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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 9:32 am
With a wave she bid good evening to the raven and headed inside. From the clouds that were starting to gather she assumed a storm was to follow. Certainly don’t want to be caught in the rain… In all honesty she adored the rain, she could spend hours walking through a storm. Didn’t matter if it was a light sun shower or a raging storm, but with this damn dress, she couldn’t stay out, well, not with out it weighing a ton. A long sigh passed her lips, reaching out she braced her palm against the dark wood of the mansion’s back door. With a forceful push it swing open to reveal a long hallway, dark hardwood covered the floors a once spotless white carpet ran down the center. The mansion had once been magnificent. The floors and silver polished to high shine, all the glassware and crystal in the house sparkling in the light…Everything reflected class and cleanliness.
Unfortunately, as these things often go…time had taken its toll. The sliver was dull, the floors scratched and dusty, the crystal and glass was scratched, and most smashed. The once flawlessly white carpet was now turning gray from dirt and age and…if one looked around the mansion carefully, you could spot flecks of dark red, at first glance…one may be able to write it off as red wine. But, anyone who knew the mansions history knew it was blood. A sigh passed her lips, slowly she’d been trying to bring the mansion back to its former glory, many late nights she spent cleaning, dusting and washing…on nicer days she spent her time in the garden, hacking and pulling away weeds and underbrush. Her skin, for this reason was lightly tanned, but it seemed that even the sun couldn’t compete with her pale skin. It couldn’t quite give her that baked look, no matter how hard it tried.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:48 pm
Down three halls and to the left. That's what they usually tell people when they don't know where the hell they're going. Dr. Acinemod even found herself directing people in the wrong direction, especially if they were stupid. The only way to make an idiot learn is to push them into a major event. If they were meant to survive they'd live on. To help the world gain, the real stupid ones died. But enough of stupid people. Let's get onto exactly what was happening in Acinemod's life at this point. Down the hallway and to the left was the library. The order addict doctor was placing all the books removed back in their rightful places. It was extremely annoying when people didn't put books back. A sharp sigh shot out from Acinemod as she placed one hundred out of about three hundred and forty two books back. This was probably the ten thousandth time she put books away. Who was doing it!? God help the person when she found out.
"Idiots. You'd think someone would know how to put a book back. Maybe it was that doctor that had a bit of a problem with me. Perfect being...heh. If only he'd that there is no such think. Rationalism isn't the best thing this world has in it. Fool."
Yes, that doctor. He was a rather interesting fellow. The goal of this male physician was to create a completely emotionless being. Then it'd be entirely rational. What he probably didn't know is that pure rational doesn't care about the emotional value of human life because it does not understand emotion. So they kill for the good of the population. Acinemod regretted not skinning the guy. In fact, she ran so she wouldn't kill the guy. That doctor was pretty strong too. Maybe she was a bit doubtful that she would have won. Plus, she recently had herself under some heavy anesthetic. Even now she was still recovering from it. That general anesthetic really never wanted to leave her system and she wasn't that stocked with adipose tissue. It just was easily absorbed by everything, which is why it took a long to get out of her body. The body had to completely use it up somehow.
Acinemod turned around and walked down the steps. Dizziness set in for about a few minutes at the center of the stairs and then she continued to the couch in the center of the library. The library was a round room that had upper floors, though they were in separate raised cylinders. All the book shelves surrounded sitting areas. Last time anyone walked the whole library it took them about a week. What did you expect? Its a pretty large place and the lighting....well the roof was complete glass and there were always little lamps every two hundred feet or so. No sitting area was ever without light. No sitting area was ever reached without going down a few stairs either. The building area was very strange. Acinemod moved herself to the center, circular, red bed in the middle of the sitting area and laid down on her stomach. It was easier to get up and run if she laid like that. Easier to hear too. The exhausted doctor closed her eyes and listened carefully to her surroundings.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:12 pm
The crisp sound of paper sliding against paper could be heard in the enormous library that inhabited the mansion, it appeared to be a young man who was a little on the tall side of the chart, 6' 1" to be exact. In his hand he held a book on the history of the mansion, his eyes scanned the pages but his mind read nothing. In lack of better phrase if he were reading out loud it would be going through one ear and out the other. Bored with his finding he closed it with a dull thud and went to return it to it's proper housing on the dust shelf. Most of the books he read were covered with dust, it seemed that people didn't take a liking to literature in this house.
The man was of dashing looks, his nose gently sloped down, his cheeks high and his features were roughly angular. His eyes were sharp as a cat's and blue as a Carribean sea. His skin seemed to be as pale as the freshly fallen snow that now littered the ground, and his hair as black as the winter night. His hair was parted at the side and sloped infront of his left eye, it fell at shoulder length, it was a smooth as silk and shined like freshly polished steel. He wasn't a man of weight either, he was very skinny, he almost seemed lanky as well. He was a handsome man to say the least.
His clothes were that of a man of wealth and fortune, he wore a black on crimson tuxedo. The suit was a hand tailored cotton jacket that was always unbuttoned. The collared shirt he wore was a bloody crimson with black buttons climbing up his body, a tie constricted his neck, it was jet black and ended at his waist. His pants matched his coat made of the same cotton and tailored by the same man. On his feet were snug italian leather wing tips that were intricately designed and seemed to act like a black mirror.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:21 pm
A soft sigh pasted her delicate lips as the darkness shifted, almost greeting her return as she pushed without effort into the grand foyer. Having traveled through out the world she never ceased to remember the walls that shelter her from the tragedy of her past. Though the up keep had been rather overlooked for the velvet banisters worn from use and in some parts completely torn. The elegant oriantel carpets thread bare and flat. Stepping towards the grand stair case, her low heels made an audible click as she stepped gracefully over the marble floors.
"So nothing has changed yet again." Her calm, alluring voice drifted all the way towards the dusty chandileers. Their disuse obvious.
Her acension to her room was rather uneventful and at the top floor it was so quiet a mouse could wake the dead here. Running a pale slender hand across the oak, Elizabeth pressed gently for the oak doors to open with a groaning creak.
The room before her sat just as before, in pristine condition as she always left it. The carpet plush beneath her feet, the dry warmth and the smell of rose water. She tossed the dark blue cloak she had adorned in her arrival, onto the made bed after dropping her things in front of the door. A fond memory brushed her mind as she remembered her mother doing just the same in Venice during one of their Mother-Daughter trips.
She shook her head roughly and winkled her nose at the stab of pins in the crown of her head. Reaching back, her fingers worked to remove the seven pins holding her long, ebony curls in a bun. She left the few that made a design in the form of a half pony tail. Merely holding the front half of her hair back. Leaving the rest of the shining locks to hang against her lower back.
Elizabeth left the pearl ended pins in the glass cup on her vanity, and left the room without a care in the world. A quiet journal tucked beneath her arm, held bold words, those that were unheard of for a lady from her time.
She was rather different from your run of the mill girls.
Entering the library she ventured to the back, falling in to a deep chair.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:42 pm
The sliding of paper echoed in Acinemod's ear and before her frustration came back he had already placed it in it's rightful place. Curiosity swept over her like a ferocious pillow...yes...a ferocious pillow. You see, that anesthetic hadn't quite found the door to the exit yet. It was still floating around in her like a ferocious pillow...on morphine. Anyway, Acinemod pushed herself up and onto her knees. A low moan of distess came from her as dizziness returned once more. The "young" doctor stumbled out of bed and down the hall, towards the destination of the page sound.
"Who is it now?"
Then crossed another woman. She almost scared the hell out of Acinemod. After flinching behind a bookshelf, she scurried off to the strange male. It didn't take her that long....at least it would have taken her so long if she were up to speed. Dr. Irralius took about ten minutes to track down the guy. Then her suicidal body stepped into view. She didn't really suspect the man of much until she realized that he wasn't exactly human. There was something odd....something weird. Maybe it was how well he dressed that gave his species away. Could he be a vampire? That thought crossed her mind after every other species was questioned. The shoe fit the guys foot so why not? Acinemod shook her head and stood firmly with a bit of unstableness. Her right eye squinted slightly.
"And you are?"
It was rude to ask another their name when they know not yours without proper introduction, but she was kinda drugged and didn't care in the first place. It was her damn house. He waltzed in without permission. Then again, no one was suppose to know that she was the rogue doctor. Acinemod's lips pursed with suspicion as she waited for his answer. And not two seconds later, her luck ran out. The firm stand sunk down to the floor. She was now kneeling with a desperately trying, stern expression that faded about a minute later.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:12 pm
The handsome man looked at the human with a curious gaze, "Well, if you must know I've forgotten my birth name." He said staring with a cocked brow, "You may call me what you wish identity does not really bother me." The pale man approached her cautiously, "Do you need assitance?" he was not necessarily a cold hearted killer as was the stereo type of his species. He tossed the hair that covered his eye to the side, "If so I'll carry you to the sofa down stairs."
This man seemed to be selfless in how he was acting to the woman he had never met previously, this was not his intention. Maybe he could feed off this woman in the current state she was in. He considered the thought of having the woman as his feast, he licked his lips ravenously. He fell to one knee infront of the woman and sniffed the air gently. He could smell blood being pumped slowly by her heart. Ba bump Ba bump... "mmm delicious." The man lowered his head to her neck and raked his fangs across her neck grazing her jugular, he licked it giving her pale flesh a shine. He smiled before plunging his fangs deep into her neck, her blood pumped into his mouth. It tasted slightly salty but sweet, atleast she wasn't fat, otherwise she'd taste like chetos.
His closed his eyes as the crimson liquid flowed down into his gullet, blood always seemed to taste like copper for one reason or another. He didn't care it was delicious to his senses. After draining her to deadly limits he removed his fangs, he smirked at the two holes that sat in her neck. He continued the embrace by biting down into his own wrist allowing his blood to flow to the surface. He grabbed a fistful of the girls hair forceing her mouth to his wrist allowing the blood to flow down her throat.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:25 pm
A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:14 pm
Doctor Acinemod Irralius A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming. From above, Vinzenz had been watching the entire event unfold. It was easily to tell that she had been under some sort of anesthetic. Why else would she walk around so unstably? The hidden vampire had been watching his prey for the longest of time frames and realized that this was one moment that he must make an appearance. His eyes flicked hastily over to the foolish creature that tried to take a midnight snack. Acinemod once again escaped from her enemy with ease and headed into a haze of mystery. The smell of the books would keep the youngling's nose busy. It was sometimes tough for the inexperienced to sense blood around such strong scented pages, not that it wasn't an enjoyable smell at all. Alt enjoyed the smell of unmoved pages and dusty shelves. In fact, it made him feel younger than he was. The general was only about 106 years old. That was actually pretty young for a vampire, but no one was as accustomed to the wild as he was. Damn Soviet soldiers had him running everywhere.
Speaking of soldiers, where had his army gone? They were scoping out the surrounding area for any predators. The last thing the general needed was for some wolf to come waltzing in on his meeting with the good doctor. Irralius was very important to him. When she turned the corner Alt placed himself behind her and quickly placed the tip of his gun to the back of her head. The other hand reached to his second pistol and wacked her in the back of the head before there was anymore time to react. In any case, she wouldn't move because the odds were against her. The doctor knew well of the vampire behind her. Vinzenz lifted her limp body off of the floor and walked her out of the library and to one of the paintings. With a nudge to the corner of it, a secret passage way opened and and he walked her through the innards of the mansion. Their trip ended in the master bedroom. A chair was placed neatly in the middle of the cleared floor that was placed to the left of the bed. Alt placed her on the bed and moved lackadaisically towards the chair. Of course, he did not leave her side without removing her knife. There he sat until she decided to awaken.
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 9:34 pm
The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming. From above, Vinzenz had been watching the entire event unfold. It was easily to tell that she had been under some sort of anesthetic. Why else would she walk around so unstably? The hidden vampire had been watching his prey for the longest of time frames and realized that this was one moment that he must make an appearance. His eyes flicked hastily over to the foolish creature that tried to take a midnight snack. Acinemod once again escaped from her enemy with ease and headed into a haze of mystery. The smell of the books would keep the youngling's nose busy. It was sometimes tough for the inexperienced to sense blood around such strong scented pages, not that it wasn't an enjoyable smell at all. Alt enjoyed the smell of unmoved pages and dusty shelves. In fact, it made him feel younger than he was. The general was only about 106 years old. That was actually pretty young for a vampire, but no one was as accustomed to the wild as he was. Damn Soviet soldiers had him running everywhere.
Speaking of soldiers, where had his army gone? They were scoping out the surrounding area for any predators. The last thing the general needed was for some wolf to come waltzing in on his meeting with the good doctor. Irralius was very important to him. When she turned the corner Alt placed himself behind her and quickly placed the tip of his gun to the back of her head. The other hand reached to his second pistol and wacked her in the back of the head before there was anymore time to react. In any case, she wouldn't move because the odds were against her. The doctor knew well of the vampire behind her. Vinzenz lifted her limp body off of the floor and walked her out of the library and to one of the paintings. With a nudge to the corner of it, a secret passage way opened and and he walked her through the innards of the mansion. Their trip ended in the master bedroom. A chair was placed neatly in the middle of the cleared floor that was placed to the left of the bed. Alt placed her on the bed and moved lackadaisically towards the chair. Of course, he did not leave her side without removing her knife. There he sat until she decided to awaken. A cold metal nose could be felt on the back of her scalp. It was the last thing the doctor remembered before drifting back to reality on the bed. The sheets felt extremely familiar, like the ones she placed on her bed. It was her bed. Acinemod's eyelids retreated and allowed her to see her surroundings. Everything down to the carpet was the same as her room so, of course, she concluded that Vinzenz had taken her to the master bedroom. Doctor Irralius pushed herself up into a sitting position and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. The vampires presence could be felt just behind her in the chair. This put her slightly on edge. Usually captives were tied to chairs or to the bed. The left her free. Vinzenz was a unique vampire who plagued her dreams ever since he walked through the doors of the mansion. Acinemod was interested in the reason behind haunting her in the night, but felt it was best to stay ignorant. It would not have been bright if she waltzed over to him and asked. After all, if you see one Nazi there are 100 lurking in the bushes. Suddenly, something walked by the window. Acinemod's vision flicked over to find a swastika on the beings sleeve. The mansion was surrounded. Fear crept in through the cracks in the walls and crawled up her leg. The doctor pushed herself to her feet and walked cautiously around the bed. Would he hear her? Most likely yes. If she could get to the nightstand in time she'd be armed with a pistol. Impatient, she dashed around the bed and zoomed towards the nightstand, gripping the handle to pull the drawer open. Acinemod reached in to pull out the gun. If she were successful, Alt would have a gun pointed at him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 9:52 pm
Doctor Acinemod Irralius The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming. From above, Vinzenz had been watching the entire event unfold. It was easily to tell that she had been under some sort of anesthetic. Why else would she walk around so unstably? The hidden vampire had been watching his prey for the longest of time frames and realized that this was one moment that he must make an appearance. His eyes flicked hastily over to the foolish creature that tried to take a midnight snack. Acinemod once again escaped from her enemy with ease and headed into a haze of mystery. The smell of the books would keep the youngling's nose busy. It was sometimes tough for the inexperienced to sense blood around such strong scented pages, not that it wasn't an enjoyable smell at all. Alt enjoyed the smell of unmoved pages and dusty shelves. In fact, it made him feel younger than he was. The general was only about 106 years old. That was actually pretty young for a vampire, but no one was as accustomed to the wild as he was. Damn Soviet soldiers had him running everywhere.
Speaking of soldiers, where had his army gone? They were scoping out the surrounding area for any predators. The last thing the general needed was for some wolf to come waltzing in on his meeting with the good doctor. Irralius was very important to him. When she turned the corner Alt placed himself behind her and quickly placed the tip of his gun to the back of her head. The other hand reached to his second pistol and wacked her in the back of the head before there was anymore time to react. In any case, she wouldn't move because the odds were against her. The doctor knew well of the vampire behind her. Vinzenz lifted her limp body off of the floor and walked her out of the library and to one of the paintings. With a nudge to the corner of it, a secret passage way opened and and he walked her through the innards of the mansion. Their trip ended in the master bedroom. A chair was placed neatly in the middle of the cleared floor that was placed to the left of the bed. Alt placed her on the bed and moved lackadaisically towards the chair. Of course, he did not leave her side without removing her knife. There he sat until she decided to awaken. A cold metal nose could be felt on the back of her scalp. It was the last thing the doctor remembered before drifting back to reality on the bed. The sheets felt extremely familiar, like the ones she placed on her bed. It was her bed. Acinemod's eyelids retreated and allowed her to see her surroundings. Everything down to the carpet was the same as her room so, of course, she concluded that Vinzenz had taken her to the master bedroom. Doctor Irralius pushed herself up into a sitting position and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. The vampires presence could be felt just behind her in the chair. This put her slightly on edge. Usually captives were tied to chairs or to the bed. The left her free. Vinzenz was a unique vampire who plagued her dreams ever since he walked through the doors of the mansion. Acinemod was interested in the reason behind haunting her in the night, but felt it was best to stay ignorant. It would not have been bright if she waltzed over to him and asked. After all, if you see one Nazi there are 100 lurking in the bushes. Suddenly, something walked by the window. Acinemod's vision flicked over to find a swastika on the beings sleeve. The mansion was surrounded. Fear crept in through the cracks in the walls and crawled up her leg. The doctor pushed herself to her feet and walked cautiously around the bed. Would he hear her? Most likely yes. If she could get to the nightstand in time she'd be armed with a pistol. Impatient, she dashed around the bed and zoomed towards the nightstand, gripping the handle to pull the drawer open. Acinemod reached in to pull out the gun. If she were successful, Alt would have a gun pointed at him. Alt knew she was awake the second Acinemod opened her eyes even though he was facing away from her. Silently, he invaded her privacy, listening to her vital signs intensely. Fear could be heard in her quickened heart. Oh how he was enjoying this. The party was just getting started. Deep inside him his blood thirst roared. It begged for him to give in a take the female, but Vinzenz had more control than that. The Nazi general knew exactly what the doctor would go after even before she did. How? You could say he knew her thought process. If she wasn't armed she'd make herself armed. Other's he encountered would cower under him or try to beat him physically. However, both options were fatal. The general noticed one of his guards lurking by and mentally told him to take the others to the other end of the house. The appearance of one would give her enough of an idea to make reluctant pull her back from escaping. When she started to move around the bed two pearly white fangs crawled over his bottom lip and made his lips smirk. Then she dashed. Oh how he enjoyed it when people succumbed to desperation. It made him feel more in control of the situation. Alt was up out of his chair and gripping the doctors wrists behind her back before she even touched the nightstand. A few chuckles past by as he nibbled lightly at her neck. Oh how he loved a good challenge. Acinemod was helpless. There was no way should could hurt his foot because he removed her shoes and he was wearing steel toed boots. She could slam her head all she wanted against his chest. It wouldn't help. Should she try to wiggle her way out of it she'd grow tired from being unsuccessful. Alt pressed her up against the wall and brought out his trusty pair of handcuffs, which he quickly placed upon her wrists. She'd be easier to deal with that way. Then he pulled her from the wall and tossed her to the head of the bed. The general made his way to the foot of the bed and started to slowly crawl towards her. What would she do now?
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 10:01 pm
The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming. From above, Vinzenz had been watching the entire event unfold. It was easily to tell that she had been under some sort of anesthetic. Why else would she walk around so unstably? The hidden vampire had been watching his prey for the longest of time frames and realized that this was one moment that he must make an appearance. His eyes flicked hastily over to the foolish creature that tried to take a midnight snack. Acinemod once again escaped from her enemy with ease and headed into a haze of mystery. The smell of the books would keep the youngling's nose busy. It was sometimes tough for the inexperienced to sense blood around such strong scented pages, not that it wasn't an enjoyable smell at all. Alt enjoyed the smell of unmoved pages and dusty shelves. In fact, it made him feel younger than he was. The general was only about 106 years old. That was actually pretty young for a vampire, but no one was as accustomed to the wild as he was. Damn Soviet soldiers had him running everywhere.
Speaking of soldiers, where had his army gone? They were scoping out the surrounding area for any predators. The last thing the general needed was for some wolf to come waltzing in on his meeting with the good doctor. Irralius was very important to him. When she turned the corner Alt placed himself behind her and quickly placed the tip of his gun to the back of her head. The other hand reached to his second pistol and wacked her in the back of the head before there was anymore time to react. In any case, she wouldn't move because the odds were against her. The doctor knew well of the vampire behind her. Vinzenz lifted her limp body off of the floor and walked her out of the library and to one of the paintings. With a nudge to the corner of it, a secret passage way opened and and he walked her through the innards of the mansion. Their trip ended in the master bedroom. A chair was placed neatly in the middle of the cleared floor that was placed to the left of the bed. Alt placed her on the bed and moved lackadaisically towards the chair. Of course, he did not leave her side without removing her knife. There he sat until she decided to awaken. A cold metal nose could be felt on the back of her scalp. It was the last thing the doctor remembered before drifting back to reality on the bed. The sheets felt extremely familiar, like the ones she placed on her bed. It was her bed. Acinemod's eyelids retreated and allowed her to see her surroundings. Everything down to the carpet was the same as her room so, of course, she concluded that Vinzenz had taken her to the master bedroom. Doctor Irralius pushed herself up into a sitting position and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. The vampires presence could be felt just behind her in the chair. This put her slightly on edge. Usually captives were tied to chairs or to the bed. The left her free. Vinzenz was a unique vampire who plagued her dreams ever since he walked through the doors of the mansion. Acinemod was interested in the reason behind haunting her in the night, but felt it was best to stay ignorant. It would not have been bright if she waltzed over to him and asked. After all, if you see one Nazi there are 100 lurking in the bushes. Suddenly, something walked by the window. Acinemod's vision flicked over to find a swastika on the beings sleeve. The mansion was surrounded. Fear crept in through the cracks in the walls and crawled up her leg. The doctor pushed herself to her feet and walked cautiously around the bed. Would he hear her? Most likely yes. If she could get to the nightstand in time she'd be armed with a pistol. Impatient, she dashed around the bed and zoomed towards the nightstand, gripping the handle to pull the drawer open. Acinemod reached in to pull out the gun. If she were successful, Alt would have a gun pointed at him. Alt knew she was awake the second Acinemod opened her eyes even though he was facing away from her. Silently, he invaded her privacy, listening to her vital signs intensely. Fear could be heard in her quickened heart. Oh how he was enjoying this. The party was just getting started. Deep inside him his blood thirst roared. It begged for him to give in a take the female, but Vinzenz had more control than that. The Nazi general knew exactly what the doctor would go after even before she did. How? You could say he knew her thought process. If she wasn't armed she'd make herself armed. Other's he encountered would cower under him or try to beat him physically. However, both options were fatal. The general noticed one of his guards lurking by and mentally told him to take the others to the other end of the house. The appearance of one would give her enough of an idea to make reluctant pull her back from escaping. When she started to move around the bed two pearly white fangs crawled over his bottom lip and made his lips smirk. Then she dashed. Oh how he enjoyed it when people succumbed to desperation. It made him feel more in control of the situation. Alt was up out of his chair and gripping the doctors wrists behind her back before she even touched the nightstand. A few chuckles past by as he nibbled lightly at her neck. Oh how he loved a good challenge. Acinemod was helpless. There was no way should could hurt his foot because he removed her shoes and he was wearing steel toed boots. She could slam her head all she wanted against his chest. It wouldn't help. Should she try to wiggle her way out of it she'd grow tired from being unsuccessful. Alt pressed her up against the wall and brought out his trusty pair of handcuffs, which he quickly placed upon her wrists. She'd be easier to deal with that way. Then he pulled her from the wall and tossed her to the head of the bed. The general made his way to the foot of the bed and started to slowly crawl towards her. What would she do now? ((Time for some payback. xd ))
Acinemod gasped when her hands were pulled behind her back. Her mind tried to deny the fact that he was faster than her. Shivers ran like chainsaws through her body as she stood still. The last thing she wanted to do was get pricked by a fang while struggling. It seemed pointless anyway. Now was obviously not the right time to try an escape. Then she was thrust to the wall. The pain that should have resulted did not occur due to the sudden appearance of handcuffs. That was a major surprise for her. Why would a Nazi general carry around handcuffs like that? He wasn't some sexual fiend who carted around kinky toys to use on unsuspecting females, was he? Vinzenz seemed better than that; however, no male was beyond that. Suddenly, the situation took an unexpected turn. Acinemod was tossed on the bed. This made her let out a small yell as her bottom proceeded to land on the soft bed. The young doctor pushed her way frantically backwards, towards the wall. There she could try and attempt to stand. At the foot of the bed was Vinzenz and for all intents and purposes she paused just to stare. God he was gorgeous. If he were to crawl up her was she'd only half mind it. ANYWAY! Acinemod brought herself to the wood at the head of the bed and pulled her knees to her chest. There she sat with her eyes closed, wondering what the hell he wanted.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:37 pm
Doctor Acinemod Irralius The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius The Dreaded Warning Doctor Acinemod Irralius A story told all too incorrectly. Once the male licked his lips Acinemod bolted down the rows and rows of bookshelves. Adrenaline was her savior now. If only it wouldn't run out quickly like all of the other times. Come to think of it, she hadn't used her adrenaline in about seven years. Maybe the stock would be enough for her to survive. The doctor's breathing was no longer slow and regular. It was more of a rough "get the hell away" respiration. Acinemod found herself in complete darkness and almost lost. Never had she met such darkness before. Panic nestled deeper inside her mind as she franticly groped herself for one of her knives. The woman never left anywhere without one.
"Come on! Come on! Where's a knife when you need one?!"
Her dark black hair rushed over her eyes to remind her of the one she always hid in the back of her neck. A sigh of relief half cut short by more panic that poked its way out as she reached back and felt the tip of the handle. Acinemod pulled the knife from the back of her neck and felt as the opening sealed itself flawlessly. Then, as the adrenaline calmed down, it dawned on her that the bodies metabolism speeds WAY up when on adrenaline. Half of the anesthetic was gone, but she was still a little off balance from it all. Acinemod wandered carefully through the walls of bookshelves. Turning the corner was something she never found easy so she tried to avoid it, until she reached the very edge of the library. It was then that she closed her eyes and crept slowly around the corner. If he were there she didn't want to see him coming. From above, Vinzenz had been watching the entire event unfold. It was easily to tell that she had been under some sort of anesthetic. Why else would she walk around so unstably? The hidden vampire had been watching his prey for the longest of time frames and realized that this was one moment that he must make an appearance. His eyes flicked hastily over to the foolish creature that tried to take a midnight snack. Acinemod once again escaped from her enemy with ease and headed into a haze of mystery. The smell of the books would keep the youngling's nose busy. It was sometimes tough for the inexperienced to sense blood around such strong scented pages, not that it wasn't an enjoyable smell at all. Alt enjoyed the smell of unmoved pages and dusty shelves. In fact, it made him feel younger than he was. The general was only about 106 years old. That was actually pretty young for a vampire, but no one was as accustomed to the wild as he was. Damn Soviet soldiers had him running everywhere.
Speaking of soldiers, where had his army gone? They were scoping out the surrounding area for any predators. The last thing the general needed was for some wolf to come waltzing in on his meeting with the good doctor. Irralius was very important to him. When she turned the corner Alt placed himself behind her and quickly placed the tip of his gun to the back of her head. The other hand reached to his second pistol and wacked her in the back of the head before there was anymore time to react. In any case, she wouldn't move because the odds were against her. The doctor knew well of the vampire behind her. Vinzenz lifted her limp body off of the floor and walked her out of the library and to one of the paintings. With a nudge to the corner of it, a secret passage way opened and and he walked her through the innards of the mansion. Their trip ended in the master bedroom. A chair was placed neatly in the middle of the cleared floor that was placed to the left of the bed. Alt placed her on the bed and moved lackadaisically towards the chair. Of course, he did not leave her side without removing her knife. There he sat until she decided to awaken. A cold metal nose could be felt on the back of her scalp. It was the last thing the doctor remembered before drifting back to reality on the bed. The sheets felt extremely familiar, like the ones she placed on her bed. It was her bed. Acinemod's eyelids retreated and allowed her to see her surroundings. Everything down to the carpet was the same as her room so, of course, she concluded that Vinzenz had taken her to the master bedroom. Doctor Irralius pushed herself up into a sitting position and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. The vampires presence could be felt just behind her in the chair. This put her slightly on edge. Usually captives were tied to chairs or to the bed. The left her free. Vinzenz was a unique vampire who plagued her dreams ever since he walked through the doors of the mansion. Acinemod was interested in the reason behind haunting her in the night, but felt it was best to stay ignorant. It would not have been bright if she waltzed over to him and asked. After all, if you see one Nazi there are 100 lurking in the bushes. Suddenly, something walked by the window. Acinemod's vision flicked over to find a swastika on the beings sleeve. The mansion was surrounded. Fear crept in through the cracks in the walls and crawled up her leg. The doctor pushed herself to her feet and walked cautiously around the bed. Would he hear her? Most likely yes. If she could get to the nightstand in time she'd be armed with a pistol. Impatient, she dashed around the bed and zoomed towards the nightstand, gripping the handle to pull the drawer open. Acinemod reached in to pull out the gun. If she were successful, Alt would have a gun pointed at him. Alt knew she was awake the second Acinemod opened her eyes even though he was facing away from her. Silently, he invaded her privacy, listening to her vital signs intensely. Fear could be heard in her quickened heart. Oh how he was enjoying this. The party was just getting started. Deep inside him his blood thirst roared. It begged for him to give in a take the female, but Vinzenz had more control than that. The Nazi general knew exactly what the doctor would go after even before she did. How? You could say he knew her thought process. If she wasn't armed she'd make herself armed. Other's he encountered would cower under him or try to beat him physically. However, both options were fatal. The general noticed one of his guards lurking by and mentally told him to take the others to the other end of the house. The appearance of one would give her enough of an idea to make reluctant pull her back from escaping. When she started to move around the bed two pearly white fangs crawled over his bottom lip and made his lips smirk. Then she dashed. Oh how he enjoyed it when people succumbed to desperation. It made him feel more in control of the situation. Alt was up out of his chair and gripping the doctors wrists behind her back before she even touched the nightstand. A few chuckles past by as he nibbled lightly at her neck. Oh how he loved a good challenge. Acinemod was helpless. There was no way should could hurt his foot because he removed her shoes and he was wearing steel toed boots. She could slam her head all she wanted against his chest. It wouldn't help. Should she try to wiggle her way out of it she'd grow tired from being unsuccessful. Alt pressed her up against the wall and brought out his trusty pair of handcuffs, which he quickly placed upon her wrists. She'd be easier to deal with that way. Then he pulled her from the wall and tossed her to the head of the bed. The general made his way to the foot of the bed and started to slowly crawl towards her. What would she do now? ((Time for some payback. xd ))
Acinemod gasped when her hands were pulled behind her back. Her mind tried to deny the fact that he was faster than her. Shivers ran like chainsaws through her body as she stood still. The last thing she wanted to do was get pricked by a fang while struggling. It seemed pointless anyway. Now was obviously not the right time to try an escape. Then she was thrust to the wall. The pain that should have resulted did not occur due to the sudden appearance of handcuffs. That was a major surprise for her. Why would a Nazi general carry around handcuffs like that? He wasn't some sexual fiend who carted around kinky toys to use on unsuspecting females, was he? Vinzenz seemed better than that; however, no male was beyond that. Suddenly, the situation took an unexpected turn. Acinemod was tossed on the bed. This made her let out a small yell as her bottom proceeded to land on the soft bed. The young doctor pushed her way frantically backwards, towards the wall. There she could try and attempt to stand. At the foot of the bed was Vinzenz and for all intents and purposes she paused just to stare. God he was gorgeous. If he were to crawl up her was she'd only half mind it. ANYWAY! Acinemod brought herself to the wood at the head of the bed and pulled her knees to her chest. There she sat with her eyes closed, wondering what the hell he wanted. (( Oh yeah? ))
Alt smirked and shook his head at the shut-eyed Acinemod. Confidence poured on him like rain as he crawled towards her, forgetting about the reality of the odds. No one ever had the chance to capture, let alone with much success, the barely aged doctor. Vinzenz paused for a few seconds to think out a plan. The last thing he wanted to do was screw up his chance at getting the information that he needed. So, with a sigh, the vampiric nazi general kept still as his lips moved to speak words that the doctor would most likely not want to hear. Dangerous strings would be pulled in a few sentences.
"I wonder where your little brother is now. My soldiers haven't allowed him to leave their sight, I'm sure. The weak little boy only screamed when I stepped through the front doors of the mansion in Austria. Unfortunately, the captain was out, so I left him a single note. I bet he's assembling forces right now. Then again, wouldn't be have contacted you when this happened? Or does he really not know where you go alone? You really shouldn't leave people in the dark, Acinemod. Its not helpful to you. Now, tell me what I want to know and I'll have everything back to normal for you."
A visually annoying smile dripped across the Nazi's lips. It would be impossible to get no where with everything that he had just said. Acinemod would have to leak information to him in order to save the life of her darling younger sibling. All too soon, Alt was becoming impatient. He couldn't just stay there without taking some sort of physical action. It would make the impact of his words much more....extreme. His sharp nails clawed lightly at the sheets as Vinzenz moved forward and reached out for the woman's ankle. If he were to successfully grab the ankle he'd pull Acinemod down the bed and move over her to form a strong pin. No success marked unsaid territory.
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 5:07 pm
Looking upon the moon through the window of the dim room, the faint smile on the figures smile broadened slightly. The man was truly a sight to behold; tall in stature, slender in frame, skin the color of cream, and a face whose allure rivaled those sculpted by the Greek masters of old. His attire was simple, nothing more than a baggy blue tank-top, a pair of black jeans secured by a black belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of black combat boots. Of course, he did have some strange features: his hair was as white as ivory, his irises were as red as rubies, his fingernails were as black as night itself, and gleaming white canines protruded slightly over his lower lip. However, these are of course the typical traits one would find in a vampire.
Despite wearing a smile on his face, he let out a soft sigh that sounded like one of discontent. Shrugging to himself, he began collecting objects from around the room. After a minute, he had gathered a number of objects: a large knife with a blade of Damascus steel, a bottle of red wine, a silvery metal sphere the size of a golf ball, and a black book with the title 'Les Infortunes de la Vertu' set in gold. Slipping the knife through his belt, he kept the remaining objects carefully cradled in his left arm. He came to the doorway of his room, glancing over his shoulder once at the threshold. "Quelle nuit splendide pour avoir de l'amusement." Without another word, the man left the room and set off in the dark corridors of the mansion.
((Hey, Ace, remember this guy? xd ))
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