It was a, for lack of a better term, beautiful day in the neighborhood. Followed by quite a beautiful evening. Followed by a beautiful grisly murder.
The home belonged to a Mr. and Mrs. Suarez, muggles living as close to Drakborough as you can get without actually being within the boundaries of the repelling charms. They were a happy, older couple with three children between the ages of 11 and 17. This evening, they were all sitting at the TV watching some horrible singing show when there was a pop heard outside the door. After the pop came a knock.
Mr. Suarez opened the door to the sight of a man in a long black great coat and a black top hat. The last words any of the family would hear outside of their own screams were these:
"Can I interest you in changing your long distance provider?"
After a few minutes of brutal spellwork, the five bodies were laid out in the kitchen with deep cuts all over. The man responsible, who didn't even have the decency of introducing himself, sat at the couch with his long, ashen wand in hand and a smirk on his blood speckled face.
With a flick of his wand, the door to the house opened, as well as all of the windows, and the smell of blood drifted out into the air. He would only have to wait, now, for someone of the undead persuasion to arrive.
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Post by Thomas Lucre on Aug 28, 2009 0:05:02 GMT -5
Ah, another night in Drakborough.
A pair of blondes were seen walking together in the streets, male and female. The boy was tall with a clean yet rugged look, his fair golden mane tousselled about like he had just gotten out of bed. He wore a crimson gem around his neck, with a white dress shirt and black dress pants. His arm was around the comely female, about 5'6 and dressed for a night on the town in a form-fitting indigo dress, cut high at the waist. The two laughed and tittered all the way into the back alleys. By the time the girl became aware of her surroundings though, it was too late. The boy brusquely pinned her back to the wall, his one left hand holding both her wrists high above her head and even lifting her a few inches from the ground with a seamless ease. The other hand clasped itself upon the girl's plump, kissable lips, muffling her terrified cries. And his head lunged in, a painful chomp resounding as his inscissors sank into the warm, moist flesh of her throat.
The girl stayed above the ground until she stopped struggling.
The male finally allowed her limp form to slide to the ground, and he unceremoniously wiped a trail of blood from his chin, sending a couple of crimson particles to splash high on her cheek. He managed to pull away, before taking too much. She might live, if someone found her soon enough.
He turned his onyx gaze to one of the houses down the street. What had torn his attention from his meal was infact the scent of slaughter. The smell was faint at first, but before long the smell mixed with that of his victim, and he could barely see straight. The young vampire was not a fan of needless violence, and he hated that the creature in him was more curious than vexed by this smell. Keeping stealthily to the shadows, he slinked about like a cat behind a lamp post. He came to a house, with windows and even the front door left agape. This was where the stink of death was, alright.
Cautiously he entered the door, making sure there was no one else around. His night vision then trailed across the kitchen entrance, with corpses strewn about, violently sundered. His expression grew with a cold rage, and he turned to face a man sitting almost too casually on the couch, as if he were expecting guests. The flecks of blood on his smirking face were as clear as a nightlight for the blonde, and he felt himself tense. He almost had a feeling he had met this man before.
"Why?" was all he asked, seeing as it was obvious the man here was culpable for this foul deed.
The nameless wizard never looked directly on the vampire, but his attention was certainly on the undead creature. His plan had succeeded.
"Hello, Mr. Lucre," the man spoke, "I was expecting you. Say hello to our guest, Suarez family."
The nameless wizard aimed his wand towards the bodies. Their heads shot up and, with their jaws dangling lifelessly, they all chimed in with the same voice.
"Hello Mr. Lucre!"
"Excellent," the man spoke again, "Now, if you would like, Lucre, I have a chair for you. Up up, Suarez clan!"
The bodies, in one grisly motion, flew from the kitchen to the living room. Across from the nameless wizard they twisted and snapped and made all sorts of disgusting noises until they had formed into one, continuous couch-like structure.
"Please, take a seat Lucre. We have a lot to discuss about our mutual friend, a one Mr. Romulus."
Post by Thomas Lucre on Aug 31, 2009 17:20:36 GMT -5
Met with a jovial greeting, Lucre's head glanced over his shoulder as a series of rather nausiating noises resounded from there in. His eyes widened with disgust and horror, and the corpses coiled and crunched themselves together against the wall, to form a 'family sofa'. Their appendiges were leaking with rotting fluids and their faces wore a set of overexaggerated welcoming expressions, as if to say 'By all means, sit with us. Nay, sit -on- us!' Lucre knew this sort of thing wasn't supposed to bother him, but really. Ew.
There were a variety of emotions swirling in the attractive male's chest. The most natural thing to do at the moment was dart across the room and turn the man into a wall ostrich. Lucre wasn't a violent man by nature, he thought that guys that typically responded with violence were compensating for something they just didn't have when faced with him. It wasn't that Lucre was too feeble to handle himself in a fight, he'd seen more than his share of jealous losers whom lashed out at him physically for any or no reason. After seeing something like this, however, he wasn't sure if anyone could walk away unaffected.
Despite the rage that burned in his eyes, seering like charcoals, something stilled his hand. Even if he forced this weirdo to bite his own tongue off with the tip of his foot, the wizard had already made two things clear: Lucre had no need to introduce himself to the man, he already knew Thomas by name and appearance. Two, the man conducted his freakish little puppet show without so much as a peep of Latin. He was a master of the dark arts, able to conduct his trickery with but a thought. Lucre knew that any level of violence would not be enough to murder this villain, and lashing out now would probably lump Thomas into sharing this poor family's fate.
This was why instead of punishing this creep for his deeds, Lucre had darted to the cieling, backing himself into the corner of the wall and hissing like a bat. It was everything he could do to keep from throwing up the still warm blood he had sucked down earlier. He hated how powerless he was, no longer able to wield his wand for a real fight among wizards.
Sidling himself down when the wizard spoke of Romulus, he wearily brought himself to a lonesome wooden chair on the side of the room opposite the corpse couch. He brought himself to a crouch, balancing himself perfectly upon the back of the chair. He watched the wizard carefully, ready to put his (hopefully) more advanced reflexes to work for a quick strike and escape.
"What of Romulus?" he breathed, trying very hard to fight the nausea and also hold on to his reason.
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