Something old, something new, something stolen and something RED
A WOD VTM fanfiction: Is an actual thread created on Danse Macabre Vampires the Masquerade that a RP friend and I created.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable is NOT I repeat NOT mine. Only Andreea is mine, I mean literally she's my character, I role play her on a VTM website. I kept re reading this thread and just couldn't resist making it my own. In a way at least… So if I get hell for it… ok I really won't care. Seeing as that I made no money off of it and this is just for fun….
By the way, for any of you looking for a new VTM WOD site to join, Danse Macabre is looking for new players… mainly Sabbat please, there are only like four of us compared to like 12 Cammies… we could really use some Sabbat. Anyway, this story is not entirely mine, at least in the beginning it's not… but once it starts to seem a little more romance than anything then it will be entirely mine. The main part of it is really just a thread that I role-played on, and it will be kind of set up like one too. So yeah…. On with the story!
The rain poured down on the streets of London, lighting flashes in the sky and thunder crashes and roars at the sleeping city. An asylum for the mentally insane, long since boarded up, abandoned and forgotten sits menacingly by itself, only hinting of the true horror that lies within. A black alley cat yowls and hisses at the rain. Its ears drawn back and back arched, it darts in to the building through a large gap in the boards and disappears inside.
*inside*
Through a doorway, several large tables with scientific equipment are in a semi-circle around a large operating table with shackles at each corner and a white sheet over it. A mortal man is being held by said shackles, the soft sound of Elvis' voice, "Love me Tender" echoes throughout the halls. A white sheet covers the lower half of the man's nude body. His eyes are glazed and roll around the room blindly. There are stitches on his throat, clearly surgical. It seems as though the man's vocal cords have been removed. A woman with fiery red hair, a monster's green eyes and blood red lips and deathly pail skin stands nearby.
She stands with her back to the man, in a white lab coat, bent over a table scribbling notes, then reading another old note book made out of human skin and written in blood, before she picks up a sterile needle and syringe. She inserts the needle and fills the syringe with a clear liquid, careful not to add any air to the mixture, lest she ruin it or cause an unwanted reaction with the chemicals. She gently flicks the needle to remove the air and gently presses on the plunger. A small bit of the liquid shots up and she stops pressing. She smiles hideously. She walks over to the captive man, as her black heels click ominously on the solid concrete floor. She rubs alcohol on the man's arm over a vein.
"Now, this will probably be most painful... "The woman giggles, "Well, not that you would be able to confirm it, little rat... You do not say much of anything anymore, do you now?" She croons sweetly as she presses the needle in and pushes the plunger down.
The man goes still for a moment before he begins to tremble violently. A silent scream shoots from his lips. He spasms and veins bulge. The woman watches scribbling notes in her boot as fast as she can while watching the man dispassionately. Then the man goes still again and then goes limp and moves no more.
The woman frowns and moves closer to check the man's pulse... there isn't one. A look of pure fury and frustration flashes across the woman's face.
She curses in several languages, slamming the syringe down on table. A creature in a dark corner hisses and yowls angrily, for being disturbed from its slumber. Before it darts over to his mistress. It is the short hair black alley cat, much larger than normal; perhaps it too has been surgically altered by this mad doctor.
It's yellow eyes flash as it meows, purrs and twists around his mistresses legs, wanting attention. The woman covers the man's corps with a sheet to be used later, and sets her note book down back on the table with the others. She sighs bracing herself against the table, looking at the older looking notebook.
"What were you searching for Sire? What is this experiment about? Your notes are vague and strange... that is not like you. What were you trying to prove? What did you not complete? My beloved sire, Tata... I need your help..."
The woman whispered lovingly and almost tenderly stroking the book. A flicker of something almost human lights up in her eyes, but it quickly fades. The cat looks up at his mistress and yowls loudly, demanding her attention. The woman looks down at her cat and smiles. Taking off her rubber gloves and throwing them and her used syringe and needles in to a hazard box that hangs on the table.
She murmurs to the cat in another language, which merely meows back at her. She picks up the cat idly stroking his fur. The cat purrs and nuzzles the woman's hand. The woman smiles at her cat muttering, "Such a good girl…" and walks out of the room and in to the shadows, leaving the forgotten corps to rot, uncaring and unfeeling.
"I hope you have hunted tonight Dr. Jekyll... Your mistress has a very important job tonight, She must find where the Archbishop's haven tonight, so that I may let them know that I am here. It would be most rude of me if I were to leave them ignorant." The cat meowed loudly. Idly she wondered what said Archbishop would be like... but she waved it off, he was still a Sabbat and regardless of clan she would respect them, she had to on her pride alone.
The red headed woman set down the cat and walks behind a privacy screen to change. A second cat meows at her from atop of a shelf. This cat has clearly been altered given its monstrous state. One of its eyes is green the other black, its paws are a chestnut red while its body is mainly black and brown and covered it stitches. It has additions upon it that no cat should have, such as what appears to be an addition under the skin along both sides of the spine, giving it bumps on both sides of each vertebra; there is a twitch to it that shows its ultimately feral nature. It is a hideous creature unlike its counterpart who is very beautiful.
"Greetings to you as well Mr. Hyde." The woman coos at her pet as she reaches up to scratch the cat almost lovingly behind one of its clearly stitched on ears. The second cat follows her behind the privacy screen and jumps on top of the shelf, curling up next to its companion.
The woman opens a nearly empty closet and searches for something to wear. When she finally emerges, she is wearing a gown black as pitch, with a basic tule with renaissance sleeves, a clinched waist and a dropped silhouette. It is decorated with a blood red under tuck and sheer V top, and matching red lace over her exposed chest. There is a silver spider broach at her throat, long black gloves on her hands that reach the crook of her elbows, and a snow white lily pinned in her fiery red hair that cascades down her shoulders like a bloody waterfall.
The woman looks in to an old dust covered mirror and nods at her choice of clothing before she moves to what used to be a bathroom. She applies a light coating of make-up, eye liner and lip gloss, and fussed with her hair until she is satisfied with it, at last leaving it down and over her shoulders with the one strand held back by a whit lily pin.
The woman then heads towards the back door putting on a pair of long black gloves and grabbing a black umbrella, she headed out the door, locking it tightly behind her. The rain had finally stopped but the storm still brewed, thunder rumbled but the lighting had stopped, leaving the air cold and damp.
*At the Archbishops Haven*
It didn't take long for her to reach the Archbishops territory or where she had heard it would be. Then again her haven was too far away from The Hackney Empire. The woman now stood by the door of the building…
R&R
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