Post by Dominique Contessa on Aug 6, 2007 18:10:51 GMT -5
The streets of the Triangle Tunnel were distinctly deserted this night. Ever since the ICW had imposed a strict curfew, most men and women dared not step outside of their apartments above the shops they owned, and the taverns that used to entertain drunks and notorious partiers all night were silent and dark. In a way, the center was a wasteland, and through it walked a lone figure: Dominique Contessa.
Of course, she wasn't simply trodding undisguised. She had used a very powerful disillusionment charm to disguise her presense, and she had muffled her feet with a whispered "Muffliato". Although she might set off a sneakoscope or two, anybody who looked out their windows at most would know somebody was breaking curfew, but not who. Unfortunately for them, tonight a dire predator was out on the prowl, and their failure to notice her would have dreadful consequences.
Dominique walked the alleyways between businesses, careful not to tread on the broken butterbeer bottles and refuse from quickly opened merchandise, the sound of which might just be loud enough to betray her presense. Quickly, quietly, catlike, the woman stalked her way to the back doors of these dwellings by night and businesses by day, where she would, silently and with deadly precision, break in and surprise the sleeping families within.
The first apartment she chose, above a flourishing tavern, turned out to be a distinct bore. She had found within an elderly couple who slept, loudly snoring, next to each other in a king sized bed. If she had not intervened either of them might have croaked soon anyway, so she did not take much pleasure in their murders. She silenced the husband and wife, woke the man, slit the woman's throat, and grinned menacingly as she watched her struggle to the death. Then, bored with the two, she killed the man with a green flash and exited the way she came.
The second house was much more fun, however. The woman was a plump, jolly sort, who was the curator of a successful eatery. She and her husband had a half dozen of fat, drooling children, the very sort which Dominique delighted the most in killing. For this, she would remove the disillusionment charm. Her face was plastered on posters all over Drakborough and the Triangle Tunnel, and she wanted to make sure that these people felt every bit as terrified as possible when they saw who had intruded so rudely upon their humble abode.
Dominique brushed herself off as she walked into the living room of the rather large dwelling. The building was three stories high, and the upper two were combined to form one considerably sized apartment where the large family dwelled together. The first floor proved to be of little interest, but when the woman wandered upstairs, she discovered that she had hit the jackpot: there were six bedrooms: a nursery for the infant, a room for a set of twins, a room each for the other three children, and finally a master bedroom for the loving mother and father. Dominique began in the nursery, practically snarling at the pastel decor. She made her way to the crib, silencing the infant, and then gently lifting him out of his bed. He would have been screaming had he not been silenced, but as it was he could not cry, and Dominique hushed him back to calm. However, that peace would be short lived.
The woman made her way to the master bedroom, holding the silent infant balanced in the crook of her arm. She silenced the two parents just as she had silenced the child, and then used a simple spell to bind them to the bed with ropes produced by her wand. The stirring woke them, but as they tried to struggle and cry out, the only sound was the creaking of the bed as their weight shifted. The room was quite dark, but light was flooding in from a lamp post, and it was enough to illuminate the mad woman's face and the gurgling infant, dressed in blue, that she cradled in her arms.
Any semblance of grogginess immediately drained from the man and woman's visages, and their eyes widened like saucers. Dominique cackled devilishly, holding the infant out before her, pulling the cloth of the boy's nightclothes away from his neck. The father struggled so violently beneath the ropes that the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall. The crazed woman pretended to be startled, and she dropped the infant with a quiet, "Oops," and a maniacal giggle.
The mother began to sob silently, and Dominique bent to pick up the infant, who was silently wailing. She could smell, to her distinct disgust, a soiled diaper, and she grew bored of the infant. Again, she exposed his neck, which was composed of rolls of baby fat. This time, however, instead of hesitating, she immediately leapt into her original plan. With a snarl, her head darted to his neck and she tore into his flesh with her bare teeth. She tore a chunk away, his neck gushing his blood with such force that his parents must have known instantly that he was beyond saving. The woman, now coated in blood, spat the chunk of the infant's flesh she held in her teeth onto the bed coverings, landing it precisely between the mother and father. The baby grew limp in her reddened arms, and she dropped him uncermoniously onto the carpet, where he died in a pool of his own blood.
A pile quickly grew at the base of the bed. First, she had gone for the oldest child, a daughter. She had bound her to the bed, destroyed every last toy she owned before her eyes, and then viciously stabbed her to death. Dominique quickly pulled her body from the bed and dragged it to the master bedroom, where she draped her across the floor next to her younger brother.
The next oldest, a son, came next. He she woke with kisses and loving caresses, and he roused, wholly confused. She nibbled tenderly on his earlobe, her sweet perfume making its way up his nostrils, and he relaxed, though he looked quite disoriented and very nervous. She stroked his hair tenderly and kissed him full on the lips, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Then, viciously, she snapped, and tore the pink mass of muscle from his mouth with her teeth. As he began to scream she silenced him quickly, and then took the same knife she had used against his sister to slice his abdomen open. However, before she could have much fun, he passed out from the pain, and she finished him with a slit to the throat before carrying him to the pile in the bedroom.
The twins were distinctly amusing to Dominique. They were identical, and she'd always wanted to test personally the bond between two people who had shared a womb. She made each watch while she tortured the other, and when she grew bored, she killed them both with a heartless shrug and added them as well to the pile. By now, the parents were beside themselves with grief, and it was apparent by their panting that they had been struggling nonstop with the ropes, which Dominique stopped a moment to tighten.
She had left the last child, a little girl around the age of four, sleeping in her bed. Dominique held the belief that for some people, living was a worse punishment than dying. After she finished with the parents, she would leave this girl to find her entire home covered in blood, and her entire family slaughtered.
Now that she was done with the children, she thought carefully about the parents for a few moments. She wasn't in any big hurry, and if any noises had alerted the authorities they would have been here long before now. Finally, she decided, and grinning, she Imperiused the husband, released the ropes, and then bound the wife once again. Dominique smiled seductively, sidling up to the man, perching on the edge of the bed. She could see the horror behind his eyes that he could not show in his expression, and she reveled in it. This man had been a faithful, loving father, and here, in front of his wife, she took him into her arms and kissed him sensually.
After a few long moments the witch broke away, kissing him on the cheek and handing the bloody knife to him. He seemed to struggle, standing up against his will, each step labored as he fought not to make it. He even managed to make a half-hearted swipe at Dominique with the knife, but she was out of range and her control on him was far too strong. His wife screamed in silent horror as he held the knife aloft above her, and, grinning Dominique's menacing grin, plunged the blade deep into her left breast, and then again and again haphazardly stabbing her all over her torso until she breathed her last, gurgling breath.
At that moment, Dominique laxed her control for a moment, waiting to see him express his pain. His face lit up with hurt and rage, and he sobbed and screamed silently for a few long moments. The witch's maniacal laugh pierced the silence, and seemingly without warning, he wheeled about in place, lunging at her desperately. Backing up a couple steps, she Imperiused him again. Her arm had grown weary and she didn't care to wield the knife again, so she left the honors to the man himself, and after a few moments' struggle, he slit his own throat and collapsed onto the ground.
With a self-satisfied grin, the former Shadow as about to make her way to leave when the air was pierced by an impossibly loud shriek. The last little girl had been stirred by the struggle in the master bedroom, and she had come upon the scene a few hours earlier than Dominique had anticipated. She silenced the child, but the damage was done. Within moments the authorities would be arriving to investigate, and they would not take kindly to what they would find here.
Of course, she wasn't simply trodding undisguised. She had used a very powerful disillusionment charm to disguise her presense, and she had muffled her feet with a whispered "Muffliato". Although she might set off a sneakoscope or two, anybody who looked out their windows at most would know somebody was breaking curfew, but not who. Unfortunately for them, tonight a dire predator was out on the prowl, and their failure to notice her would have dreadful consequences.
Dominique walked the alleyways between businesses, careful not to tread on the broken butterbeer bottles and refuse from quickly opened merchandise, the sound of which might just be loud enough to betray her presense. Quickly, quietly, catlike, the woman stalked her way to the back doors of these dwellings by night and businesses by day, where she would, silently and with deadly precision, break in and surprise the sleeping families within.
The first apartment she chose, above a flourishing tavern, turned out to be a distinct bore. She had found within an elderly couple who slept, loudly snoring, next to each other in a king sized bed. If she had not intervened either of them might have croaked soon anyway, so she did not take much pleasure in their murders. She silenced the husband and wife, woke the man, slit the woman's throat, and grinned menacingly as she watched her struggle to the death. Then, bored with the two, she killed the man with a green flash and exited the way she came.
The second house was much more fun, however. The woman was a plump, jolly sort, who was the curator of a successful eatery. She and her husband had a half dozen of fat, drooling children, the very sort which Dominique delighted the most in killing. For this, she would remove the disillusionment charm. Her face was plastered on posters all over Drakborough and the Triangle Tunnel, and she wanted to make sure that these people felt every bit as terrified as possible when they saw who had intruded so rudely upon their humble abode.
Dominique brushed herself off as she walked into the living room of the rather large dwelling. The building was three stories high, and the upper two were combined to form one considerably sized apartment where the large family dwelled together. The first floor proved to be of little interest, but when the woman wandered upstairs, she discovered that she had hit the jackpot: there were six bedrooms: a nursery for the infant, a room for a set of twins, a room each for the other three children, and finally a master bedroom for the loving mother and father. Dominique began in the nursery, practically snarling at the pastel decor. She made her way to the crib, silencing the infant, and then gently lifting him out of his bed. He would have been screaming had he not been silenced, but as it was he could not cry, and Dominique hushed him back to calm. However, that peace would be short lived.
The woman made her way to the master bedroom, holding the silent infant balanced in the crook of her arm. She silenced the two parents just as she had silenced the child, and then used a simple spell to bind them to the bed with ropes produced by her wand. The stirring woke them, but as they tried to struggle and cry out, the only sound was the creaking of the bed as their weight shifted. The room was quite dark, but light was flooding in from a lamp post, and it was enough to illuminate the mad woman's face and the gurgling infant, dressed in blue, that she cradled in her arms.
Any semblance of grogginess immediately drained from the man and woman's visages, and their eyes widened like saucers. Dominique cackled devilishly, holding the infant out before her, pulling the cloth of the boy's nightclothes away from his neck. The father struggled so violently beneath the ropes that the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall. The crazed woman pretended to be startled, and she dropped the infant with a quiet, "Oops," and a maniacal giggle.
The mother began to sob silently, and Dominique bent to pick up the infant, who was silently wailing. She could smell, to her distinct disgust, a soiled diaper, and she grew bored of the infant. Again, she exposed his neck, which was composed of rolls of baby fat. This time, however, instead of hesitating, she immediately leapt into her original plan. With a snarl, her head darted to his neck and she tore into his flesh with her bare teeth. She tore a chunk away, his neck gushing his blood with such force that his parents must have known instantly that he was beyond saving. The woman, now coated in blood, spat the chunk of the infant's flesh she held in her teeth onto the bed coverings, landing it precisely between the mother and father. The baby grew limp in her reddened arms, and she dropped him uncermoniously onto the carpet, where he died in a pool of his own blood.
A pile quickly grew at the base of the bed. First, she had gone for the oldest child, a daughter. She had bound her to the bed, destroyed every last toy she owned before her eyes, and then viciously stabbed her to death. Dominique quickly pulled her body from the bed and dragged it to the master bedroom, where she draped her across the floor next to her younger brother.
The next oldest, a son, came next. He she woke with kisses and loving caresses, and he roused, wholly confused. She nibbled tenderly on his earlobe, her sweet perfume making its way up his nostrils, and he relaxed, though he looked quite disoriented and very nervous. She stroked his hair tenderly and kissed him full on the lips, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Then, viciously, she snapped, and tore the pink mass of muscle from his mouth with her teeth. As he began to scream she silenced him quickly, and then took the same knife she had used against his sister to slice his abdomen open. However, before she could have much fun, he passed out from the pain, and she finished him with a slit to the throat before carrying him to the pile in the bedroom.
The twins were distinctly amusing to Dominique. They were identical, and she'd always wanted to test personally the bond between two people who had shared a womb. She made each watch while she tortured the other, and when she grew bored, she killed them both with a heartless shrug and added them as well to the pile. By now, the parents were beside themselves with grief, and it was apparent by their panting that they had been struggling nonstop with the ropes, which Dominique stopped a moment to tighten.
She had left the last child, a little girl around the age of four, sleeping in her bed. Dominique held the belief that for some people, living was a worse punishment than dying. After she finished with the parents, she would leave this girl to find her entire home covered in blood, and her entire family slaughtered.
Now that she was done with the children, she thought carefully about the parents for a few moments. She wasn't in any big hurry, and if any noises had alerted the authorities they would have been here long before now. Finally, she decided, and grinning, she Imperiused the husband, released the ropes, and then bound the wife once again. Dominique smiled seductively, sidling up to the man, perching on the edge of the bed. She could see the horror behind his eyes that he could not show in his expression, and she reveled in it. This man had been a faithful, loving father, and here, in front of his wife, she took him into her arms and kissed him sensually.
After a few long moments the witch broke away, kissing him on the cheek and handing the bloody knife to him. He seemed to struggle, standing up against his will, each step labored as he fought not to make it. He even managed to make a half-hearted swipe at Dominique with the knife, but she was out of range and her control on him was far too strong. His wife screamed in silent horror as he held the knife aloft above her, and, grinning Dominique's menacing grin, plunged the blade deep into her left breast, and then again and again haphazardly stabbing her all over her torso until she breathed her last, gurgling breath.
At that moment, Dominique laxed her control for a moment, waiting to see him express his pain. His face lit up with hurt and rage, and he sobbed and screamed silently for a few long moments. The witch's maniacal laugh pierced the silence, and seemingly without warning, he wheeled about in place, lunging at her desperately. Backing up a couple steps, she Imperiused him again. Her arm had grown weary and she didn't care to wield the knife again, so she left the honors to the man himself, and after a few moments' struggle, he slit his own throat and collapsed onto the ground.
With a self-satisfied grin, the former Shadow as about to make her way to leave when the air was pierced by an impossibly loud shriek. The last little girl had been stirred by the struggle in the master bedroom, and she had come upon the scene a few hours earlier than Dominique had anticipated. She silenced the child, but the damage was done. Within moments the authorities would be arriving to investigate, and they would not take kindly to what they would find here.