Cehhan
Lunar Eclipse
Vampire
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Post by Cehhan on Oct 13, 2008 13:24:52 GMT -5
It pleased the creature to see the pathetic man angered yet again by the loss of his precious weapon. Aww, it seemed even his pride, his arrogant pride had been harmed. What a shame. Cehhan contemplated on doing something of the such, because he knew that was where it hurt most in a man. However, his somewhat emotionless expression remained, although this was a small victory. His lips so badly wanted to curl into a triumphant smirk and show the human he was not going to give in. He was not weak as an individual, and if this sack of meat expected Cehhan to bow down, he was oh so very wrong. The vampire would ensure that he get his own wake up call, violent or hardly peaceful. But of course, there would be plenty of time to perform this in captive. If they could manage to keep him caged, that is. If this mouse-brained human was smart, (which he highly doubted) it would know it could only detain him for so long. He was a creature of the night, not an animal.
However much self-control Cehhan knew he had, he involuntarily cracked a victorious, toothy grin when it unexpectedly fell on its back. He was not unintelligent. If anything, the vampire felt he could outwit this conceited piece of rotting trash. But he himself would not become too cocky or underestimate his adversary. Just the very scene of the too-haughty human embarrassed with his pride really hurt this time was a rather humorous attack on Cehhan's own behalf. Have a nice trip and see you next fall, he thought to himself, but this train of thought was soon broken by his heightened vision becoming dotted. He was aware he was soon to fall into a deep slumber, for he could feel himself losing control of his body. The creature's limbs were becoming numb. The last image Cehhan quite enjoyed and saw was his opponent fallen in the muck below, and finally the vampire fell with a hard thud.
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It was a mostly dreamless slumber, though it went on for hours. This was not to say it was pleasant, however. Every so often there would be images of Cehhan caked in several different coats of blood with a sadistic grin. Dead bodies would be sprawled across cobblestone streets with a blank stare, others piled on top of one another. And the creature would remain in the center of them all, roaring victoriously in pleasure. Cehhan would stir in reality, sometimes causing the chains locking his wrists to rattle subsequent to his churnings. Other than that, the creature scarcely made a clamor in his comatose state. Cehhan remained silent for the most part, even during the short spasms of random, intense pain he would register. (Or he thought they were random.) Perhaps it was his body recuperating. Or maybe the guard avenged himself during the vampire's unconscious stupor. Whatever the source was, he did not know, but it was none too pleasurable. But if this had went on for some time, shouldn't the sedative be wearing off? You bet it did. It wasn't long before the gradual transition between dream and reality collided, awakening the sleeping beast.
There was a soft rapping noise, which in Cehhan's dream must have symbolized a heart beating, though he did not have one. The vision took a sudden twist. The creature himself was again a young boy, happy in his poverty-stricken home with his loving family. There were soft smiles, excited giggles. This all changed quickly with a flash of Cehhan's ill mother in her bed, pale with Tuberculosis. The only sound uttered was the occassional cough and eruption of blood from her lips. His father looked broken with knowledge she was not going to make it. Another turn. Father and son dwelled on the streets with no money left, begging for food or somewhere to temporarily stay. Cehhan's father died not too long after of the same disease, his lungs filled with thick blood. His life flashed before him in this particular dream, fast forwarding to when Cehhan would lose his own life. There was the soft rapping of his heart pounding against his chest in fear when the creature came to bite him. The beating soon slowed as the sharp fangs dug painfully into his neck, and then there was no life left of his organs.
The vampire jerked awake in a sweat. Although he need not breathe, Cehhan's inhalation and exhalation quickened in pace as a severe pain jabbed at his body. He was weak, and not at all pleased to have his arms chained. Mustering what energy he could, the creature thrashed against the chains momentarily, ignoring the metal digging into his pale white skin. And that was when he caught a glance of the human, causing Cehhan to stop his melody of rattling chains. His scarlet gaze grew hostile with each waking moment, though not a word was uttered from his lips. There it was, that spasm of severe pain again. The vampire winced at the unexpected distress. Under such circumstances, Cehhan would've usually rebelled against the foreign objects holding him back, but he found himself with little to no energy. This did not kill his spirit, though the appearance of his opponent caused anger to boil within his veins. But he would allow the human the pleasure of seeing it.
Short brunette hair fell into Cehhan's face, presenting an eerie effect on the shadows of his face. There was a feeling that this human desired to talk. What if he himself did not desire the same? No, if anything, intimidation was the worst possible option, for it did not affect him. Use what you may human, but you will get nothing out of me.
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Post by Kei Koruno on Oct 14, 2008 4:32:21 GMT -5
Twitches. Stirrings. The restless slumber of the undead was not uninteresting to him. There were so many things that humans did not know about this peculiar race, especially the little things. Were they all automatically insane? Even though they looked like it, were they people? And what did they dream of—or did they dream at all? Kei was the sort of man who makes nightmares, so he found himself with a slight preoccupation with these unconscious imaginings. It was one of the most telling things about a person. If someone described their dreams to him, then if he interpreted it right, he could know exactly how to break them. Well, unless the person was suicidal, at least he had the fear of death to hang over their heads. Or, in this case, re-death. Vampires did get to stick around after the game was over, after all. It was part of that whole “living dead” thing, he supposed.
Oh, it appeared that the beast had awakened. It was about time, Kei had started getting impatient quite a while ago. But he did not react to the thing’s struggles and thrashings, not even a flinch, since he knew that it was now safely imprisoned, and also dealing with not only the residue of the sedative, but also a new little toxin to deal with. No matter how big and bad it thought it was on the outside, in this cell, Kei’s territory, it was nothing. Just another worm that was here to atone for its sins. Tresspassing. Resisting arrest. Assault. Being a monster. All these funny things that humans defined may be punishable, but honestly, Kei had nothing against it except the first and second problems. Humans were just as stupid and pointless as vampires, so he hated both of them equally. Breaking the guard’s shields and one dagger did not bother him. It was the fact that this creature had come to his property unwanted, and then had the gall to run from him. Oh well, tonight would have been boring without such stimulation anyways.
He waited for the vampire to calm down a bit before he stopped the tapping and looked at it for a moment, as if appraising it in a better light. No other guards around. No cellmates to make a ruckus. Only the two of them. Good, because he would need a bit of privacy for this. “So, vampire. You fancy yourself a rebel, then?” he said, smiling with an undue pleasantness. He talked as if he was speaking to a good friend about the weather. It might have even sounded like an actual question. He leaned forward a little in his chair, gazing from a safe distance at the eerie-looking creature. This one’s spirit would take some work to break, he could already tell. That would be nice, maybe this thing could provide some idle relief from boredom for a long time. He continued speaking. “I like rebels. You lot are such fun. But this is where I hold that which I’ve sworn to protect, so when a beastly thing like you comes in, I have to be careful. Do you understand that?” The pause was not nearly long enough to leave room for response. “Of course you do. Which brings us both to why we’re here. Will you choose to make a confession to me of your own free will?”
To be honest, Kei wasn’t expecting it to answer yes. This thing was too defiant, and unless it was a particularly smart little bugger, then there would be no way it could comprehend the dire situation it was in. Which was where mentioning the poison would come in, but if he said it too soon, then he would just seem like an eager child. He would wait until an opportune moment to reveal that a slow-acting poison was working its magic, and that unless it told him the honest truth, he would withhold the antidote. Maybe it would think this was a bluff, maybe it would start talking immediately, and maybe it would just spit at him. Whatever it was, he was looking forward to the unexpected. Despite his humiliation in front of the men, tonight could still turn out to be a positive (and maybe even profitable) spending of time.[/size]
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Cehhan
Lunar Eclipse
Vampire
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Post by Cehhan on Oct 18, 2008 14:22:07 GMT -5
It was unpleasant enough with this sack of flesh waiting to be killed sitting there in a haughty manner, as if Cehhan was an animal being observed in a zoo. Who ever said the animal couldn't observe the human? There was a weakness in everybody, causing the vampire to search hard for it in this disgusting flea bag. Was it his pride that he could possibly take advantage of? Cehhan found pleasure out of watching the high and mighty fall beside his own men. It was amusing, but still it did not go without punishment, or so he thought. For all the vampire knew, he could've been harmed during his unconscious stupor. It would not surprise him if the human did something irrational out of revenge in the least. Perhaps that was why his body ached so. Still, he stared hard into the man's blue eyes with a staggering intensity. It seemed a few moments that the two would only stare at each other, the vampire's veins boiling with hatred. It did not take long for the human to pick up on his usual chatter as if they were having a chipper conversation and nothing was at stake.
Cehhan shifted restlessly against the steel chains and positioned himself as he unwillingly listened to what the flea bag had to say. Not that it mattered much. The smile forming on his face caused the vampire to growl lowly, to low for any human to ever hearken. If fighting for your right to freedom and life was rebellion, he would be considered much more then a rebel. Not even did insubordinate adversary come close to the fighter Cehhan really was. His thoughts were abruptly distracted by the movement of the mortal inching closer to the cell. There was no use in making himself seem vicious or hostile (that had already been established) because he was sure the human would be pleasured by it. This was not a little game, as much as the sack of flesh wanted to play his childish mind. The only thing Cehhan would do was narrow his burgundy eyes, his lips twitching threateningly. It was not the fact that the vampire was merely trying to intimidate, but more as a warning. Sure there were steel bars separating them, but that meant nothing to him.
But when the thing continued on, Cehhan eyed him cautiously, as if this human was more of a danger then the creature himself. He would listen carefully to the words and think before he would speak. (Not that he was going to give this human the pleasure of speaking anyways.) Aware he was in quite a predicament, Cehhan would have to act carefully. It would not be an easy escape. Considering this human was rather intelligent for his race, freedom could be difficult to obtain. Perhaps in this unpleasant stay, there would be information to learn. Cehhan would bide his time, learn all he could, and then use that knowledge to his advantage. The eagerness of the flabbergasted expression upon the human's face when it would grasp the concept of his quarry's escape. Although vampire was a creature, it was still a branch of human and therefore was a clever animal. He would not allow a mere human to outwit him or hold him hostage.
The last sentence uttered by the human caused his attention to return. Cehhan narrowed his eyes dangerously. Confess of his own free will? Absurd. The vampire pulled with all his might against the chains, leaning close to the steel bars not far from the stone wall. His pale and weak body became dangerously close to the man, though immense pain followed shortly after his rebellion. The steel chains dug hard into his wrists, pain shooting up his arms. His body writhed once, but this was not because of the chains. It was the familiar feeling when he'd first awakened. But that was ignored, so it was just a dull though consistent pain for now. Cehhan's face was now only inches from his captor's, his body straining rigorously against the nuisance objects refraining him from any other movement. If one did not know any better, the scene would've appeared as though this creature were going to whisper something extremely classified to a trusted friend. But that was not so. The very thought was ludicrous.
Cehhan performed a stunt, and rather dangerous at that. One that could probably jeopardize his well being, although he was continuously threatened with death already. Silently gathering saliva from his throat, it collected in his mouth until he spit, yes quite literally right in the human's face. His dark eyebrows furrowed hard in insolence. Never, even if it meant his life, would he speak to this foolish human.
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Post by Kei Koruno on Oct 20, 2008 2:22:07 GMT -5
This was good. No, it was funny. No, it was hilarious. Was it just going to stay there all night, squirming against the chains and squinting its eyes at him? It was like watching one of those tiny dogs reaching the end of its chain. And all it had to do to be let back out into the wild was yap a little for his Master. Well, maybe. Kei could still have some fun with him after he got what he wanted. After all, as a child, he liked to play with his toys until they broke. Vampires were such durable toys, too; they could last just about forever, if one treated them right. Unfortunately, Kei did not treat his toys right. Most people didn’t know that, but it was true. So, his only choice would be to let the vampire go before it broke, or else everybody would know that Kei broke his toys. He sighed under his breath at this thought. It was a shame, he missed the days when Akumu gave him all the toys he needed. All day, every day, was spent with alternating physical and mental training, sometimes both at once. It strengthened him, and it helped his hold of the drums grow. And as his hold grew, so did his mind, and thus, his capacities.
The capacity he had for this creature was immeasurable. He was the master of all, Kei Koruno, he was everything, everywhere. How could he not love this vampire? How could he not hate it? This thing stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, and caught his apple in just the wrong way. If he hadn’t been lead to see that it was a vampire he was dealing with, then he just would have caught him and tossed him to the guards to be fined and then freed. But no, creatures of the night didn’t get that wavy-gravy treatment. In fact, they didn’t get treatment. They got punishment, especially when they behaved suspiciously, resisted arrest, assaulted the guards, and pushed over Kei Freaking Koruno. Nobody does that and gets off unscathed. So, he figured that the creature was spent by now. The chemical was going to work its magic if he didn’t get the antidote before the time was up, but there was plenty of time to dilly-dally. Oh, but what is this? The thing was leaning closer. He tilted his head a little closer to hear what this thing had to say, in its no doubt ugly voice. Instead, he got spit. Vampire spit. On his face.
Well, Kei couldn’t say he hadn’t tried.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the blatant sign of disrespect from his face. That was disgusting. He would have to wash his face later. The anger had come back, and he could hear the faint sound of drumming again. Angry. Mad. Annoyed. This thing was so frustrating. Sure, it was the sign of a true rebel to never give in, and in a way that was more fun, but there were other ways to do that. Less crude and undignified ways. Gosh, and this thing was supposed to be proving itself to him? It was proving that it had no capability of making an intelligent comeback, that was for sure. He sighed. Oh well, it was disappointing, but he couldn’t expect everything to be smart enough to hold his interest for long. “The ‘Insanity’ plea does you no good here,” Kei said, “And neither does the ‘Llama in Disguise’ plea. Please try to behave yourself.” He didn’t snap, because Kei didn’t snap unless he wanted to, and right now he wasn’t in the mood for that. He tapped his finger on the side of the bar—da-da-da-dum, da-da-da-dum—and felt relaxed again. Loosey-goosey. Better.
Maybe he should hold back on revealing his trump card? Nah, this thing was aware of the predicament it was in, and still defied him. The only way to get what he wanted, obviously, was to up the stakes. The only problem was, if this didn’t work… No, this would work. Of course it would. Unless this vampire had no respect for its un-life, then it had to obey him. He took a couple steps back, just to be sure that the thing couldn’t try any funny business. “I guess I’ll just have to take that free will of yours, then. Have I shown you this?” He took the little vial of antidote from his pocket and showed it to him, from a distance. “Marvelous, isn’t it? Such a pretty blue color. Matches my eyes. Ironic, then, that it’s the only thing that can save you from the toxin in your veins.” Then, like the terrible bastard he was, Kei smiled, beatific and cruel all at the same time. “It’s hilarious, right? You don’t even need a beating heart to have it spread. If I don’t give you this, you’ll be dead before the sun rises. Isn’t that poetic?”
If he wanted to seem intimidating, he would grow serious right then and make demands. But if he wanted to be a terrifying psychopath, he would get even happier, and that’s just what he did. “So, my friend, do you want to let me in, hm? To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I don’t mind, take your time. We have all night, but not really. If you answer me, I’ll give doggy a treat, and if you don’t…” He paused, and mocked an expression of sadness. Pouty lip and all. “Why, I’ll just have to toss doggy’s treat on the ground and mash it all up. Like pudding.” With the cheerful tone that Kei had, this thing would have to know that he was pleased, and he was. He was showing off, basically. Teasing. Playing. Kei loved playing so, so much.[/size]
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Post by Izumi, Yin on Oct 28, 2008 15:34:11 GMT -5
Intruder? Vampire? Here, in Tsukiyomi? The young princess was intrigued by this. The vampire had been taken in by Kei...her bodyguard. Good made her way through the large castle, gazing out the windows at the eternal darkness. It could get so cold without the sun being around...Good had a blanket wrapped tightly around her. It was much too cold right now and it wasn't very pleasing. Good longed and wished for the sun to return. To feel it against her pale skin -in the moonlight she could be mistaken for a vampire- and to warm it. The princess closed her scarlet eyes and let a soft sky escape her lips. Her mind wandered and wandered back to the dim memories of sunlight. Her mind was so blurred lately with so many different things that her past memories were being blocked. Worries were never a good thing to hold but it seemed she couldn't escape all the worries and concerns jabbing at her.
As she passed by, people would great her with a 'good evening, Good-denka' or something of that sort. But she would cringe because every time they would say 'denka' at the end of her name, princess. Princess Good...not just Good...not friend Good...not what she would like to be called. Good hated her name being mixed with such a high title that was so filled with respect. It bugged her to no ends because she really wasn't all that special. She was just a normal girl like every other female on the Earth. It was just that she had been born as a heir to a throne and would one day rule it even if not by choice. There was no escaping the blood that ran through her veins as sad as that may sound. Good bit the bottom of her soft lips but did not chew nor apply too much pressure. It was so hard to picture herself a queen atop the same throne her mother was currently on. She would never be as strong a ruler as her mother before her. Her mother should be the one to rule this beautiful land forever, not she. Good was not fit...and no child she had would probably be able to take over, either. That is, unless, the child took after the husband and if the husband was strong...though Good had no interests. Nor did she ever thing an arranged marriage would ever be proposed as Aurelia was very onlooking when it came to Good. She wouldn't let her daughter go to just anyone who held a high title, it would have to be a special someone. One who would hold a nice level of respect for her and one that Good got along with. She was never going to get married...
It's not like she wanted to, anyways. Good had no interest in ever having a husband, though she thought a child would be interesting. Good loved children to death but what would one of her own do? Good was nervous about ever having a baby because she didn't know what to do. How would she handle it? What if her body wasn't even capable of holding one and she died after birth? Good opened her eyes, wondering why she even thought about it. A husband or a child was such a far way away so there was no need to ponder on it. Boy did she not know how wrong she was.
Making her way down the stone stairs to the dungeon, her ears strained to hear what was echoing throught the walls. It was hard to make out the words but she did come to reconize the voice of Kei. So, he was down here with the vampire? Good got to the last step and peeked out from behind the wall to the cell which held the creature. Her eyes were sparkling and wide with curiousity. She wanted to see him...she wanted to speak with the vampire. But would he speak to her? With the torch just right on her, Good looked very pale. There seemed to only be small hints of cream and the color on her cheeks to give out that she was alive. She remained very quiet...listening.
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Cehhan
Lunar Eclipse
Vampire
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Post by Cehhan on Oct 29, 2008 20:54:19 GMT -5
As much as he desired so, Cehhan abstained from a wicked grin of triumph. The expression upon the human's face was priceless, one of annoyance and anger. At this point, it did not matter whether or not his irrational action meant death or punitive consequences. What was the point of living when you weren't able to live? There was naught the will to hardly care anymore. The bag of flesh before him didn't seem amused, however. What a shame. But the vampire did not expect the dumb species to find humor in these entertaining games such as Cehhan did. It was rather disappointing that this thing didn't want to play along with a different game. Why, just moments ago, the human was delighted with its own game! This was an unexpected turn in mood. Or maybe it wasn't. Saliva wasn't pleasant on the face, especially from that of a vampire. This was absurd, though. Cehhan was only playing along with the little joke. Why begin something you cannot finish? It was a ludicrous thought, considering the stakes. Wasn't this what it was all about? games? The question was, who would turn out the victor? It was currently a power struggle for first. This was a fierce competition.
Knowing the human only wished to pester him with gibes, the creature for now ignored its condescending words to behave as though Cehhan were a mere child chastised for unwanted behavior. However, the soft rapping upon the wooden chair caused his scarlet gaze to shift to where the human was sitting. He carefully scrutinized its hand and the beat, slowly closing his eyes. The rhythm seemed similar to the one made when Cehhan first awakened from his unconscious stupor. Perhaps this was something compulsive that the human often did. But the melody sounded irregularly familiar. There was something about it he could not place, but it was rather distinctive at that. Memories began to infiltrate the vampire's mind, though they were vague. What was it that caused a similar beat? Drums, yes, but something more specific. The vampire's scarlet gaze glazed over and his body gradually became relaxed. It was almost...comforting. His breathing slowed with each tap, the vampire appearing less hostile then before.
When the tapping ceased, Cehhan was pulled back into the cruel reality before he could understand the reasoning behind the comfort. His pale and weakened body stiffened again, another spasm of pain running along all limbs, causing him to involuntarily cringe. He only released a small grunt, too low for any one human to hear. But even before the man reached for the vial of antidote to show off, he could already smell it. It was putrid, with a bitter scent. Like an angered dog, his lips pulled back to expose his abnormally long canines. The only thing that could save him from the poison running through his veins. But the thought of being teased with it as if it were a toy and he were a dog, that indeed angered him, though he did not show it. Cehhan would not just break down and bend to this vile sack of meat's whims to live. No, he could threaten the vampire all he desired, but he still had a few hours left to live. There was only one option left; to steal it. Or persuade him, but there was no possibility he would be talking to the likes of this human. You could only keep a dog caged for so long.
What was the point in living, anyways? It had always been a mystery to Cehhan. For nearly a hundred years wandering alone, he had always searched for an answer. But it was never found. All he'd ever done was feed off of animals, hunt, and wander. So why did it matter? It didn't. And this vampire did not fear death. If this was what the waste of space was imposing, it was so very wrong. If he so wished, Cehhan could laugh in the face of death. But he had naught the energy. The human could threaten him all it wanted, but his intimidation meant hardly nothing. Not only this, but if it was really desperate, it would have to keep him alive in order to gain the information he wanted. He had to say, though, this human was putting on quite a show, though it wasn't much entertaining. Cehhan would annihilate this thing's pleasure with a living hell. If it was a game he wanted to play, it was a game he was going to get. Except this time, the human would not turn out the victor.
In reply, the vampire clenched his jaw. The craven fool could only run and hide behind the steel bars for protection. Such a pitiful coward should not be allowed to call himself a man. From the look in his scarlet eyes, Cehhan dared the human to enter the cell; dared to question its authority. He strained against the steel chains once more, his pale body weakening with the effort. To gibe him further, from his mouth came a low hiss, at first too quiet. But it soon escalated into a loud rasp, then turned into a snarl. His chin rose high in the air in defiance, his teeth snapping together in challenge. After this confrontation, his scarlet eyes hardened, never once leaving the face of this nasty creature before him. His throat went silent, but the its threat's vindication still remained.
With Cehhan's hard gaze fixed on the human before him, there came a familiar scent, and the aura...the aura was back. But it was not as it appeared. What he did not know...the aura emanated from a human...Female by the likes of it. He had to give it credit, though. She was very quiet, so quiet that he'd missed the sounds of her entering the dungeon. But what energy she gave off was not hostile. No, in fact, it seemed quite kind and shy. This was what had drawn him to the land of Tsukiyomi...What good could this human do him, though? Or perhaps it was a trap. A trap to draw him in with his curiosity and capture him. She was just so...pure that it could be real. He doubted this human's dull senses picked up any trace of the new human's entrance. Cehhan desired to peek behind the demon before him and observe her, but he did not. This battle was between them. And he would not give in until he won.
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Post by Kei Koruno on Nov 5, 2008 6:14:29 GMT -5
Pestering things was one of Kei’s specialties. He knew how to annoy things. And he knew how to infuriate things. He knew how to expose almost any strong emotion, really, but the one thing he couldn’t do was calm something down. Fortunately, he didn’t want to be calming this beast down, either. He wanted to tease it, provoke it, piss it off to its boiling point and watch it squirm as it could do nothing to him. Nothing at all. Oh, yes, that thought satisfied him very much. He loved having this power over such a monster. Kei could keep this thing caged as long as he damn well pleased, and this thing couldn’t do anything but tug and complain and bare those pointy-looking pearly whites at him. Briefly, he wondered how they would look with the blood of a goat on them. And then he wondered how they would look when the poison took control, and made the blood come up from within. Oh, he hadn’t mentioned that, had he? This was only a calm poison until the very last minute. Then, it was explosively painful, even for flesh that was technically dead.
But oh, what’s this? The vampire calmed when he made the sound of the drums. Could it be possible? Did this thing hear them too? No, no, impossible. Only Kei was gifted with this power. Then it was something else. Pieces started falling down, and then together, with what little knowledge he had. He knew more about vampires in general, so he thought of specific facts. Vampires were mindless creatures. No souls. No life. Undead. Organs did not function. Heart did not function. Drums had a rhythm. So did the heart. Ah, so that was it. Another grin came upon his face. Music soothed the savage beast after all. Since it seemed that threats did not perturb the monster, even when it was a direct threat on the thing’s sad little unlife, he would have to use a powerful emotion on the creature that he never had before. Comfort. Calm. He would lull the vampire into a false sense of warmth and security with his heart-like drumming, then tear the floor out from under it and watch the torment start anew. It was, to say the least, a brilliant plan. But then, all of Kei’s plans were brilliant. They had to be. Otherwise, why would this world even exist?
“Do you hear them, too?” he said, in response to the creature’s challenging gaze and snapping mouth. He let his words settle for a moment before he quietly started tapping again, in a much softer tone. He did not need to compensate. They were always so much louder in his head. Da-da-da-dum. If this didn’t work, he had a contingency plan, luckily. He always had plans A, B, C, and the default plan D of ‘Kill Everything.’ In his eyes, the gears were turning, slowly but surely. “I hear them all day. Every day. The sound of drums. Listen, and relax.” Kei tapped louder, enough that the sound echoed off the walls and bounced around them, but not too loud that it was overpowering the real drums. That would be… Oh, he didn’t know. Blasphemy? Disrespect? Something of the sort that he did not want to approach. Anyways, he was tapping out the drums now, and he would not be disturbed. Nothing disturbed him in this state. Even if he didn’t like to admit it, it had put him in a bit of a calm and relaxed state.
Well, he’d have none of that in a time like this. Kei leapt to his feet and immediately halted the drumming. “Fantastic!” he said with a wide flourish, “Simply fantastic! I applaud you, good sir, for reacting to the sound most dear to my heart, so that I now know how to better make use of my talents to get inside of that pretty little head of yours. I’ve so wanted to crack it open and take a peek.” He took a step back, and waggled the poison between his knuckles as if it were a coin, intentionally taking a terrible risk with the vampire’s life to show how little he valued it. “But alas, for the first time, the sound of drums may not be enough. What must I do to get you to open up, hm? Shall I twist a few nerves? Knock you around? But you seem more stoic than that. You may not even fear the poison. So…” Kei smiled brighter, as if he were entertaining the notion of a blissful picnic in the meadows. “I guess I don’t have a plan. If you knew me better, I believe that would scare you.” He shrugged. It was true, of course. The last kind of Kei anybody wanted on their hands was an unpredictable one, and right now, he was feeling quite impulsive.
So, he did the unthinkable. He placed his finger against the stone wall behind him, and dragged it along a sharp edge until the skin broke. Little drops of precious crimson dripped from his finger, and he held the finger up at a safe distance of three feet from the bars. “You just need a reminder of what you are, and what you were. Smell. Listen. Pay attention, doggy, or else I’ll be very disappointed with you.” With that, he started tapping again, steadier this time, and in the exact beat of the human heart. It was not as good as the exact sound of the drums, as he liked his intentions to match that as well, but it was enough to satisfy him. The blood on his finger ran down the length of his palm, in plain sight, and disappeared into the sleeve of his shirt. Warm. Salty. Human. Kei could be a real bastard when he wanted to be, and when he saw something that affected his opponent, then he used it. Good thing, too, because he’d never said anything about making it a fair fight. Kei used every chance he could to fight dirty.[/size]
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Post by Izumi, Yin on Nov 8, 2008 16:49:25 GMT -5
The vampire was just ahead of Kei...Good scooted a tad closer. She strained her eyes to see since the place was so dim with not very much lighting at all. Why had he been brought in the first place? Had he somehow managed to get into the beautiful place called Tsukiyomi or had he just been much too close? She blinked her soft scarlet eyes with a look of pity in them. If he wasn't going to be hostile then there was no need for him to be down here. Good contemplated talking to her mother about this, but did Aurelia even know about it? Surely she did, right? But then wouldn't she be down here right now helping Kei? Good felt uneasy about this situations and she felt her heart thud against her chest. What was really going on here?
Listening closely to Kei, she felt a tad taken aback by his words as well as how he was acting. But wasn't this expected? While Kei was friendly to Tsukiyomi people, as a guard, shouldn't he be hostile towards those who are a danger? But is the vampire a danger? Good let loose a held breath as she felt she had come in at the wrong time. What was Kei talking about? What was there to hear? Good didn't hear anything unnatural...Drums? What drums? There were no drums anywhere...What had gotten into the man? Good wondered quietly in the back of her mind if he was going mad.
Poison...? Good's eyes blanked for a few moments, he had poisoned him!? She watched the cure that was not-so-securely in his hand. That wasn't fair at all! Not unless he had really done wrong! Good really couldn't believe it, really. This all seemed unbelievable. She felt the sudden urge to help the vampire. To stop this all right now. But she seemed to be too slow as it persisted. He purposefully cut himself, and the blood made Good feel sick. The sight of blood made her woozy and she placed her hand to her mouth, trying to keep everything down as her body convulsed and tried to bring something up. She barely managed to keep herself from getting sick from the sight of it. Her eyes tried to avoid it but it was hard. She could see it slowly dripping off his hand and it made her shudder. She didn't want to watch anymore.
Good began to step back to get away, but her grip on the torched had loosened. It dropped with a loud thud on the ground, the stone flooring not catching aflame since it was stone. Instead, the small fire was blown out. Good froze in place, not sure what to do now. What would he do if he knew she had been spying? She tried to calm herself down, but she felt afraid. Kei just didn't seem like how she knew him right now. What would he do..? "K-Kei..." she managed as she stepped around to reveal herself, there was no use in running now. "I heard a vampire got caught...I came to see him.."
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Cehhan
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Post by Cehhan on Nov 8, 2008 20:55:41 GMT -5
To Cehhan's dismay, Kei did not rise up to the challenge to even attempt to enter the cell. Perhaps this sack of meat was more intelligent then he'd taken it for. But if he were that man, he wouldn't want to mess with an angry vampire either, no matter how chained up or poisoned. Either way, if this human was curious enough, it would want to collect all possible information. Which meant as much as it taunted and jibed him, it would have to keep him alive. Was it all bark and no bite, though? It was only the torment and torture that Cehhan would be forced to endure, if it was all really worth it. He was going to get out, no matter how ludicrous it sounded. But honestly, what was the point of living, or un-living now? To tell the story of a near-death experience? To who? This inner conflict took over Cehhan, both sides of him struggling to succeed. Remorse fought rather hard, too. He was convinced that the aura, the strange aura, was merely a trap to lure him in and capture him. But how would've they'd known? Cehhan had been miles away from this land, how could they even know of his existence? No--he had to force himself to stop thinking like this. He had to keep a cool head.
Do you hear it too? Cehhan pulled back weakly at these words. The human's voice was soft, not psychopathic as it had been earlier. This was not right, something was not--But the tapping started again, gradually easing his mind from apprehension and confusion. Da-da-da dum. Da-da-da dum. The steady rhythm soothed him again. Although his human memories were fairly vivid, there was a certain fogginess wrapping around the thumping. Like it was bringing him back in time, where the good memories lay. The tapping gradually grew louder, but by now he was so relaxed, he'd involuntarily tuned out the human's voice, although his enhanced hearing made it louder than it should've. He no longer cared. For a few moments, the searing and blistering pain of the poison spreading throughout his body like flames became so insignificant that Cehhan could hardly feel it anymore. It was as if all should've been right in the world with this strange lullaby as a heartbeat gently thrumming. It was if he were...content. A warming feeling rarely ever experienced spread throughout his weak and pale body. But soon, it became uncomfortable, then hot, then scorching, and finally blistering all over.
When the drumming abruptly ceased, Cehhan lost his content and calm grip. The blistering within his pale and weak body spread to his limbs, his face, his throat, his fingers, his toes; everywhere. He writhed in pain, though no noise escaped his throat. He would not allow this human the pleasure of listening to how bad this hurt, and still the poison was becoming worse. Although Cehhan could not tell, his scarlet pupils had enlarged, but this made his eyesight any better. If anything, it was getting foggier, though he could still pick out distinct details of the scene no human could. The dark molecules of dust floating lazily around, the intricate designs on the stone that he could easily infer it's age. The flames of a single torch dancing and dimly lighting the stone corner by which it was held...Cehhan could see all the colors in the rainbow in the light, just as a prism. And then...there was the human's face again. The aura, the strange aura that had led him here in the first place. In his anger, Cehhan would've at first thought the woman a succubus, but the energy she gave off was pure; innocent. The stranger...she was absolutely stunning
When the human began his jibing again, the vampire's scarlet gaze reverted back to it, realizing he'd been staring. It could knock Cehhan around as much as it wished, but it would do nothing to his near-impenetrable skin. It would only tire itself out with useless violence. At this point, there was almost nothing it could threaten him with. Not death, not harm, nothing. This human was completely aware of that as well, he knew. His scarlet eyes merely watched the azure vial wiggle back and forth between his fingers as though it was something insignificant to be dropped. There were still a few hours left, however. Because a vampire did not contain a beating heart, the poison would not spread as quickly. This either meant more time of torture to endure, or more time to think of an escape plan or to get the antidote within his own hands. The possibility of help from other covens or loners was ruled out. This meant Cehhan, as difficult as it may become, would have to keep his guard up and try to find weaknesses or vulnerable spots in his captor. Pride was a factor, he was sure of it. What if his authority was stripped away...?
The creature's thoughts were diminished almost instantly at the gentle sound only Cehhan could hear of the human's finger scraping against the weathered stone. Almost instantly he realized what the sack of meat was trying to do. His burgundy eyes widening in horror, the vampire turned away before he could watch the warm liquid run down the human's arm. Immediately, for the sake of all, Cehhan held his breath as to not inhale the enticing aroma. Although he was undead and need not inhale or exhale oxygen, it kept the scent from intruding his nostrils. His muscles involuntarily flexed beneath the chains, his mind struggling to stay collected. Besides not wanting to give the human the entertainment of watching the creature battle to stay afloat atop the blood, there was something else inside of him not to desire to frighten the human's witness. A ripple shot through Cehhan's body as it convulsed, his throat burning with an intensity to ingest the blood...He swallowed it down, but it only grew worse. This was becoming ridiculous. This vampire was no longer a newborn, and so his desire shouldn't be this strong. But this particular human...His warm blood was becoming undeniable.
Before the creature could do anymore, the light had diminished as the torch clattered upon the stone flooring. Instantly Cehhan reopened his eyes and looked to the familiar woman who looked scared as hell. His scarlet gaze became soft as he watched her. She'd come to see him...? Any other human (besides the psychopath here) would have ran in fear or cowered or executed him within seconds. This species did have a thing for curiosity, however. But this still intrigued him. Cehhan strained against the steel chains with his weak body, trying to pull himself closer to the metal bars containing him. Another intense shudder ran through his limbs, the burning still licking at his marble-smooth skin. His teeth were gritted to refrain from crying out or yelling from the terrible pain overtaking him. However, Cehhan appeared less hostile this time. He wanted to know, he needed to know why this aura had drawn him here. Did one human honestly have the power to draw the unknown to her?
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Post by Kei Koruno on Nov 12, 2008 4:05:04 GMT -5
Blood was a complicated thing to Kei. He often had no desire to see it. Blood meant violence, violence meant a struggle, and struggles were a mess. He preferred the quiet and subtle deaths such as poison or drowning, since they met his ends better. But deep down, he knew that sometimes, there was nothing better than just creating a scene of total carnage. Fire, knives, arrows, the insides of the human condition splattered all over the walls and making the most fascinating patterns that indicated a job well done. His life was sustained by blood, but it did not revolve around it; oh no, his very existence revolved around power, and how to get it. His entire goal in life was to eventually become the Master of All. Once he literally ruled the world and anything else beyond it, then he would be satisfied. But he had to start out small. In one castle, in one land, with one job and one girl. Baby steps. He had plenty of time to rise to his goal; it would just take a while.
Shameful, though, that this thing was likely in terrible pain and yet it didn’t make a sound. He knew that vampires were capable of speech. This one would be, too, as soon as it just threw in the towel to Kei. Really, did this thing think it would win? Or did it—no, that was just too funny. Did it think that Kei would keep it around because he wanted answers? Ha! The only reason he would keep a vampire around is for entertainment or as an attack dog under his control, not as an informant. He had heard somewhere that all vampires were pathological liars. It was a false rumor, of course, but Kei chose to believe it. Any answers he would get did not matter, because no other suspicious activity had occurred. It was highly likely that this vampire was working on its own. All alone, the sad little vampire had walked straight into the gaping jaws of Kei’s supreme power. Yes, one could say that the blonde lad was going on a bit of a power trip.
Oh, but what was this? Something clattered to the ground and the light changed. Someone was there. Kei spun around to face it, then immediately made himself grow full of good cheer as he saw none other than the Princess, of all goddamn people, standing there and likely bearing witness to all that he had just said and done. He put the antidote away, flicked his blood off to the side, and wiped it on his trousers. Thank the Lord for the color red. “Princess Good!” he said with a flourish, and nearly pranced over to her with all the characteristic happiness of Kei he could muster. “Princess, Princess, I found a vampire! Look! It was just wandering around the castle grounds and it caught my apple and now it’s here!” The man was obviously very excited as he pointed to the vampire, beaming with an amount of joy that no man should be able to withstand. He looked like a child who had just seen a dead turtle for the first time ever, and caught it all by himself.
This was a problem, though. Who knows how long Good had been standing there? She might need to hear something that would contradict what he said earlier, but that should be alright. Vampires weren’t human. He could pass it off as lying, as if he had told a dog that the sky was actually green. A bit pointless, but sometimes fun to see the confusion on its face. That was what she might have to believe. But how to explain it if the vampire died? Oh, drat. Well, he could no longer kill the vampire, or else it would make her wary of him. He would have to try and pass the antidote off as something it wasn’t and get it to the vampire. But what? Maybe a protein drink? No, no, that didn’t make any sense. A knockout liquid? Close, but not quite what he wanted. A sedative? Yes. Oh, yes, that would work. The undead monsters needed to be kept under lock and key, then in the additional cell of sleep. Maybe this thing was smart enough to take a hint in his words and fake sleep when it needed to, for its own good. If it had any value for its lack of life, or rather simple existence, then it would have to play along. Still. He was going to act like a sugar high five year old now.
“Oooh, isn’t it fun, Princess? Isn’t it good?” He pointed straight at the vampire, somewhat rudely. “You can see it if you like, it’s terriffically ugly, come on, come on!” He walked back over to the cage in long strides and stayed at his safe distance again, motioning with one hand for Good to come next to him and see. Now he looked, and to some degree, felt like that same wide-eyed and excited child who was going to the zoo. He looked over at Good happily. “Ooohhh, can we keep it? It can be our little toy and bring us our tea, I’ve given it a little sedative that should make it docile but don’t get too close just in case. Can we keep it, Princess? Can we?” Now he was just babbling, but the point was the same. He was claiming that the vampire was sedated instead of poisoned, and he wanted to know if they could keep it here. Wouldn’t that be fun? Kei’s very first pet. Problem was, he’d never been too good with animals. But whoever had said that he was trying to be?[/size]
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