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From my myspace RPG site: http://www.myspace.com/scottishdoctorinspace
All was well aboard the “Ship of Dreams”. She remained tethered in Southampton’s dock, the taught iron chains linking her to the Queen’s land. It was hard to believe that in his younger days, such a vessel was unimaginable. Much was, back then. Druitt leaned against the wall, permitting others to crowd at the railing as they waved to beloved ones on shore. Thousands of tiny faces, fleeting hands catching noon light on skin of all colors. Mostly white. Like himself.
These days John had lost the large sideburns that had been all the rage during the Victorian era. A century gone by. This was the new millennia: embraced by enormous steel ships of peoples across the globe. Funny, how small the world seemed that day. He could hear chattering in many of the European languages, even followed a few conversations though without much interest. There were only two people who had drawn him there that day: Helen Magnus and Nikola Tesla. It was a…hunch, that the Sanguine Vampiris would make a show, parading ladies upon his arms, standing in as some new money millionaire. If only they knew Tesla’s true nature.
A dark smile curled upon John Druitt’s lips. He appeared like many others on board the Titanic: a man of means, though a far cry from abundant wealth. He had no need for it. In fact, Druitt had little need for anything…except one woman. Fishing into a pocket, he withdrew a worn golden locket, flipping it open. Inside was a portrait of Helen. She would be the difficult one to approach. Her presence on the Titanic’s maiden voyage could only verify one thing…That they were not the only abnormals aboard the grand ship.
With a low chuckle, he ducked his head, sneaking his tall lank form through a doorway. Druitt didn’t carry a ticket; he was hardly a conventional traveler. Why bother with tickets when he merely had to imagine the destination in mind, then will himself to appear there? Life could be so easy…So deceptively easy. His cold eyes, colored like the ocean, caught a young woman’s. There must have been something in his gaze that unsettled her, for the lady looked away quickly, sucking in a breath. Good. He preferred they feared him. What a lovely neck she displayed. So slender, so inviting…
For a moment, he nearly retreated into his blood thirsty character. Too many people. He reminded himself. Besides, there was someone in particular he wanted to approach. It didn’t take much time - in spite of the crowds - to find the man he sought. After all, he drew people like the spectacle he was: dashing, bold, arrogant, handsome and worst of all was he had the intelligence to back the rest up. Nikola Tesla was a creature favored by Fate. While he, on the other hand, was despised. A hidden element of society long since forgotten. But he could never forget. John managed to slip behind the lanky vampire surrounded by others of equal social stature. Tesla wouldn’t travel by third class. Oh no. It was his grandiose nature to pursue luxury. The company Nikola kept revealed his taste for finery. Druitt leaned forward, whispering softly against the other man’s ear. “Hello Nikola, old friend. I had an inkling I might find you here.” Sardonic amusement laced his polite voice. There was something in it, however, that could make the skin crawl. “May I have a word? In private?” The smirk snagged on his scarred face. Somewhat long yet tamed brown hair framed his face, accenting the hollow deeply hooded eyes. “For old time’s sake.” John’s eyes danced amid the company Tesla kept, noting everything he needed to observe in one glance.
[ Might turn it into a fanfic if the Tesla person never responds. I'm totally in the mood to write! And to make this my own work of fanfiction. ^^ ]
_Karmilla_Dresden_ · Thu Jan 21, 2010 @ 07:19am · 0 Comments |
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