are now torn down to make way for modernized architectures and buildings. The straw roofs of every house were removed, and in its place are clobbered tiles and bricks. Wooden stilts and banisters were now considered old fashioned, while pillars of bricks and cement are now the in thing. Cathedrals were once the obvious signs of wealth, but now every buildings and houses are built with the same materials as these magnificent and picturesque cathedrals. The once magnificent buildings which were built for the greater glory of God were now blended in with the rest of the buildings around it. Now carts and horses were not the only transportation, the Steam Age has now taken over the world. Rails and tracks now lay the fields and meadows, connecting the kingdom of Stalyxa, bringing the people from country to country. Along these tracks, monsters with wheels chug along while spewing steam and creating eerie and monstrous noises. These new things as people called modernization were consuming and engulfing every city and town.

However modern the city might be, nothing could be compared to the machineries in Myst Machineworks. These metallic monsters work day to night without once stopping, using the Myst for industrialization. Myst was something that every vampire and werewolves alike need in order to survive. Without which they would die. The clock struck twelve. The bell from the nearby clock tower struck twelve times. 

Dong, dong, dong, dong. This repeated for another three more times. The striking of the bell could be heard from all over the Kingdom of Stalyxa. Each strike on the bell invites the new day, breaking the stillness of the twilight slowly inviting dawn to crack upon the kingdom. In the wee hours of the morning, before the sun rises, this was the time when it was most dangerous. Parents would always tell their children to keep away from the windows and streets at this time of the day.

Everyone was deep asleep except for the abnormal human, or what they called beasts. At this point in time, every vampire, werewolf, mutated beings, all come out of their hiding places. This was the time they lurk the streets, preying on their unfortunate victims.

It was an hour or so before her shift officially starts for the day. The wind blew against Selenes face, making it hard for her to breathe. Her silky black locks swayed alongside the wind, as the strong breeze caressed her long hair. They look like a coal black mesh ready to trap the hearts of men, like little flies in a flawless cobweb. God was like a spider in creating this beautiful lady so delicately.

Selene pulled down her rough cotton cloak over her head, preventing the wind from billowing alongside her hair. Shadows now played on her face, covering most part of her pale white skin. As she swiftly ran through the dark alleys, she looked paranormal and uncanny. The brownstone houses lined the streets leading to the Myst Machineworks, the once Medieval Houses were all torn down. Medieval houses had a timber frame, while the walls were panels made using wattle and daub. The roofs of the houses were thatched and could cause fires easily.

In a distance, the clock struck one; it was already an hour into the new day. As Selene picked up her steps, she felt the wind blow against her legs, making her movement slower. The factory was nearing in sight, she was late for work.

"Ah, what do we have here Darson, Mythworkers, young little things too. They could scarcely feed one of us.
Selene stopped in her tracks; she looked around for any weird or paranormal sightings. Just beside the factory, a few blocks down the road, five lonesome creatures were standing in a corner. Vampires, again.

With all the attacks over the fights of the Myst, these young and new vampires took the opportunity going round wrecking havoc in the city. They were all green to their newfound cravings; the taste of blood could just turn them on. Their eyes, were dark, not the usual topaz colour that most vampires have when they were not thirsty. The eyes of all vampires, including Selenes, would darken when the vampires were thirsty and crave for the taste of fresh human blood.

"Oh, but Aiden, Madox has already feed, so these two are for us." The vampire named Madox was clearly the oldest of the three vampires.

Selene, huddled behind a lamppost, though it does not offer her with much undercover, that was the only place around that she could hide behind.

Anica!

That name sound familiar. Selene muttered under her breath, recalling where she heard the name before. It was not long before it sparked her, Anica was that pretty little thing which worked in the previous shift before Selene. Anica was her nickname which everyone calls her at Myst Machineworks, her given name was Bianca. As much as Selene had known, Bianca was not a vampire, or so she thought. Under the dim fluorescent light, Biancas face was alluring and stunning. It was not a wonder that the vampires would be attracted to her.

Another girl, who should also be a human and Biancas friend, was dragged away by the other two vampires. Before Bianca could react and save her friend, the vampire who was called Madox, landed his fist on Bianca. Lunging forward to send her flying into a box of broken glass; the glass sliced through her skin. Fresh blood trickled down her arms. The smell of crimson red blood was too unbearable; Selene could tell it was tasty and succulent from afar.

"You should watch what you wish for," Bianca hissed in the distance, as Madoxs fangs possessed her neckline. Warm blood oozed down her chest as he gorged himself, and all she could do was laugh in his ear, oblivious to the pain. "Too late."

Her face was calm and composed, Selene stood there watching. Normal humans would have screamed and yelled at the sight of them being bitten by a vampire, but Bianca stood there affixed to the ground. She was out of her mind, it would be within seconds she would be out-cold and dead.

What Selene predicted was wrong. Madox's eyes instead widened and he released his hold on Bianca; backing away and clutching his throat. Selene stood there watching as the sight unfolds.

Her blood, shes not a human! Selene stood affixed.
Help! Biancas friend shrieked.
"Be still wench! It's only a nibble." 

There was a movement among the shadows; a man was running towards the girls while drawing out something from his necklace. It was a dagger. It glistened and glowed under the lamplight, and moonlight, it added on to the eerie aura along the streets.

The man gripped the dagger tightly, and stabbed into the vampires chest. He then shoved it out of his body. Blood gurgled out from the corpse. The young vampire now lay dead on the streets.

The whole while, Selenes hand was firmly grasped onto her Medieval Falchion, a birthday gift her grandfather gave her on her twenty-eighth birthday when she was still a human a hundred years ago. As the vampire fell to the ground, Selenes falchion too dropped onto the cobbled streets. There was a clink and a clank, as the metal sword came in contact with the ground.
Selene hurriedly picked up her falchion.


Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 10 2008, 07:24 AM

Madox's yells billowed down the street, cursing any innocents around with frozen appendages, or warning them to hide under beds. Anica lifted herself weary to her knees, crawling over to her rapier and snatching it up. She sat there watching the mountain of a beast gag on his own tongue, fighting the transformation her blood was forcing in his veins.

"Dont' struggle...," she whispered, her throat still pumping her blessed blood. "Ha, I bet you've said that a time or two in your hunts. Don't struggle, it will be over soon. Irony. Well, the same applies here."

She stood up, using her blade to do so, and lumbered closer to the vampire, now on his knees, doubling on all fours. "It will change you, only if you allow it to. It will wash a way all the evil in your veins, and your fangs will be no more. All you have to do is to stop struggling, embrace it - or die."

She placed her blade lightly on the back of his neck, awaiting his answer. Will he allow her blood to return him to his true state - human, or will he fight for the demonic powers his previous change gifted him with. It was all on him now.

"Help!"

Anica's head turned just in time to see a silver blade docile the young vampire's actions. He fell to the ground, releasing Marline, who ran for the hills rather than waiting to see if her friend was okay. Ani grunted, knowing the accident-prone girl would end up running into another group of vamps on her way to nowhere. She needed to finish this fast, and find her...but she wondered who helped her friend out. Unfortunately, her wondering would have to wait.

"CLINK...CLANG!"

Anica's turned and lifted down the street behind the calming Madox. Her eyes were adjusting to the soft morning hues trying to awaken in the horizon. With her weakening sight, she saw a woman standing further down the walk, trying to hide herself from the actions present. Anica was on high alert. She could sense that she was a vampire, but she did not attack. She could not see her face well enough to get a description, but no matter - that person saw her attack. They are watching Madox's change right now. That can't happen, but she could do nothing about it. Right now, she was losing strength, she needed to go.

Backing up she found the location of her stake, not taking her eyes off the woman from a far. Not knowing where the guy stood who helped Marline out, she knew taking the streets was not a good plan. So she headed down the nearest alley to take to the rooftops. The quicker she got home, the better she would feel - that if Blaine wasn't watching her actions. 

New Day


Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 10 2008, 09:41 PM

"Sooo, Blaine - you said we were to just - hang around places, correct? I hope you know this is insane. You, of all people, shouldn't be out during daybreak. I don't care how many cloak you wear over your head. You look ridiculous."

The Tauro-demon always looked fairly human, passes for it easily cause of his volumed blond hair hiding his bull horns, but not this time. He bypassed his usual sanding of his horns to doctor Bianca back to health rapidly. Now, anyone could see the slight tips of his demon pride, no matter how oddly he combed his hair, or covered it with hoods. No matter, Blaine still looked stupid wearing a dark cloak in the summer.

"You just keep looking."

They walked along the streets, passing humans walking home from work or going to work. It was all the same in this town. Everyone worked with the machine, and at the end of the day, they all smelled of it - Myst. Anica hand to cover her nose at its aroma. She almost couldn't stand to stay around the newsstand with all readers reeking of its heavenly scent. To this alteration of the norm, Myst was like an enhancement to a very fine wine. In the event of altering a human, it caused their blood to sweeten...not a good thing for her. This was why she normally would not be caught dead outside at this hour, but the blood concoction she consumed before leaving helped sustain the urge to feed...unfortunately the longing to quench her addiction to the finer things was not fulfilled. 

"Ani!"

Her eyes were lingering upon the neck of a rather beautiful gentleman around her age standing before her. He was reading the latest news about the uprising of the unknown creatures, plowing the streets at night with their version of horror, doing anything to scare people from venturing out at night to work. Their demands were simple enough - stop mining for Myst, and they would stop feeding on the innocent.

Bianca jerked towards Blaine's voice, finding him in the shadows of a Cathedral a few steps away from the newstand. She pulled herself away from the temptation, walking briskly to his side. Her skirt hem was twisting between her ankles in her rush, which she grunted under her breath, wondering why she didn't change when she had the chance.

"He's close...or at least someone is."

"I wished you'd asked for directions . Typical men. You have no idea where to find this guy, yet you send me out here - at this hour - for the goose chase! You're plum crazy Blaine." 



Posted by: guitarzean Aug 10 2008, 09:48 PM

Selene worked in the department hidden within the chaos; there laid a weaponry factory funded by the government within Myst Machineworks itself. There they created new technological advancements such as weapons that are able to utilize Myst as a weapon, some of which included the infamous Reflexors.

Selene pulled her cloak down over her head; she flitted through the shadows, preventing others to recognize her vampire traits. Her eyes now all blackened, she was thirsty, thirsty for blood. But ever since she turned into a vampire, she had controlled her crave for human blood. All she feeds on are the blood of animals, big and small alike.

It was within seconds when Selene arrived at her department. In front of her was a large steel door, two guards stood on each side of the door. On the steel door, the large capitalized letters were engraved into it. It spelt WEAPONRY.

Password please. A gruffly voice sounded from one of the guards.

Aphrodite.

Password correct, please enter. The guards voice was monotonous and low.

As the huge metal doors slide open, the sight before Selene was not new to her. But it was always so captivating for her, though she had worked there for years. This underground chamber was unknown to many, except the workers who worked in that department.

Machines groaned as they worked endlessly, without stopping for a rest. Thick dense smoke spewed out from these machines, making it hard for anyone to see each other. These humongous machines lay in a circle around a glistening pool of material. This glistening material was none other than Myst.



Posted by: Alucard Aug 11 2008, 05:06 PM

((As I said Before, Myst is a supernatural force that exists in "all places" think of it like a reflective rainbow colored fog in the air. When it is particularly "dense" it can take this form and be visible to the naked eye. Normally Myst resides in all natural organisms, such as plant life. In a massive rain forest, Myst would be dense due to the large scale of plant life, and vise versa, Dense Myst = Dense plant life. Myst will sometimes Pool together and turn into a liquefied form, this however is extremely rare. However humans have created machines that are able to suck Myst into itself from surrounding areas and send it to city's through pipelines. Much like gas or oil. When so much Myst is put into an isolated place, it liquefies and creates a Myst pool. 

Now think of the planet as a human being, Myst would be its oxygen, so Myst is what the planet "breathes" in order to exist. when the Myst of a certain area is used up, it tends to die out and become a barren wasteland until enough Myst can re-gather and from new life. Supernatural beings, such as vampires, demons, werewolves, are created through Myst, and need it in order to survive, a vampire who lives in a dense Myst, does not need to suck blood from another being, the Myst is all it will need. The decline in Myst in certain areas forces these beings to feed of other beings. the Myst manifest, happened due to the High Myst content in Myst City, causing the unnatural manipulation of Myst into a magical force, Maji Reflexors, a type of gun also have these abilities, giving them the power to Harness Myst and shoot it at an enemy with magical force. When the Myst started mutating people they became Dependant on Myst, this is the reason why most affected people work for the Myst Works.))



Posted by: Alucard Aug 16 2008, 01:44 AM

Movement caught his eye. a group of people wandered around, seemingly aimlessly in search of somebody. -they may or may not be an employer- he thought to himself. Nowadays almost anybody was an employer of his craft, being a well known mercenary to almost everybody was getting annoying, he usually didn't show his face in public anymore, otherwise crowds of people swarm around him, wanting him to free them of there problems in exchange for anything he might want. Things anywhere from money, to women and many things in between. But this time he decided to show himself to this group, they looked wealthy enough and in need of information. 



Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 16 2008, 07:11 AM

"Let's go."

Blaine started to make his way up the cathedral steps, Bianca followed relieved to be leaving the congested sidewalk. The building was silent except for the loud thuds Blaine's heavy work boots made of the polished wood floors. 

These days the faithful would settle their fears here with their God, hoping that just their presence on holy ground would be enough to protect them from the demons outside, but there was a catch. These vampires could walk within the circumference of purity, God's protection did not touch them...not with the blessed Myst out of their systems. Now, the cathedral was like a night time marketplace where vampires could stroll the aisles and pick which delicatessen they wished to feast on. So, the church sat silent all except for the priest and nuns who gave their lives daily to protect it.

Bianca scanned the large sanctuary, trying to find some abnormal presence in the room besides herself and Blaine. Who was this guy he was taking about, and why was he so important to this myst cause? She was starting to get ancy, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, still suffering from the lost of tantalizing scents from the street which still lingered in the air around her within the church. From the corner of her eye, she spotted movement from the open stairwell on the left hand side of the church. A shadow was crossing over the shine path of a window. She tensed, for she caught the figures scent...what this him?

Blaine turned towards the soft shuffling steps, taking his normal serious stance - arms folded over his burly chest, and feet shoulder width apart - intimidating. Bianca stood shy of his height, by his side.

"Oh, my children. Have you come for confession?"

The long robes of Brother Clarence brushed the ground as he stepped forward. Bianca stepped back behind Blaine, letting him speak on her behalf. There was not way she was going to savor the reverenced Brother's pure scent. That would be just as sinful as her presence in that church, or feeding on the man before the alter. One out of three sins was enough for her to deal with. Once the Brother had left the building to attend to his daily rounds, she relaxed and returned to Blaine's side. 



Posted by: guitarzean Aug 16 2008, 09:28 PM

Selene eyes blackened with thirst. Her throat all parched and try. It was burning in there, like someone had just shoved a hot piping iron down her gullet. Her hands flew to her throat clutching them, trying to block out the piercing pain.

Selene, are you alright?

The voice was sweet and soft. The voice of a female. But her blood, it was hot and fresh. The smell of her crimson red blood wavered into her nose. From afar, Selene could hear her heart thumping, pumping blood as she waited for a response.

Thirsty.

She was thirsty, thirsty for blood. Ever since she turned into a vampire, Selene had never killed a human before, but this time she could not resist the temptation. The whole department was teeming with human beings, humans with blood that rush through their entire body.

Selene?

Calm down. She whispered to herself. In order to be here with a large group of humans, it takes patience and endurance to not kill anyone.

Yes, I am alright. Just something stuck in my throat. Selene replied into the open, not knowing who asked the question.

Alright? Then get to work! Now! The voice turned from an innocent little girl to a vicious monster. So much for staying calm, she could have sucked the blood dry from her department head. That obnoxious lady, Selene just wished she could lay her teeth on her one day.

She hurried to her post, placed on her gloves. She flicked some controls on the machine. The Myst glimmered and shined under the dim office lights. It served as a mirror. Selene looked into her reflection, her flawless face looked back at her. But in the face, were a pair of coal black eyes. She was still thirsty.

She stared hard into the mirror, beckoning for the black colour to fade from her once topaz eyes. But as she continuously blinked, a new figure appeared in the reflection. This one was old and wrinkled. Lines were pressed onto the face. Her eyes were glaring back at her.

Selene Arnauld! Stop daydreaming, start work now! 
It was that vicious old lady again. Hatred seethed in Selenes eyes.

Selene stared as the machines slowly sucked all the Myst from the factory's surroundings. This gas was able to control the thirst of a vampire when they come in contact with it. Selene walked to the far end of the machine, the condensed pool of Myst slowly travel down a pipe before it gets secrete out as liquid. As the condensed and liquefied Myst came in contact with Selene, she felt her thirst being nullified. As she stared at her own reflection, the topaz colour were coming back into her eyes.

There was silence in the department, lest for the droning of machines. Was this him? There was a voice within her head. In her mind, she saw a cathedral. There were three people there, two men and a female. The vision steered to the stairwell of the cathedral. There was something reflective there, and in the reflection she saw a familiar face. Bianca.

Is she in trouble? Selene muttered.

Selene was thinking about Bianca, about who saved her, until she saw the images and voices unfolding before her. So, this was the hidden talent that she was waiting for. Every vampire, more or less, would be blessed with a talent once they were transformed into a bloodsucker.

Their talents were based on their human lives. Selene guessed that she had an excellent ear when she was a human, hearing very small sounds that others could not hear. So this was her talent. Telepath.
The cathedral was familiar; it was the one Selene used to walk through every day from home to work. 

Why was he so important to the Myst cause? How could he allow the dominant use of Myst?

Endless trains of thoughts and question whizzed past her head. 

Posted by: C.A.Sand Aug 21 2008, 12:18 AM

Finishing his prayers William stood up and nearly recoiled in shock. To busy dealing with Jonathan he had missed the terrors. One clearly a hybrid who had spent too much time in the Myst. And another who was surely a daemon. The topper however was the fact that a young lady from the vile works was with them.

He spoke internally No not in my church, not in my town, and not in my personal space. Jonathan I do think you may just get your vile wish today. Reaching into his coat his hand closed on the reflexor when he heard someone shout Bianca! 

He knew that voice. Many a dark night returning from some nightmare of a fight he had heard that voice. It belonged to one of the R&D girls Serina? Stellene? Selene, that was her name. He knew for sure she was a vampire, but that was part of the job.

Knowing that he could not fight without harming Selene he moved his hand away from the gun and drew out instead a rosary and sat in a pew. Something both innocent and placing William close enough to rescue Selene if need be. Because unfortunately protecting the researchers who might someday free him from Jonathan was a top priority on his list.



Posted by: guitarzean Aug 21 2008, 06:05 AM
Everyone turned towards her. Every eye tailed her every movement. Bianca was starting to look tense; she was so agitated, probably wondering why Selene knew her name. Her hands were clutching her sheath, Bianca was ready to draw her rapier and aim the sword at her. Though Selene knew the rapier was useless for her cold marble skin, she did not take action. Yet.

"Anica, Wait." A man had his hand outstretched, whispering for Bianca to come back. Bianca had already walked nearer to Selene. His steps moving across the carpet quickly. He was by her side within split seconds.

"Patience," he murmured.

He looked up at Selene, this time raising his voice, his words hollered down the hallway. "What do you know of that name, lady? There is no one here that goes by such."

Selene hissed, knowing that he was lying through his teeth. But his eyes were unblinking, though they were standing a distance away. Selene could hear every thought and word everyone said in this flamboyant interior of the cathedral.

Should she play along, or should she reveal her power. Selene did not know what to do; she was caught between both choices. Though she was not spoilt of choices, this decision was hard to make.

Oh really, Blaine? Then I probably made a mistake. She decided to play along. A smirk played across her face. She had decided on revealing both her power subtly as well as playing along.



Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 22 2008, 09:48 PM
((Recap))

"What is your purpose for being here, butting in where you don't belong?" 

"Um..." Jason said to get Bianca's attention. "To answer your question, I was called here. By...the power with in my...the myst. I think.

Bianca felt no threat from the guy, but it was rather strange for a human in the myst to feel called

A few things happened all at once: 

Bianca's awareness was on high alert, for something was about to occur - unpleasantly. Blaine's touch upon her consciousness hinted that he was upset, and the darken man who made him so was heading down the aisle her way. The figure that once stood at the doors had moved to the shadows, now piercing into the lights. She still was unsure of this person's intentions, or why she was so concern about them - more so than the others. And then, the silence in the wakening church was broken by a shout.

"Bianca!"

She turned around, wondering who the h3ll knew her well enough to call her by her real name. Blaine and Degeen were the only two alive who had the rights to call her such. This female did not. 

And then, there was the scent...a vamp, the same one who witnessed her secret yesterday. What was going on? Bianca was nervous, which was not good at all. Her demon started to stir, for nothing more than protection, and her hand fell upon the hilt of her rapier which hugged her curved hip. 

"Anica, Wait." Blaine called her back. His steps moving across the carpet quickly. "Patience." 

His voice then rang towards the doors. "What do you know of that name, Lady? There is no one here that goes by such."

Oh really, Blaine? Then I probably made a mistake.

His serious position faltered slightly, Bianca wondered how that was possible. The man was impenetrable, cant get him to relax, or loosen up for just a laugh, nothing. He was worst than a drill sergeant. The lady smirked at her comment, giving him the impression that the vampire was trying to play him for a fool. Then, taking a moment to search his history, he came upon a name that belonged to her face, not believing that the past caught up with him. 

In the center of her change, he carried her away from the eyes of the Vatican and into safety. Just like every other night for the past 24 years, Blaine protected the neophytes who were discarded after being bit. She had potential, he felt that, but to save her soul was his quest. To bring her to the secret But, in the end, she remained what she had become, for his student was no longer there.

Mistake, yes. One you know not to make." He crossed his arms in a serious tone, back to his normal state, and looked upon the woman like an instructor. The same type of look Bianca was use to seeing. "No matter. Its good to see youre still alive Selene.



Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 23 2008, 09:38 AM

((No. I'm thinking that when she was bitten, as you said, Blaine happen to had witnessed the ordeal back then, and tried to save her....

To take her to Bianca so she could use her gift, but when they arrived where she was, Bianca was not there. So, Selene ended up turning fully into a Vampire and c'est la vie.

If anything, Blaine helped her out until she was ready to go her own way. No instructor/master thingie going on. He just has that type of authority about him. He had a very successful military history behind him, before he turned into a Tauro demon, so that drill sergeant/instructor type attitude he has maintain, especially since he'd ran across Bianca and learned of what she was, and why she is vital to the cause.)) 



Posted by: Alucard Aug 26 2008, 01:36 PM

Raven nudged past the people in his way, and made for the door. "dont forget, the crimson ace of spades" he shouted back to them as he walked past Selene, as he did so he looked her in the eyes briefly, exiting the cathedral afterwards. 



Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 26 2008, 09:49 PM

No matter. Its good to see youre still alive Selene.

Bianca listened to Blaine acknowledge Selene, seeing clear signs that he knew her well enough to trust her with her existence, or their history gave her such clearance. Really, she didnt wish to know, but the woman was a danger, for she revealed who she was, absentmindedly, like it was nothing to worry about. Oh, but there wasat least, for Bianca.

Just then, a rudely cold brush of wind pushed her to the side, and the dark cloaked figure of the man Blaine just paid off stepped passed the growing crowd clogging up the aisle. 

Dont forget, The Crimson Ace of Spades, he shouted back to them, preferably to Blaine. The man marked Selene with his eyes before he swiftly exited the cathedral. Biancas brow folded abruptly at all of this. It was due time for names and purposes now, and if Blaine didnt start something up here, then she would.

Alright, I know why my guardian and I are here, and this guy here was mysteriously drawn to this place. Now, that just leaves you three, she turned towards the direction of the three others in the room. So, before things become unholy in this sacred place, lets find out just who we all are, and where we stand, shall we?

She stepped further into the bright window lights, now shining clean after burning off the heavy morning fog. The colorful lights felt so warm on her skin, a nice way to cut the chill. Her hand still rested lazily on the hilt of her rapier as she took in a cleansing breath.

Well, my name is Anica, like it or now, her eyes pierced Selene threaten, and this large tauro is my guardian, Blaine. Were here for balance within our lives here in Myst Town. Who are you all and what do you stand for?

She waited for their responses. 



Posted by: C.A.Sand Aug 27 2008, 07:40 PM

William had listened to the entire confrontation and was prepared to leave until Anica made her challenge out to the others clustered to the front. Taking a quick look around the edges of the church he saw that the rest of the congregation was fleeing and that the holy ones had retreated to the sacristy. To hide or to arm themselves if fighting broke out. 

Doing his best to try to defuse the situation he stood up from his prayer and said If you have to know Ms. Anica I came to pray, and I now stay to protect Miss Selene. Whether she knows it or not her kind are instrumental in turning the Myst into a tool to help those who are human. Even more importantly if used properly they can return people to the fold of humanity. Be they vampire, lycan, or some abomination of the Myst. If you stand against that cause I will have to kill you and your guardian.

Starting to lose some of his focus Jonathan had started to creep in at the end and was just waiting for an excuse to add another kill to his sheet. 


Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 27 2008, 09:05 PM

Bianca turned to the man once praying, listening to his montage as he entered the circle of interesting characters, ending his statement in a amusing threat towards her and Blaine. The Tauro demon just crossed his arms to hold back a deep giggle, but Bianca turned towards him and fully released her laughter.

"You will have to kill me...wow, I wish it was that simple...." 

Bianca stepped closer to the man, reading his large stature for any signs of fear or intimidation, only to find that he was very endowed in the faith he lived by everyday, even though his bloods scent lingering in her nostrils spoke of how the sweet Myst had already turned this man into what his God would consider unworthy. She smiled, restraining her urge to give him the chance to try and fulfill his promise, and relaxed.

When I mentioned balance, it was positively mind you. Im on your side surprise, but if you wish to kill me anyway, it will take an army. She turned around to take a step away, but fell short. No, wait. That was already tried. Okay, Im not quite sure what it would take, but if you figure it out, by all means, let me know. 

The ones who didnt know her would just registered some from of sarcasm or morbid joking, but Blaine read something more a slight disheartening flashed across her eyes, as they lowered, before she returned to her steps. She took only a few. Bianca lifted her eyes again, only to reveal less brightness. Her emotions were rarely worn on her sleeve, yet always sprayed in blood. She has lived long enough to crave death, but she knew that was not possiblenot until one Alpha vampire gave up on his deed to her soul and blood, and released her. So, for now, if she decided to pray that day, she would have a difficult subject to meditate over. 

Alright, whos next. She lifted her eyes towards the shadows, still filling a memorable presence lost in another plain of existence. Whoever this was, he or she was very comfortable in the myst.



Posted by: guitarzean Aug 28 2008, 08:01 AM

Oh really, Blaine? Then I probably made a mistake. She decided to play along. A smirk played across her face. She had decided on revealing both her power subtly as well as playing along.

His face was solemn and expressionless; he was like a drill sergeant, probably recalling how Selene was related to him. It was that faithful night, the night she turned into a vampire. Blaine saved her, he was her savior.

Mistake, yes. One you know not to make." He crossed his arms in a serious tone, looking towards Selene. His piercing gaze was the same that Selene had seen through the years she had spent with Blaine. 
"No matter. Its good to see youre still alive Selene.

Selene smiled; she stood there watching the happenings unfolding before her.

Well, my name is Anica, like it or now, her eyes pierced Selene as though it was a threaten, she continued addressing the audience that had congregated in the cathedral, and this is my guardian, Blaine. Were here for balance within our lives here in Myst Town. Who are you all and what do you stand for?

People started leaving the church one by one. And all that was left was a hopeless number of people. The little group had huddled in the centre of the church.

There was a slight quarrel between the congregations. But Selene merely just ignored the conversation, though she could clearly hear each and everyones true thoughts.

Dont forget, The Crimson Ace of Spades, someone shouted through the shadows, and before he left, the eyes of that mysterious man pierced through Selene's. There was something about his eyes, something eerie about it. With that, his cloak billowed into the sky and wings sprouted through his body as he took of into the sky.

There was a moment of silence. The silent prayers now echoed the entire cathedral.

Personally, Selene began as she remembered that day she turned into a vampire, I do not fancy much of being a vampire. I am sure all of you should know by now that I am Selene, a vampire that had roamed this Earth for centuries. I come in peace, and show no interest in killing humans. I hate myself, myself as being a vampire; I did not choose to be a vampire.

As she recalled that incident, tears started welling up in her eyes. She simply dried them with the sleeves of her cloak.
Sorrybut I am strongly against this selfish use of Myst in our town. These beasts are getting out of hand. They are too young and innocent to know of anything about this Myst. 

Posted by: Roderick Aug 28 2008, 08:29 AM
Watching the lady that stood out from the rest, Greg felt his memories flooding back to him. She was as determined as ever, with the lines of her eyes showing that much. He remembered her as someone to laugh with, to cry with, to share with...

But she had changed, and Greg was no longer sure of her. Was she still the Bianca he fondly recalled, or was she someone else now?
---
"Smell the trees, and listen to the wind. Bask in the light of the stars, so cool, yet pleasant."
It had been a quiet night, and the moon was barely a distinct presence in the sky. The leaves crackled and rustled in the gentle breeze as two figures distrubed them slightly.
---
Now was not the time to reminisce. It was time to decide on where he stood, on which side of the shore he belonged.
Slowly removing his cloak of illusion, Greg stepped out of the shadows.
"I am with you... as before." 

Posted by: Roderick Aug 30 2008, 09:21 AM

As his words travelled out of his mouth, Bianca stopped in her tracks. Greg watched as she turned an impassive face towards him, looking over her shoulder. It told him nothing, betraying no emotion.

"Forgiveness comes easy for me." 

Greg didn't know what to make of this statement. Was she still angry at him? After so much time? Or did she really mean her words, that the past... is just the past? He wanted a chance, wanted it so badly, to clear the misunderstanding. Life wasn't fair to him, and Fate seemed to be making a fool out of him as well.

But before he could say another word, Bianca moved towards him. With each step that she took, Greg felt his heart beating faster, just a little, but it was faster. He looked her over once more, and unknowingly held his already silent breath.

She didn't quite reach him, instead standing a meter or so away from him. Her eyes on the ground, Greg knew that Bianca was struggling to get her words out. He only wondered what they were going be.

Time stopped for him then, as he waited with the past years. 

"Wh-why didn't you tell me the truth about your...handicap?"

Greg could already see the tears prickling her eyes. He felt indignant, but at the same time, guilty. It wasn't all his fault! Heck, he hadn't had a say or choice in this matter! But looking straight at Bianca, he knew that he was to blame after all. His heart softened, and he wanted nothing more than to place his arms around her, hoping to let her discard the unhappy past.

"I... I didn't know. But there's more than what you think! Will you give me a chance to ex... redeem myself?"



Posted by: Phi Chisym Aug 30 2008, 04:37 PM

"I... I didn't know. But there's more than what you think! Will you give me a chance to ex... redeem myself?"

"Ah, there's more? As if what I saw was not enough...." 

"Shhhhhh!"

Briana's eyes shot up and over to find Brother Clarence once again, standing center in the front of the santuary in full robes, straightening up the alter area. Her voice carried a little more further than she thought. His eyes carried patience, but due to the time of day an eagerness for the unholy group to vacate quickly. The day's mass was about to begin, and their presence alone was already an issue as is. He only allowed so much, understanding their cause and highly respecting Blaine from a far for all his good deeds he's silently done for the dying church, but so far the group was pushing the boundaries. She smiled at Brother Clarence apologetically before returning to Greg.

"Not here. Oh, come on." She looked towards the Selene and the rest of the group. "See you guys tonight. Don't forget." 

She exited through the doors, and moved through the crowd smoothly. Her steps aimed towards the nearby park thick with glory trees standing tall between the grey concrete and brownstone of the streets and buildings surrounding it. It was an oddity in the mist of such steam, such dulling industrial growth, but the church maintained the natural habitat. It was the only thing left growing inside the city. Here, the unhinged tend to reside during the day, hiding their souls from the morning's shine only to await the twilight hours. Here at least they could speak in peace without the worry of any humans. They avoid the deadly park with vigilance.

Finding a large oak giant beyond the gate, Bianca stood reserved, crossing her arms around her to maintain this stone demeanor of her before Greg, even though she felt as if she was about to burst in pain. 
"Well, go on..." Her thoughts ran away with her as she waited for his words. What more could there be that could clear his name from her d@mmed list? One was hard enough to endure, cutting a deep line between them for so long, she had forgotten what her true heart felt for the man since then. For it to all flood back as she took in his full measure before her, she seemed to block herself from anymore anguish, just in case. Her spirit did not need another devastating blow...she prepared for the worst.



Posted by: Roderick Aug 30 2008, 11:16 PM

"Ah, there's more? As if what I saw was not enough...."

"Shhhhhh!"

Greg noticed the presence of a robed priest, tidying the alter for the day's mass. Bianca's voice must have been a little too loud, and he knew that they were no longer as welcome. They represented the harbringers of trouble, unlike the innocent citizens who came here to pray.

"Not here. Oh, come on." She looked towards the Selene and the rest of the group. "See you guys tonight. Don't forget." 

Bianca swept through the doors, and Greg did what he could to match her pace. She moved with utmost urgency, in the direction of the nearby park. In the midst of the industry, the park sure stood out. One small area of life, and serenity, surrounded by walls, pollution and more.

At last, she stopped. Right beside the largest oak in the park. Crossing her arms, perhaps to keep her stern countenance, Bianca urged him to continue where they left off.

Greg knew that only the truth, and the truth would spare both of them the pain that they had been enduring for the past few years. He had always dreamed of this chance to explain matters, and to reassure Bianca, hoping to rid her of her disappointment and anger. But now that the opportunity was presented to him, Greg felt his mind numbing, his tongue twisting and he didn't know what was the right thing to say anymore.

He had tried to see things from her point of view, how horrifying it must have been to find that someone close to you had actually betrayed your trust, and that there was a hatred of blood and race between them! But...

"I'm not a werewolf," Greg began, knowing that Bianca would be thrown into turmoil with this alone, "No, don't say anything. I'm not a werewolf, I'm really a human... But, I'm also a shapeshifter."

The werewolf was a creature of fury, and Greg was naive then, wanting to control it, harnessing its power to accomplish his goals. He wanted to become a werewolf, to gain access to that anger and strength, unleashing it upon his village. He wanted revenge, for they made him an outcast, someone to be shunned. He wanted to see the pain on their faces, and the grief as they lost their loved ones. So, he sought out the friendliest werewolf he could find, bearing no hatred towards the humans, and begged him to impart the knowledge of the werewolves to him. The werewolf did not decline his plea, for there was nothing that werewolf loved more than to see the spark of revenge.

As he learnt and mimicked the habits and actions of the werewolf, he felt his own fury surfacing. Finally, the transformation was done, and Greg had acquired the werewolf as a form. It was also through this, that he discovered an answer to his many questions. He noticed that, as a werewolf, his eyes were no longer that dull grey, instead, they were a brilliant crimson.

Greg recounted how he got his werewolf side, hoping that Bianca would accept the truth. He knew it sounded improbable, and impossible, for shapeshifters were so rare nowadays. But it would have to do for now, as it was the unbreakable truth. He couldn't lie to her, not after putting her through so much.

When the time came for him to strike, Greg couldn't bring himself to do it. Was it entirely their fault? Wasn't it human nature to fear the unknown, differences they don't understand? Furthermore, there were the children to take into consideration. They played no part in this, and are merely innocent by-standers. A struggle within his heart erupted, resulting in his decision to leave the village alone.

He was a weakling, one that couldn't even manage a task that simple. But Greg kept his werewolf side away, deciding not to use it anymore, unless the situation arises.

Greg paused here, to let all that he had said sink in. It was a lot, he knew, but not enough to make up for... 



Posted by: Phi Chisym Sep 1 2008, 08:01 AM

((Blaine - Taurodemon is like a Minotaur, but he does not carry the face of a bull, just the horns, almost like Hellboy. He is a shapeshifter in a sense because he can alter his shape from full human to full Minotaur, and all aspects in between. The only problem he has is that he cannot shift out of his horns very well. He can shrink them in human form, but there are still prominent. 

And yes, he is the good doctor that saved Bianca - smarty pants. She don't know that because the myst alteration for him had changed a lot about him, not just physically, but mentally as well. He does not act the same at all. He was the only father she knew, then and now.

Time wise: I'm not quite sure myself...We are still in the morning, somewhere between the hours of 6 - 8, the sun just came up. I have forgotten when Mass usually starts. I'm not Catholic, but my aunt was, and I did go to Catholic school when I lived with her once, but that was so long ago. I might be wrong about the time thing, but I did something to get the group out of the church and on the move. Let's just say it's 8 or 9 am. Alucard will confirm it when he gets back.))


"Well, go on..." 

"I'm not a werewolf." 

Bianca rolled her eyes, smirking at his poor way of calling her a liar. She was just about to protest his statement, but he cut her off.
"No, don't say anything. I'm not a werewolf, I'm really a human... But, I'm also a shapeshifter."

Her brow wrinkled at the revelation. Could he really be speaking the truth to her? Was all of this just some big misunderstanding on her part? As she listened to his story, she slowly sunk to the ground to sit, not able to stand anymore. It was so strange to think that Greg was a shapeshifter, the likes of which have not been seen from the curse of the myst in such a long time. It all this is true, and he was just shifting into a werewolf, then the thoughts that had fueled her anger then were misplaced, and the damaged lasted half their lifetime. She felt so sick, to think what she almost succeeded in doing back then...

Her tears fell like Spring showers, but she wiped them away to ashamed of them. When she found her voice, it almost sounded as if it belonged to someone else, not the tough young Dhampier Greg witnessed before, but the sound of the young lady he met years past, unknown to the world that claimed her, and the myst that fed her soul.

"I-I almost....took your life...all be-cause of...a misunderstanding?!" 

She remembered that night, and how angered she was, not allowing Greg a word in edge-wise, only glancing at the cover of the book before her and reshelving it with disdain. He didn't have a chance to speak, not when her attacks rushed in quicksilver, and her silver rapier marked true. The only thing that held her back was her love for him, regardless of how sick she was to learn of his secret in that manner, she could not make herself slay him quickly. If Blaine had not walked up to pull her back, she probably would have succeeded. 
"I'm so - so sorry...I-I'm sorry I didn't give - you a chance..."



Posted by: Roderick Sep 1 2008, 09:40 AM

The tears fell like rain, each droplet piercing straight into Greg's heart. Even after all that wounds that were inflicted, no matter on flesh or on soul, he couldn't bear to see her cry. This reminded him that she was still delicate underneath her stony exterior, and that he had just shattered that mask.

His own eyes fell, following the sinking Bianca. Wishing that he could wipe the past away and start afresh, without all this history... Why was he cursed thus? And... why'd he had to drag the one he loved along?

"I-I almost....took your life...all be-cause of...a misunderstanding?!" 
Her voice came, cracking. Greg saw her eyes, brimming with the anguish and sadness he had just placed upon her. But she had made her judgement too hastily. It wasn't all her fault either, part of it was his own. His darned weakness, and the cursed moon.

"I'm so - so sorry...I-I'm sorry I didn't give - you a chance..."

"No. You don't have to be. I deserved that much, for not telling or sharing with you my history. I didn't let you understand me, and I shut myself away. If it isn't too late, let me make it up to you, for now."

---
That was all the truth. Greg locked his werewolf away; it represented his fury, and his wrath. It gave him a taste of that intoxicating power, and that fleeting sense of revenge, bring satisfaction along with it. Once was enough, and never again, hopefully.

So the werewolf within him stayed dormant, and as Greg acquired other forms, he learnt how to keep his emotions in check. He was taught, not by anyone, but by Mother Nature, that there were other forms of power, and other forms of contentment. For a while, he immersed himself in nature, appreciating life.

Then, he met Bianca. And he gained a purpose. She was different from him, he knew. But he would learn to accept that difference, and to embrace it. He would care for her, and love her. She seemed so frail, and so... innocent. But he felt the demon within her, yet he wasn't frightened.
---
"But that's not all, because I-I couldn't control myself either." Greg couldn't face her anymore, turning away to look at the ground. Littered with fallen leaves, it provided it certain sense of solace for him.
---
That night saw one of the brightest and fullest moons ever. The pull of the moon was at its strongest, and there was an enchantment of sorts, casted over the night sky. That glowing ball, pock-marked yet alluring. Greg swore under his breath, as he felt that disturbance within his very self.

It had happened many times before, but none as terrible as this. Everytime, he would be able to suppress the werewolf, pushing it back into the depths of his mind. He was able to tame it, to a certain extent.

But not this time.

Before he was fully aware, Greg had already started to shift into the werewolf. He was now part human, part werewolf.

Struggling to get a grip, he turned his thoughts upon the werewolf, forcing every inch of himself to keep calm, and not to give in to fury. Not that the werewolf was a monster of fury, in fact, it held sorrow and pain as well. Ever seen a pack of wolves? You'd be able to see their loyalty, and their unity.

His heightened sense picked up a rustle. It was nothing more, just a crackle of the dry leaves. But a looming sense of dread told him that someone was watching him, and that someone was Bianca.

Head sharply whipping about, Greg lost every shred of control. Bianca! What was she doing here? Seeing her cracked his resolve, letting the werewolf free. He burned with malicious power, filled to the brim with that drive, that wrath.

A small part of him still remained. And now it was the werewolf who had control over him.
---
"I wish... that you didn't see me that night."
It wasn't the time for self-pity. He lowered himself, sitting beside her. Placing an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer. 

Posted by: Roderick Sep 4 2008, 01:50 AM

"St-"
The dark shadow appeared right beneath his feet. Greg flicked his eyes upwards, towards the sky.

A raven. Black feathered, widespread. Did it symbolize evil? Or was it merely a harmless creature? But Greg felt the hidden presence leave with the raven and he guessed, the raven must have been hiding in the shadows.

As a parting gift, the feathers fell from the sky, with the shadow of the raven disappearing.

Before he knew it, the three feathers landed. One was tangled in the oak's roots, the other was right behind him, and the other, landed on Bianca's head.

*Oh no.* 

Selene moved forward, her hands reaching for Bianca. He knew she couldn't see Bianca yet, but sooner or later...

Actually, there was no need for him to keep the facade on. The other presence had already left, and he could tell that Selene meant no harm.

"Stop." Greg lowered his voice to a menacing growl. "Step back right now." 



Posted by: C.A.Sand Sep 4 2008, 08:57 PM

Well, as Anica so eloquently put it, you are all welcome to search with us. We will be leaving at dawn. Meet us on the south side of town, Jesters Hall. It looks abandoned but dont let that fool you. We will be there. 

After the demon said that the church resumed its use as a hall of god. Knowing the mass was coming William walked off to the back where he usually sat. While going through the motions of the opening of the mass he thought long and hard about the words he had heard today. He was trying to convince himself otherwise when he heard the priest begin the gospel

Brothers and sisters:
Let no one deceive himself.
If anyone among you considers himself wise in this age,
let him become a fool, so as to become wise.
For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in the eyes of God,
for it is written: God catches the wise in their own ruses, The Lord knows the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain. 
So let no one boast about human beings, for everything belongs to you,
Paul or Apollos or Cephas,
or the world or life or death,
or the present or the future:
all belong to you, and you to Christ, and Christ to God.

The priest looked out and said This is the word of the lord.
As a whole the church replied Praise be to you Lord Jesus Christ.

With that William walked out of the church. He knew what he had to do. But for starters he did the sensible thing and went back to his boarding house. William went to his room and proceeded to pack all the gear and food he could carry easily. Going back down the stairs he stopped and told the landlady Mrs. Cake I must take leave of your house now. I may come back one day, but for now you may lease the room and keep the money I paid in advance. 

Looking out Jonathan could not help but laugh his evil laugh. Its finally time, Billy Janke is out on a warpath, and I get to ride shotgun. This is gonna be the most fun since I had a body. 
For once not even bothering to stop Jonathan, William walked on to find the arms maker he would need some shells and a new edge on his cutters.

At the Old Hotel: Jesters Hall.

Posted by: Phi Chisym Sep 4 2008, 11:55 PM

Blaine unlocked the door to the old dilapidated hotel, locking it behind him. The place was still in fairly good condition, but there was no way of knowing by the exterior. He maintained what he could inside, altered a few things for security and such, but mostly kept the old art deco motif. There were no customers visiting there, it was just him, Bianca, and Deegen. The extra space there he would use for the abandoned, the wandering, the injured; humans who were cursed with the myst alterations, that suffered with being thrown from their homes, lost their memories due to the change, or the injured who endured the beatings of a humanity unknowingly destined with the same fate. Blaine continued his services as a doctor for the unfortunate, and asked for nothing more than their support in setting their world straightfor balance sake.

Well, it sure took you guys long enoughhey, wheres Bianca? 
Deegen stepped out of the kitchen area, standing behind the bar looking over the rugged man as he made his way upstairs.

Shes revisiting an old story of hers. Shell be back soon. Blaine stopped, dropping two steps down to find the young boys eyes. IF anyone comes looking for me, let them in. Im expecting guest.

More patients? 

No, allies. Ill be in my study.

Leaving Deegen, who was just fine by himself, Blaine was able to sort out the information he received that day, and study his new toys: a golden coin with a spade and a capital A, and a silver ball with a button on it for communication. As he weighed the two items in his palm, contemplating about the pros and cons to this whole venture.

"Seek out the Crimson Ace of Spades. There is where the revolution will begin, and the end of all that which has begun. 
___

Stop! Step back right now."

Selenes hand was right there, right before her shoulder, grasping a wad-full of imagination, and getting to reveal her. Bianca was a frozen statue. 



Posted by: guitarzean Sep 5 2008, 09:36 PM

"Stop. Step back right now." Greg growled, as his voice seemingly lowered.

Selene did not care about his words, she tugged and pulled. She did not exert much force, two figures appeared before her. Bianca. It was an Invisibility Cloak that Selene was holding on to now.

"Why do you all have to hide from me? I come in peace and I mean no harm. Why?"

Selene was vexed, was something wrong with her?



Posted by: Phi Chisym Sep 6 2008, 12:09 AM

((I just remembered that Blaine knew her already, so Bianca does not actually have to hide herself from her. So, I'm going to alter her thoughts and just run with something...I've been typing with my head cut off as is, might as well keep going until I run into something.))

The illusion was removed, bringing Briana into the light before Selene. The annoyed look on the womans face was also reflected in her words.

Why do you all have to hide from me? I come in peace and I mean no harm. Why?

Well, youre the one who started it. Bianca stepped forward, just as irritated by the woman for her blunt interruption. For one, I dont know you. It makes no difference if my guardian does. And two, youve seen my gift. Im avoiding you in order to avoid questions. I dont need them, alright. 

Her stone attitude was started to return, after being smoothed away with Gregs return to her life, she was starting to really dislike the sound of her voice in that tone. Bianca sighed, taking a step towards her, she shook her head.

I have to say on alert. You seem to be following me, and I cant be revealed. Youre already revealed enough by shouting my real name at the cathedral, what else are you going to do against me? 

Threatening eyes shot towards her, just waiting for some provoking response. Look, if youre here to help in the revolution, fine; but if youre here to cause me grief about what you saw last night, then forget it. Just keep what you saw to yourself.

ten. She had been out far too long, and now it was time to return to her home. Once the conversation ended, Anica acknowledged Greg with a slight nod before she spoke.

Ive got to get back home. Blaine will be worried about me right now, and he would probably be ready to search for the Spade. So, going right now would be a great idea.

In all honesty, Bianca would rather enjoy the rest of the day with Greg; they had a lot of catching up to do, but that was impossible now. Moving out of the park and leading the way down Commerce St., Anica altered her mode of thought. Yes, she was happy that there would be a chance to clean up old scars from her past, but right now there was more important business to conduct. They needed to get going.

The walk was a brisk one. Most of the morning foot traffic had finally reached their end goals, either to go to work, or return home. Now, the streets were fairly clear, except the occasional vendor setting up shop, or straggler homeless after the myst. So, reaching the Jesters Hall did not take as much time as normally. Bianca entered the old hotel, and moved towards the kitchen her mind set on something else besides being a good hostess.

Blaine!

The quick stomps of the Tauro could be heard rushing downstairs. He followed the lingering sound of her voice, reaching the first floor in a thunderous canter made by the weight of his boots. When he saw Greg and Selene, he smiled.

Great to see you two made it. I will be right back. There are a few things I must do for Bianca before we begin. Have a seat, a drink, relax. Hopefully, the others will be here soon.

And with that, he rushed to the kitchen. Through a secret door hidden in the pantry, Blaine made his way into his basement office, finding Deegen already there, struggling to keep his friend at bay. Bianca is on a very strict diet, being of split blood for her four or five hours without feeding tend to cause her body to go into convulsions. Deegen had already escorted her to the high back chair, now he was trying to keep her away from his veins.

She waited too long again! He yelled, fighting to maintain his restraint.

Fine, just let her go and run. She wont chase you, not when Im here.

Deegen did what he was told and let Anica go. She stood up and lunged for the purest scent of blood in the room which happened to be Blaines. It was not hard for her to overtake the giant of a man, especially when he allowed it, but even in a tensed situation between the two, she would have the upper hand if her demon took full possession of her. Blaine did not fight, just gave the girl his forearm, wrapping it around her for her to grasp and sink her teeth into. He held her tight, pushing her back to his chest to hold her steady for support.

Bland, yet refreshing, Bianca gorged herself upon his life line, causing her instructor little pain. When he felt as if she has had her fill, her body simutaneously fell limp over his arm. Blaine pulled her from his arm, folding her into them and carried her to the cot on the other side of the room. She would be worn out right now. 

Next time, dont take so long reminiscing. After a quick clean up, and a few wrappings, Blaine returned upstairs to wait for the others. 



Posted by: guitarzean Sep 6 2008, 06:34 AM

Selene was vexed, was something wrong with her?

Well, youre the one who started it. Bianca stepped forward, she looked just as irritated as Selene, For one, I dont know you. It makes no difference if my guardian does. And two, youve seen my gift. Im avoiding you in order to avoid questions. I dont need them, alright.

What was there to know about her gift, she was a dhampire and that was what Selene needed to know, for now.

I have to stay on alert. You seem to be following me, and I cant be revealed. Youre already revealed enough by shouting my real name at the cathedral, what else are you going to do against me? 

Threatening eyes shot towards Selene. Look, if youre here to help in the revolution, fine. But if youre here to cause me grief about what you saw last night, then forget it. Just keep what you saw to yourself.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong. The same old monotonous tone was repeated thrice in the distance. It was noon already. The sun now shined high above in the skies. 

Ive got to get back home. Blaine will be worried about me right now, and he would probably be ready to search for the Spade. So, going right now would be a great idea.

She soon started to leave, with Greg by her side. Without waiting for any response, she had walked a good distance away. Selene did not feel like speaking at all then. She ran along, and finally caught up with the couple.

As she past houses and shops, the buildings seemingly got modern every step they walked. From the first house which was still made of woods and straws, till the last house on the street which was built entirely out of bricks and cement.

The streets were bustling with the afternoon lives. It was a nice time for people to bask in the sun and laze around, with the fiery sun burning hot on their skin.

Moving out of the park and leading the way down Commerce Street, their pace quickened every other minute. The streets were rather empty now, except for the occasional road vendors or homeless beggars. The early morning congestion had long subsided and gone. The cobbled streets now laid old ladies who were selling little trinkets and food.

Selene pulled down her cloak, blocking the sunlight from her face. Though she was continuously sweating in the insides of her clothes, she could not bear to have her eyes being blinded by the sun which pelted sun rays on everything that lay in its path. That was almost everything and everyone living on Mother Earth.

They soon turned a corner and reached Jesters Hall.