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| Adrian | Mar 19 2009, 03:10 PM |
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A soft whimper floated through the room, just barley audible over the sounds of the piano. Adrian simply glanced over one shoulder, long fingers never pausing as they moved across the ivory keys. The entry chamber to the Bollwerk had been stripped bare, leaving it nothing more than a colorless expanse of gray. It only served to make the red spread across the floor even more pronounced, especially given the pallor of the skin next to it. The young vampire had been passingly attractive to look at, one of those tall statuesque sorts that people seemed to find so desirable these days, filled with her own self importance and a ‘devil may care’ attitude. At least, she had been. Before she decided to let ‘accidentally’ slip a comment or two about Adrian within his hearing. He hadn’t been angry, not really. But one had to make examples from time to time, especially when new to a position. It was something he was used to; simply part of the world he had grown up in. Besides, the girl needed to be taught a few lessons. Vampire or not, she seemed to think herself above real reproach for any insubordination. As if she would simply get a pat on the wrist and a disapproving look. Such was the problem with children in modern times. “This all could have been avoided, you know. But now, libeling, you can at least learn something. It’s not terribly wise to make disparaging comments about your betters when you have little real rights.” Finally finishing the piece he had been working on, he gave the keys one last feather light caress before rising from the bench. He crossed to the form that lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, careful to not step in any of the blood that was pooling around the once proud little vampire. Crouching, knuckles trailed gently along the slick surface that had been the girl's cheek in a parody of tenderness. "They called me Fiend once, did you know that? A little heavy handed to be sure. Graceless. But, I admit, not entirely undeserved. Of course, the chit that gave it to me ended up being part of one of my pianos. I'm not about to be branded by some little tart that only just managed to dig herself out of the earth with her maker's saliva still crusted on her neck. Especially not when she was nothing more than a little Venician whore." A smile curved his lips, serene as an angel's, as the girl struggled to pull herself away, fingers scraping fruitlessly against the concrete flooring. Hands curled around her shoulders, pulling her back against him, one arm snaking around her chest to hold her there. The fear that had only been a dull throb ripped wide open, spilling into the older vampire in a welcome wave. "Aah, you're learning already." His chin settled against the scarlet and white ruin that was her shoulder, uncaring of the stain it left against his unblemished skin. Rolling his head against her neck, he placed a chase kiss against the slick surface while his other hand procured a strait razor, wrist snapping in a familiar gesture to bring the blade out. "What you need to understand, sweetling, is that we all make sacrifices. It just happens that in this case, I'm sacrificing you. But don't worry," he smiled, tapping the flat of the blade against her lips, "you won't be dying anytime soon. I intend to keep you around for some time yet." Hours later he was washing his hands in a basin of water, a clean shirt draped over the piano bench. The pool of red on the floor had become larger, spreading where he had dragged the girl to the doors to the Bollwerk and chained her to them. The doors wouldn't close that way, but he was wasn't exactly worried about that. Not with that welcome sign hanging there. Doubtless, it would take some inspection for anyone to realize exactly what it was tacked to the heavy wooden structure. But that was half the point and the fun, now wasn't it? Between her current state and the fact that she was still alive, it should serve as a decent warning. The Heretic wasn't, as they said, fucking around. |
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