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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 12, 2008 4:40:19 GMT -5
"Luckily for me, Anubis... you still owe me a favor... what is with your interest?" there was an impossibly perceptible smirk in the peice of mental dialogue to Anubis. You couldn't see it, but you could feel her smiling a smug expression deep inside- even if her face made no change.
Alysdair leaned forward, his lips centimeters from Eithne's ear as he whispered his words so quietly that it was doubted that Anubis would be able to pick them up at all, "I would watch your tongue... you're not the only one who's well being rides on your lips." the tone was a bittersweet. Honey with some bite to it, a deadly bite. This Alysdair fella obviously seemed sure of himself that he'd be able to kill both Eithne and her companion quite easily.
"The problem is, you think I care." Eithne chuckled, shaking her head as if Alysdair had made some amazing folly, her voice still in those melodious little whispers that were likely not to carry to Anubis at all. It seemed that despite the fact that from thier actions and thier readable body language- Eithne hated this person but still through her vampirism she had achieved some comraderie that made this despicable being sordidly tolerable.
"I think you do care, I think you care very much, actually." Alysdair seemed to prod her on, trying to guide her perhaps down a train of thought. The dislike in thier every movement, tension in the air that was choking but the graceful, dancer's nature of thier being made it unignorably seductive and sensuous.
Vampires were a terrifying enigma, alluring and beautiful with everything they did and said and most finally, what they thought probably heald the same shockingly beautiful essense to it. These two vampiric enemies looked as if they could have been lovers or something of the sort with the grace that thier utter hatred was shown in a manner that would remind one of a dance, the spectacle was breathtaking.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 13, 2008 14:43:08 GMT -5
The beast whistled inside of Anubis' head as the "dance" between the two vampires continued. Ya sure that these two are enemies? This kinda looks more like foreplay than anythin else. Anubis wasnt really paying attention to the moronic lech inside his brain, he was focusing on the orb of the sandseas instead, trying desperately to make out the conversation between Eithne and her creator. And failing miserably.
Hey! pay attention tah me will ya? This looks like it might be a waste of time! Fer all you know the vampiress was just waitin fer this guy so they could have dinner and a movie! The dinner being YOU! Anubis rolled his eyes. Your stupidity knows no bounds does it? If you actually bothered to look at whats going on you'd see that Madame Eithne LOATHES this other vampire. Scoffing the beast replied How do ya figger that?
Anubis pointed to Eithne Do you see her facial expressions? The way her lips move? How defensive her movements are? THATS how I know. She wears a mask around this man. Just as I wear a mask around everyone. She's hiding something from him. If I had to guess I would think that it's wrath, grief or...fear. Although that last one seems unlikely. But whatever she's trying to hide, her eyes give her away. I haven't seen eyes that have shown such hatred in a long time...not since that one time... A snort went off inside Anubis' head Ok Frued! lets say I think you know what your talking about. Whats Alysdair thinking? Still staring intently at the orb, Anubis thought That one's a bit easier. Whoever this Alysdair is he's better at hiding what he's thinking then even I am. And ive had a lot of practice. But where Madame Eithne's eyes give her away, his movements give HIM away. He's a predator, pure and simple. He lives for the chase, the fear in his quarrys eyes as he tracks them down and kills them or worse. He also seems to think he owns Madame Eithne. Like someone would own a pet...or to be more accurate as a master would own his slave. Ya dont say? How'd you gather all that? Because he circles her like a shark that has smelled blood. I don't normally make a habit out of hating someone Ive never met...but for this asshole I might make an exception.
The rain kept pounding the rooftop, and flashes of lightning could be seen in the distance. Floods were common in this kind of weather. As the two vampires "danced" Anger boiled just below the surface of Viktor Krieg. He would wait until Eithne either called him to help or if things looked like they would wind up with Eithne's capture or death. Although for some reason, despite the measures of control Anubis had built up over the years, Anubis felt like he might lose those measures in favor of acting out on baser desires. If Vampires were known for their mysterious elegance and dark beauty. Than Lycans were best known for their destructive potential and single-minded determination to protect something dear to them. Whether that dear thing was territory, food, freedom, the pack, or in some rare circumstances friends.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 13, 2008 19:47:24 GMT -5
Eithne looked over the form of Alysdair for a few moments, "You've been feeding well..." she said, changing the subject, her tone like a numbing warmth as she stepped back and away from Alysdair as if surrendering the current battel since she had found it useless on some level. Her glittering silver gold eyes looking around silently, her body tensed for the slightest fraction of a moment as if something had just entered her knowledge for the first time, though whatever it was seemed unknown to Alysdair- either that or he was utterly unsuprised.
Alysdair simply smiled, "Your friend doesn't seem too be too fond of your company." he said, the smile complacent on his face, he didn't react to whatever had suprised Eithne so much. "It's a sad thing, really... though I do admit- it would be amusing to see him attempt anything." there was a chuckle. Alysdair knew something that obviously Anubis did not. Some secret that was shrouded with magic that silently hung in the air, making itself unknown to everyone so they would not find out whatever it was that Alysdair wished others not to know, it was in fact Alysdair's only true shame, the one thing that he was resentful of, that he wished had never existed. This is what he hid, this is what he kept from general knowlege. Alysdair's power wasn't just that of a vampire.
A bird flew straight towards Anubis, it's elegant gold tinged white feathers made it look like some ornamental bird though it moved with the accuracy and grace of some raptor, some bird of prey. It's wings silent in the air and it's white feathered crest laid flat against it's back as it's five golden eyes looked towards Anubis, the creature slowed and came to rest on Anubis' shoulder ever the quiet avian creature. It had a hooked, dangerous beak and a plume of feathers around it's throat which gave it some sort of regal appearance. The scent of blood and death carried with the beast as it rested on Anubis' shoulder in a relaxed state. It seemed so at home in the situation it was almost frightening.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 13, 2008 20:05:43 GMT -5
Viktor Krieg looked at the predatory bird that had perched on his shoulder. How was this possible? The veil should have concealed him completely from any creature's senses. Sight, Smell, hearing, and touch. But this bird had landed on his shoulder. What the hell was going on here? Anubis considered just letting it rest there, if only to conceal himself from Alysdair...but clearly the bastard would know now for sure after seeing a huge bird land on nothing. Not to mention that the thing was evil and having it on his shoulder was making him sick.
Anubis groaned. "I dont like to kill people...but I think my soul can afford the death of a foul avian like yourself. Maybe ill even eat you so Noone can call me wasterful" Suddenly the Orb of the Sandsea's melted, and from its liquid nine abnormally large scorpions crawled out and advanced upon the bird on Anubis' shoulder. "Or I could just let them do it." Anubis' smile widened into a mad grin.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 13, 2008 20:50:48 GMT -5
"Considering I'm the only one here who'd actually try to save you- I wouldn't find killing me wise." an intelligable voice reached out from the bird, "You might dread to know that I'm another vampire... my apologies for that fact." and by far this creature was the most respectable of the vampires that had been come accross so far. It was odd that he was a bird though- but it could be figured that since vampires were fabled to take the form of bats, birds weren't too unusual. "And there's no need for hurtful words, I'd like to think that I'm not a very vile thing, no matter what you might perhaps think of me. Look at my eyes- golden as the masks of pharohs- I only feed on the blood of animals, I do not kill humans or vampires." the creature nodded cordially to Anubis. Eithne frowned, "He's not that dumb, Alysdair..." though she honestly hoped that Anubis wouldn't be so blindly stupid. She figured it was possible, the full moon being out and all. She didn't even seem to care about the creatures being summoned, she just kept her eyes glued to Alysdair, avoiding eye contact all the while, not wanting to make a mistake. "Eithne... you know you're always welcome to come back, right? You don't have to be so cold... you can even be human if you want." In all truth, Alysdair had loved it when Eithne had first been turned. She had been so delicate, so fearful then- so human. She was horrified by what she did while under the influence of the bloodlust and she had been dedicated to only feeding from the murderers, the rapists, the people who prowled the streets. When she lost that quality, that soul and spirit- it was almost as if she was dead to Alysdair. He wanted her to be the way she had once been... was it so much for a wicked vampire to yearn for? Eithne chuckled at the absurdity of the request, apparently it had been too much to hope for. "Oh please, Alysdair..." her voice dropping to a terrible whisper, "I could never hate one more than I despise you- even you in all your vanity should know that. You're not holy anymore, you're no longer beloved. Even God has turned his back on your damned self." Eithne herself didn't believe in a God- but she did indeed know that Alysdair believed in it, he believed in it very strongly. Alysdair had been an angel before he was bitten.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 15, 2008 14:11:11 GMT -5
The nine scorpions were almost to the Anubis' shoulder, but they stopped within one instant, and crawled back onto Anubi's open palm. They dissoved back into the orb of the sandseas. Because one scorpion was still spying on Alysdair and Eithne, there was a small chip on the perfect sphere. Slightly irritated by the fact that the bird had blown his cover he thought in a disrespectful tone Pardon me if Im a little on edge...it's been a rough night...but since you havent tried to kill me yet Ill buy that you dont want to hurt me. Inside his mind the beast asked Can I eat the foure-eyed chicken? It looks tasty...fry it up real good, put some sauce on it...yeah that definitely sounds good. Anubis' eye twitched, but his face was amiable again in a mere instant. Shut up! I'm getting tired of you! Say one more word this night...and the consequences shall be dire. Looking back up at the bird, thoughts still holding anger Anubis resumed the conversation What the hell do you mean, your the only one who'd try to save me? In fact who or what are you?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 18, 2008 16:16:20 GMT -5
"Well, well, well, if you had any skill or ability- you'd realize that the 'four-eyed chicken' has five eyes... and that it's far stronger than you." there was a slight laugh but not a malicious one. The creature simply blinked as it then shuffled a bit on Anubis' shoulder, his eyes looking quietly for some creature or being that he seemed pretty damn sure was on it's way.
Alysdair brought the back of his hand in a swift movement as he smacked Eithne with it, "Never speak of God... you don't even believe he exists! What makes you think that he'd care more for you than for anyone else?" he seethed in a calm fury, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I don't... and I don't care- but you do." Eithne said, a sneer on her face, obviously quite happy to be a bit of a smartass to Alysdair, despite the fact that Alysdair was much stronger than herself, it was stupid, really stupid... but she didn't seem to care, she actually had a feeling about her of complete safety and security. She knew Alysdair wouldn't likely kill her, something that would be considered a good thing to know for any situation.
Valentine, the vampire whom was currently in the form of a bird looked with a slight smile in his expression despite the immobility of a beak, "Eithne probably couldn't care less if you die- it means less for herself to worry about, Alysdair would want you dead... and I just don't think it's fair for you not to have an ally here. My name is Valentine." there was a slight bow at the introduction, "A vampire, in fact- the one who turned our friend Alysdair over there... who in turn bit Eithne. That's three generations in one place, rather rare in all actuality."
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 19, 2008 14:20:53 GMT -5
Anubis' scorpion heard everything that Eithne and Alysdair were talking about, and so in turn did Anubis. The conversation was...disturbing...to say the least. Already at ease with Valentine on his shoulder he nodded. "Valentine eh? Easy enough to remember...no offense but its one of the most overused vampire names in the business...but I digress...My name is Anubis...and clearly I have wandered into a very dark and twisted world...but then again that's nothing new."
Viktor Krieg stared sadly at the two vampires, running a hand through his rain-soaked hair, he sighed. "I kind of figured that she didn't care if I died. It doesnt exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out that Eithne has developed a very cynical view of the world. Maybe it would be best if I simply left...but..." But WHAT! She's EVIL! She looks at you like your a friggin pawn in a game of chess. You wanna hang around with the devil's concubine? You get squeamish killin a bad guy...If you become her wolf or servant or whatever the hell she wants with you you'll lose those morals a lot faster than you would have if you only had me to deal with.
Still smiling Anubis calmly replied "Didnt I tell you to be quiet? but you do have a point...and so does our new vampire friend here." Anubis continued as the rain continued to fall and lightning struck overhead "But...she doesnt let it show much, but Eithne does have a soul. Somewhere behind the cynicism and wrath, a tiny part of her does care...maybe not about me but about something." Anubis laughed hysterically then. "Maybe I'm wrong and im being a foolish romantic. Maybe Eithne lost her soul eons ago. But people do change. And as long as there's even a little hope. I will stand by Eithne."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 20, 2008 19:51:43 GMT -5
The bird chuckled without making a sound, his feathers ruffling slightly, "If you believe this Eithne has no soul... you obviously haven't met the Eithne of this time yet." Valentine said into Anubis' thoughts in a nonchalant manner, he seemed to imply that there was more than one Eithne which was assuredly a frightening thought, the concept of two Eithne's joining forces was just damn scary. o.o think of all the havoc they could cause. "And she does care about some things, she has a lot on her mind lately... oooof course Valentine would be undescript yet still saying enough to let you know he was well aware of more than you were, it just wouldn't be interesting if he just explained everything! Psssh!
"Then you're either to ignorant or too stubborn to realize what's true." Alysdair spat, obviously really rather unhappy with Eithne's thoughts on the presense of a God in this universe.
"Perhaps... but obviously the existance of 'God' doesn't seem too relevant to either of us nowadays is it? We're both going to Hell, it's just a decision as to who's getting there first. So... you tell me." Eithne's fangs extended slightly, a snide smile on her face as she began to casually walk around Alysdair, her footsteps silent and her eyes looking him over to size up her opponent and her odds at winning if she were to fight- to be honest, they weren't too good in all actuality.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 20, 2008 20:47:37 GMT -5
Anubis heard every word they said and he sighed. He was rapidly itching the ring on his left hand, like it was some kind of stain that he wished to be gone. He was also...agitated. "You have quite the dysfunctional family dont you Valentine. It almost makes me want to run home and beg my cousin Irene for forgiveness...the key word there is almost though." The rain was coming down fast and hard as Eithne and Alysdair circled each other like sharks over a seal or two hobos fighting over a piece of rotten meat. "Alysdair's a fallen angel vampire...and Eithne is bitter towards everyone especially Alysdair over her existence as a vampire. And you created Alysdair. But where exactly do you fit in now? And why help me of all people?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 23, 2008 16:47:03 GMT -5
"I choose to help you because I feel like helping you- and my particular place in this scene so happens to be that Alysdair wasn't too happy to be made into a vampire either... and he sought revenge... almost got it, too." the suprising thing here was that a vampire almost managed to kill his creator from the sound of it. Alysdair must have been some kind of special, "Umbrael, means 'Darkness of God' ... odd name to have, don't you think?" Valentine chuckled, giving someone Alysdair's heavenly name was an act of releasing a vital bit of information nobody truly wanted anyone to know.
The silence stretched for what seemed like ages, the newly turned vampire staring blindly into nothing, his dark, dull eyes lifeless as if he had been left to die instead of being turned into what he now was, his brown hair was dirty and unruly as it hung in his vision, the vampire looked as if it was nothing but a skeleton, he hadn't fed much at all really. His skin papery and clear, his movements shaky if he decided to move at all.
"It's not healthy..." came the worried voice of the long, silver haired vampire who looked towards the silent being. The vampire shook his head, "He should feed. It's been almost a month."
"You're the one who turned him! You should take him out to hunt!" the tall, elegant vampiress narrowed her eyes, her long, curled, dark chestnut hair tied back and away from her face. "Why'd you have to bite him, Valentine? Why?!" she was obviously very unhappy, her red eyes almost darkened with the intensity of her fury. She was gorgeous... and obviously very powerful. The pale skinned beauty sat down, her eyes looking over the tawny winged vampire whom hadn't moved more than three feet from where it sat now. 'it's all my fault... isn't it?' she thought to herself, shaking her head.
"He was going to hurt you, Helen... I had to do something." Valentine spat back in response, his eyes alight with a wave of agitation that passed soon enough, he simply crossed his arms over his chest and something caught his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looked back to Alysdair. It seemed someone was paying him a visit.
A vampire sat on the floor silently, his red eyes looking up at the silent being that looked very much like a spectre as it stay perched in it's seat. Kyar was quiet, a bowl in his lap as he sat, the bowl was filled with blood, "Listen, I don't know what you're trying to accomplish... but you won't be able to die of hunger... and even if you do want to die somehow- you can't do it if you're too starved to move." Kyar explained, tilting his head to the side slightly as he offered the dish of blood, figuring that this Alysdair fellow wouldn't be able to handle blood straight from the source just yet.
Alysdair moved his vision to look towards the vampire in a slow movement, his wings shifting ever so slightly on his back. Slowly and tentatively a hand moved to grab the bowl of rich, dark liquid. The vampire drank, shudders passing through his body, you weren't supposed to drink the blood of animals or any creature, this was a sin... but he was starved and the blood eased the pain in his body and next thing he knew the bowl was empty. "I need more..." he said quietly.
"That's the spirit." Kyar said with a nod, standing up he offered a hand to Alysdair, a hand of friendship. "We need to get you something to eat..." [/i]
Well it was safe to assume that the flashback was over now.
"I don't have any intention of fighting you, I'm just here to retrieve The Pathways, that is all." Alysdair nodded, not making a single hostile movement, he just seemed a tad more cautious in all honesty.
"But what you don't understand is that I have no intention of letting you get anywhere near The Pathways." Eithne spat, shaking her head, she was serious on that point and in all honesty- The Pathways had a name... but she wouldn't say it's name in the present company. Alysdair still wouldn't know what The Pathways was- it was still safe for now.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 24, 2008 22:31:53 GMT -5
Anubis debated on whether or not he should try to squeeze more information out of the seemingly aloof Valentine but decided against it. He had heard stories of master vampires enduring tortures that drive a normal man insane, and yet still they revealed nothing to their interragators. Anubis wasnt even inclined to torture so he had even less of a chance of getting the canary to sing. Oh god...Anubis had just made a pun. A BAD pun at that...it would seem his beast's incorrigable sense of humor was rubbing off on him.
Shaking his head clear Anubis watched. His hand was rubbing the topaz ring as if trying to wheedle it off. It was a tempting thought...to lose either the ring or the cane...to change into the halfway stage...to wield the power of the wolf mage upon Alysdair...but he knew that would be suicidal...even assuming that the middle stage could generate more power than an angel/vampire that was thousands of years older than he...that state was too erratic and uncontrolable...Viktor would most likely abandon his other inhibitor on a whim. But he couldn't just sit here and do nothing could he?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 28, 2008 19:13:29 GMT -5
Eithne smirked, pausing and placing a hand on her hip as she looked towards Alysdair, "So..." and with that, the two burst into motion, blurs moving accross the Vigilante's Hideaway. Rays of light crossing through the air as well as streams of pure darkness like black ribbons dancing along in the moonlight. Blood sprayed into the air in a horridly beautiful plume of color, they were indeed fighting each other, the sound of growls resonating in the air as if from some kind of no-beast that existed outside the plain of reality that had grown infuriated.
"Well they're fighting now..." Valentine stated the obvious, the five eyes darting accross as if following the two vampires who were locked in combat. "Either you can try to help and get yourself killed or you could defend yourself from your own opponent. It really is your choice- though no matter who you fight- I'd have to note that you'd likely be outskilled." The bird shrugged, it's feathers ruffling slightly.
The heavy tapping of thier footseps crossed the area rapidly so it almost sounded like a heavy rain, till they stopped, a seething hiss ripping through the air, the two figures had stopped and you could figure out what was happening instead of the former loss of thier visibility due to speed.
Eithne's arms gripped tightly and twisted behind her, the vampiress writhing to get free as she gnawed at the air with her long fangs, growling and hissing angrily. Alysdair stood behind her, the being whom had captured Eithne's arms. His teeth sunk into Eithne's neck as he drank up the blood that spilled forth. He showed no intention of letting Eithne free any time too terribly soon.
Valentine nodded slowly, making no move to go help either vampire- he seemed fairly content with his perch, "He's just trying to keep her from getting in his way- he wouldn't kill his own kind." Valentine nodded, "Atleast not Eithne." it seemed that Valentine still had some bits of knowlege to help him to his conclusions that he didn't intend to disclose to Anubis. Such a thing could be rather... irritating.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 28, 2008 20:53:46 GMT -5
Anubis snorted and spread his palms apart. "Just because I think there might be something worth saving in Eithne doesn't mean I'm suicidal. This display of power is too much for someone of my talents. In fact judging by the way Eithne is faring...escape is probably prudent for both of us...All I need is something to distract Alysdair and quell Eithnes rage if only for a moment, the rest is just simple black magic teleportation...I don't suppose you have any useful ideas?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 28, 2008 21:07:49 GMT -5
Valentine nodded, taking to flight and leaving his perch on Anubis' shoulder, "A few ideas." he said simply, silent as he flew towards the two vampires, landing rather awkwardly but he didn't stumble- it was just the issue of that his talons weren't meant for a graceful landing on the ground. His eyes looking up at Alysdair and silent words passed to the vampire.
Alysdair released Eithne from his bite, the feeding was clean- not a single drop of blood wasted from the victim. His eyes were now a bright silvery gray, unnatural was the color. "You're supposed to be dead." Alysdair growled, looking towards the bird, Valentine. "Who did it? The sinful wench?" he asked, dark, resentful laughter forming in his voice.
Eithne was released completely and she half stumbled forward, her eyes almost pure black, any color that was there was impossible to see. Her legs shook as she stood and she looked towards Alysdair almost drowsily.
"Don't even try to fight, I'm bored of you and you're too weak to walk straight." Alysdair dismissed Eithne with a wave of the hand, obviously focused on the visitor now. He was irritated and angry, he had believed that he had actually killed Valentine long ago- and the nuisance was back- the scourge that had changed Umbrael into... this vile creature he now was.
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