Post by Viella on Sept 7, 2009 20:18:45 GMT -5
A full moon rose over the Castille del Nosferatu. The skies were clear, allowing the light to illuminate a crumpling ruin of Spanish medieval architecture. For decades, fear and mystery shrouded the place like a veil. No living soul dared to venture within miles of the place where devils were rumored to dwell. And devils they were. At the height of their power, the Nosferatu Clan bred to number nearly a hundred strong. United by their cursed form, the creatures fashioned for themselves a world apart, filling it with their own kind of macabre art and beauty. After hundreds of years, the statues and monuments they erected had all but drowned under a sea of ivy and earth.
Still, it was home.
Perhaps the only remaining member of the Nosferatu Clan emerged out of the shadows of the trees to gaze up at the dark mass of stone and mortar. A rare smile lit up the decrepit features of a once beautiful feminine face. Viella's maroon eyes sparkled in the darkness as she sank to the ground, her long nails digging into the earth. Many footprints lead to the main gate of the Castille, many more than there had been in two hundred years.
A fierce growl escaped through the Nosferatu's lips, her fangs glinting malevolently in the darkness. The breeze had picked up, carrying with it a number of strange and foreign scents. In two powerful leaps, the female had cleared the gate and crossed the courtyard. With a feral snarl she threw open the mahogany double doors, boldly entering the premises.
The stench of vampires inside was intolerable. Tiberius was going to pay a mighty price for his experiments. Had she known this was what he meant when he asked to use her rooms as a laboratory, Viella would have ripped him apart at the front door.
Perhaps she still could.DERP!
Still, it was home.
Perhaps the only remaining member of the Nosferatu Clan emerged out of the shadows of the trees to gaze up at the dark mass of stone and mortar. A rare smile lit up the decrepit features of a once beautiful feminine face. Viella's maroon eyes sparkled in the darkness as she sank to the ground, her long nails digging into the earth. Many footprints lead to the main gate of the Castille, many more than there had been in two hundred years.
A fierce growl escaped through the Nosferatu's lips, her fangs glinting malevolently in the darkness. The breeze had picked up, carrying with it a number of strange and foreign scents. In two powerful leaps, the female had cleared the gate and crossed the courtyard. With a feral snarl she threw open the mahogany double doors, boldly entering the premises.
The stench of vampires inside was intolerable. Tiberius was going to pay a mighty price for his experiments. Had she known this was what he meant when he asked to use her rooms as a laboratory, Viella would have ripped him apart at the front door.
Perhaps she still could.DERP!