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Morgeruat · 11-27-2003, 08:24 PM

For Mistral

As you lie strapped to your table listening to your heartbeat pounding in your ears, fear overriding overy impulse you hear the creaking of a door, not the one the horribly misshaped man-thing had left from, but from somewhere else in the room, looking around you see a trap door in the floor creak open and a man climb out, his clothes are dusty and are about 100 years out of fashion, but they appear well tailored and well kept, despite the dust. the man himself looks truly beautiful, like a china doll, his features immaculetly carved his ivory skin, flawless. His fingernails are filed down to clawlike points, but his hands, like the rest of him are perfect, he is tall and lean, without being gaunt and his pale blue eyes quickly search out every detail of the room, and then fix, on you, a slight frown appears on his face, and he walks towards you, examining you from about four feet away.

He opens his delicate looking mouth and speaks in a voice that is quite musical, and like the rest of this man, nearly perfect. "You have intruded upon my domain, you, like this poor wretch," he gestures at the unconscious man who saved you the night before, "have shown some sort of gift for seeing that which you should not be aware of. My kind has gone to great lengths to keep away from prying eyes, and people like you two mess everything up, now what should I do with you." You get the distinct impression that he is talking to himself as he paces back and forth in front of you, rubbing his chin, his long pale blonde hair trailing out behind him.

"I cannot let you go, as you know too much. On the other hand Igor has been good for the last ten years, perhaps I can harvest enough of you to reconstruct him into the human he so desires to be. I could always use another retainer, but I do not think you would serve me willingly, and compelling others was never a tactic I favored. Fear will have to do." He turns towards you, and with the faint trace of a frown still remaining he waits a few moments, then he turns to the table with the splayed open man and proceeds to "work" on him. A few minutes later he steps back and you can see the man put back together, his chest is whole, and the flesh is closed, but the man lacks any ribs, it seems a few were reshaped into ankh like shapes and left in to support his chest cavity, and the rest have been converted into spikes on his arms and sticking out of his chest at odd angles, they appear to be honed to a razor sharpness. One of his eyes has been plucked out and is in the "Masters" hand as he surveys the man, he the runs one of the finger-claws across the mans chest, openning a hole in it, and then inserts the eye about three inches below the collarbone.

The deformed man-thing runs in and rasps "Master, I do not wish to intrude, but guests have arrived."

Glaring at the interruption the vampire's look sends the servant to his knees, as he begs for forgiveness, crying for mercy. "I shall deal with you later fool, begone," in a tone that sends shivers down your spine, and the creature runs back out the door the sound of it's shuffling scratching steps retreats quickly.

[ 11-27-2003, 08:27 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

11-27-2003, 08:24 PM	#92
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	For Mistral As you lie strapped to your table listening to your heartbeat pounding in your ears, fear overriding overy impulse you hear the creaking of a door, not the one the horribly misshaped man-thing had left from, but from somewhere else in the room, looking around you see a trap door in the floor creak open and a man climb out, his clothes are dusty and are about 100 years out of fashion, but they appear well tailored and well kept, despite the dust. the man himself looks truly beautiful, like a china doll, his features immaculetly carved his ivory skin, flawless. His fingernails are filed down to clawlike points, but his hands, like the rest of him are perfect, he is tall and lean, without being gaunt and his pale blue eyes quickly search out every detail of the room, and then fix, on you, a slight frown appears on his face, and he walks towards you, examining you from about four feet away. He opens his delicate looking mouth and speaks in a voice that is quite musical, and like the rest of this man, nearly perfect. "You have intruded upon my domain, you, like this poor wretch," he gestures at the unconscious man who saved you the night before, "have shown some sort of gift for seeing that which you should not be aware of. My kind has gone to great lengths to keep away from prying eyes, and people like you two mess everything up, now what should I do with you." You get the distinct impression that he is talking to himself as he paces back and forth in front of you, rubbing his chin, his long pale blonde hair trailing out behind him. "I cannot let you go, as you know too much. On the other hand Igor has been good for the last ten years, perhaps I can harvest enough of you to reconstruct him into the human he so desires to be. I could always use another retainer, but I do not think you would serve me willingly, and compelling others was never a tactic I favored. Fear will have to do." He turns towards you, and with the faint trace of a frown still remaining he waits a few moments, then he turns to the table with the splayed open man and proceeds to "work" on him. A few minutes later he steps back and you can see the man put back together, his chest is whole, and the flesh is closed, but the man lacks any ribs, it seems a few were reshaped into ankh like shapes and left in to support his chest cavity, and the rest have been converted into spikes on his arms and sticking out of his chest at odd angles, they appear to be honed to a razor sharpness. One of his eyes has been plucked out and is in the "Masters" hand as he surveys the man, he the runs one of the finger-claws across the mans chest, openning a hole in it, and then inserts the eye about three inches below the collarbone. The deformed man-thing runs in and rasps "Master, I do not wish to intrude, but guests have arrived." Glaring at the interruption the vampire's look sends the servant to his knees, as he begs for forgiveness, crying for mercy. "I shall deal with you later fool, begone," in a tone that sends shivers down your spine, and the creature runs back out the door the sound of it's shuffling scratching steps retreats quickly. [ 11-27-2003, 08:27 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]