Post by Toothless on Dec 16, 2013 23:22:58 GMT
The night seemed calm, still, and yet a sense of foreboding hung within the air like the web of a spider, waiting for the proper moment to seize its prey. A gentle breeze caressed the grass, allowing the blades to dance and sway in the wind, careless to the troubles of the mortal race. Everything seemed too quiet when you walked past, eyes cast to the earth in a desperate attempt to ignore the sense of evil in the air, the sense of eyes watching your every subtle movement as you quickly walked towards your home where you were sure you'd be safe. The air seemed to drop in temperature, so much so that you could see your breath wafting in the air, before melding into the atmosphere. A shiver of raw fear ran down your spine, causing the hairs along your neck and arms to rise in alert. You muttered something about "not letting the night get to you" and walked faster, keeping your gaze on your feet. The rough croaking of a raven stopped you in your tracks and you swung around, meeting the harsh, beady black eyes of the ebon bird. It croaked again, and began to speak to you in a clear voice - a human voice.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly, there came a tapping
As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wish the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
You could clearly hear the voice, but the raven's beak did not move. Fear crept up your throat, seizing your breath in your chest as the raven stepped off the branch, and free-fell to the earth. Before it struck the hard winter ground, however, it seemed to... melt and reform into a human-shaped being, its cruel, black eyes staring at you. You swallowed as the creature began to speak, a slight hiss accenting his words.
"A wonderful poem, wouldn't you sssay?" it murmured, striding forward. Its voice was decidedly masculine [or feminine], as was its form. "Your Edgar Allen Poe sssure knew the way of thisss world." You shiver, too afraid and stunned to respond.
"Come now, lass/lad," the creature purred, drawing a long finger nail down your cheek, "you must have a voice within that deliciously terrified mind of yours."
"Who - what - are you?"
It smiled, revealing the tell-tale sign: where its canines should be there were two long fangs, glistening in the moonlight, slick with saliva and malice. "I think you know."
You shook your head, your mind refusing to accept what is clearly in front of you. The creature purred once more, preparing to strike, drawing your scent through its nostrils. It froze, hissing.
"What are you?" it snarled, its pale hand closing around your airway, crushing it. "How are you cloaking from me? What ssort of being are you?"
You gurgled out an answer, your fading vision catching sight of others racing towards you. The vampire inclined his head and released an angry hiss, slamming you into the earth. You felt the fragile bones in your back and shoulders shatter and your crushed esophagus continued to slowly suffocate you. "The mortal body is sso fragile," the vampire hissed, backhanding your cheek hard. The bones in your face broke even as the creature shattered your kneecap. You could not cry out, even though the agony was wracking your body. You saw the vampire spin around as the other being tackled him. The sound of the world around you faded, save for the low croaking of a raven, and your world went black.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly, there came a tapping
As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wish the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore."
You could clearly hear the voice, but the raven's beak did not move. Fear crept up your throat, seizing your breath in your chest as the raven stepped off the branch, and free-fell to the earth. Before it struck the hard winter ground, however, it seemed to... melt and reform into a human-shaped being, its cruel, black eyes staring at you. You swallowed as the creature began to speak, a slight hiss accenting his words.
"A wonderful poem, wouldn't you sssay?" it murmured, striding forward. Its voice was decidedly masculine [or feminine], as was its form. "Your Edgar Allen Poe sssure knew the way of thisss world." You shiver, too afraid and stunned to respond.
"Come now, lass/lad," the creature purred, drawing a long finger nail down your cheek, "you must have a voice within that deliciously terrified mind of yours."
"Who - what - are you?"
It smiled, revealing the tell-tale sign: where its canines should be there were two long fangs, glistening in the moonlight, slick with saliva and malice. "I think you know."
You shook your head, your mind refusing to accept what is clearly in front of you. The creature purred once more, preparing to strike, drawing your scent through its nostrils. It froze, hissing.
"What are you?" it snarled, its pale hand closing around your airway, crushing it. "How are you cloaking from me? What ssort of being are you?"
You gurgled out an answer, your fading vision catching sight of others racing towards you. The vampire inclined his head and released an angry hiss, slamming you into the earth. You felt the fragile bones in your back and shoulders shatter and your crushed esophagus continued to slowly suffocate you. "The mortal body is sso fragile," the vampire hissed, backhanding your cheek hard. The bones in your face broke even as the creature shattered your kneecap. You could not cry out, even though the agony was wracking your body. You saw the vampire spin around as the other being tackled him. The sound of the world around you faded, save for the low croaking of a raven, and your world went black.
