Title: Out for the Count
Status: WIP
Rating: PG13
By: Brit
Summary: A little horror tale, mostly Harper and Tyr but everyone will get
to play.
"Did I say that I have a very bad feeling about this?" Harper looked at the dark, forbidding looking mansion with apprehension.
"Only about a dozen times an hour boy." Tyr was exasperated and it showed in his voice.
"Well I do have a very, very bad feeling about this." Harper was unrepentant. "I am not going to be the first one through that door, it has cobwebs on it."
Tyr growled and pushed past the young engineer.
Harper followed him reluctantly. The door creaked open and the two walked in. The doorway opened on to a large hall. There was a fireplace at one end of it and a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A wide flight of stairs let to an upper storey.
Harpers comm link suddenly activated and Dylan's voice came over it loud and clear, too loud and clear. Harper jumped and nearly dropped the gauss gun he was carrying.
The door creaked shut behind the two Andromeda crewmembers, as it did so the comm link went silent.
"Uh oh," Harper was definitely freaked now. "Did I say...." He stopped abruptly at the sight of a tall cadaverous man standing at the top of the flight of stairs.
"Welcome gentlemen," the man spoke in a deep resounding voice. "The master is waiting for you."
Harper nudged Tyr; the big Nietzschean's face was as impassive as ever. "Do not do that again boy or I will." What Tyr would have done will never be disclosed as the servant coughed hollowly to gain their attention.
"Gentlemen," the man walked down the stairs and over to the pair. "Follow me please, it would not be wise to keep the master waiting."
He led the way to a door on the left hand side of the hallway. Tyr and Harper followed behind him.
"Tyr how did they know we were about to arrive, we didn't know it ourselves?"
"Hush boy and enjoy their hospitality."
"But Tyr."
"Harper."
They walked into a large dining room. A table stood in the centre of the room. Cut glass and fine crockery gleamed in the light of thirteen black candles.
A tall man with jet-black hair stood by a sideboard a glass of blood red liquid in his hand.
"Gentlemen," the servant said. "Allow me to introduce the Count."
"Did I say that I have a very bad feeling about this?" Harper looked at the dark, forbidding looking mansion with apprehension.
"Only about a dozen times an hour boy." Tyr was exasperated and it showed in his voice.
"Well I do have a very, very bad feeling about this." Harper was unrepentant. "I am not going to be the first one through that door, it has cobwebs on it."
Tyr growled and pushed past the young engineer.
Harper followed him reluctantly. The door creaked open and the two walked in. The doorway opened on to a large hall. There was a fireplace at one end of it and a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A wide flight of stairs let to an upper storey.
Harpers comm link suddenly activated and Dylan's voice came over it loud and clear, too loud and clear. Harper jumped and nearly dropped the gauss gun he was carrying.
The door creaked shut behind the two Andromeda crewmembers, as it did so the comm link went silent.
"Uh oh," Harper was definitely freaked now. "Did I say...." He stopped abruptly at the sight of a tall cadaverous man standing at the top of the flight of stairs.
"Welcome gentlemen," the man spoke in a deep resounding voice. "The master is waiting for you."
Harper nudged Tyr; the big Nietzschean's face was as impassive as ever. "Do not do that again boy or I will." What Tyr would have done will never be disclosed as the servant coughed hollowly to gain their attention.
"Gentlemen," the man walked down the stairs and over to the pair. "Follow me please, it would not be wise to keep the master waiting."
He led the way to a door on the left hand side of the hallway. Tyr and Harper followed behind him.
"Tyr how did they know we were about to arrive, we didn't know it ourselves?"
"Hush boy and enjoy their hospitality."
"But Tyr."
"Harper."
They walked into a large dining room. A table stood in the centre of the room. Cut glass and fine crockery gleamed in the light of thirteen black candles.
A tall man with jet-black hair stood by a sideboard a glass of blood red liquid in his hand.
"Gentlemen," the servant said. "Allow me to introduce the Count."