Thickening Blood
A/N:You might start to piece together part of my plot. Which I am seriously hoping you all who read this can do. I've put thought and careful placement of certain minor changes in the main game's plot. But also am using those with the game plot to turn it in the direction I want. I am sorry if there is any confusion to what may be going on. I will by the end, hopefully have everything cleaned up and shaped to where you understand the entire span of events that has taken place. As always, Read, Review, but mostly I hope you enjoy!
I had to do it or they would've killed me, they had barely any consciousness or humanity left anyways. While I had been ridding the reminiscence of those small creatures all over Holly's Woods, even larger and more dangerous ones had been crafted.
Large grotesque humanoids with a clawed hand and the other a skull. I found out the hard way what that skull hand could do. Killing them was harder than the small two legged ones because they had more skin and fat. Or are they two armed...?
Mirror-Me's giggling was a distraction as a fat security corpse was tossed in my direction. This new monster utterly disgusted me. Three woman had been fussed, or mended together. Only one mind had consciousness, the other two torsos slumped over. The middle torso is was disturbed me the most; She had been pregnant. Her swollen breasts now leaking a foul smelling odor. Her womb had been sliced open from the top of the stomach to the pelvis. I wanted to run the moment my eyes fell upon it, when the thing climbed from a large vent in the ceiling.
It was spider like from the waist down, moving quicker than I anticipated. Taking a deep unnecessary breath, I focused, pouring all of my stress and fears; images of death, fire and ashes straight into the middle ones mind. It was a hive conscious all three forced into the middle, nothing but pain and rage flooding back through the link as it struggled against my mental assault. Taking a risk I had to, I lunged forwards slicing with the knife I had, knowing a blade was a better weapon against supernaturals.
I encountered several more of those once female creatures as I wound through the maze that led to the home of the Nosferatu. On top of two more of the fat large creations. They had killed another Kindred who I had encountered in the tunnels around the drain door. I wanted to mourn for them, but knew if I did these monsters would kill me. So using all I had in my new vampiric body, and dodging the slimy substance being shot at me out of the skull hand, I destroyed the last two monstrosities. Upon inspecting the ashes of the fallen Nosferatu I discovered a key-card. Your death was not in vain...I bowed my head to that before turning briskly and heading towards the large drain door in the floor.
The access key got the large doors of the drain open, clamping down on my still very irrational fear of heights and falling, I steeled myself biting my tongue and jumped directly into the middle of the drain.
"By the clack-smack cracking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. I dont remember seeing you on the guest list for the dinner party...we're having a wrap party for The Misfitsabout forty years late. Cast and crew only, boss..."
"Come out voice", I murmured scanning the room, trying to pinpoint the location of this hidden kindred, "I don't bite..."
"Maybe I'm in your head...uh, oh...you might have picked up one of them psychoses so common to new kindred."
Laughing softly I was quick to respond, "You don't sound anything like the voice in my head."
"Maybe I killedthe voice in your head, boss..."
"NO!", I shouted out praying Mirror-Me was alright as she was being very quiet since our encounter with the Flesh Crafter, "I was just starting to get used to that voice, I don't want a new one..."
More laughter erupted throughout the room, "Tell me, the New Voice in your head, why're you down here? You can trust me, boss..."
I was slowly starting to lose interest in this game, "If you are in my head, then you already know. You tell me."
"Think carefully...Who are you here for? And why?"
A giggle erupted fro my throat, "Hee, hee...you are him. Good joke. Come out, let's play."
'I'll show you the cards I've been dealt", the voice seemed to be growing impatient with me, "But you put yours on the table first."
"I've got a Nines, a Jack, and a Prince", I giggled at the metaphor, "I'm chasing a Wild, and you're about to deal me a queen."
"Maybe you're on to something", a new voice spoke breaking the silence. It was one so familiar yet I could not place it. It caressed me and scared me all in one hushed whisper.
"Or maybe your still talking to yourself", The First voice spoke again, "Insanity isn't given enough credit. The insane know not what they do...do you?"
"Where. Are. You", I was fed up with this game, my eyes dancing across every inch of the small room to no avail. Feeling I was being mocked I growled out the words.
"I'm over here, boss! Wait...maybe I'm over here!", the voice kept changing which direction I was perceiving it, sounding as if the one it belonged to was the room itself, "Or maybe I'm behind you, with a hatchet in my hand...or did you ever stop to think that your fear, if given a voice, would sound...like...this."
I sighed in defeat, "You want something?"
"I don't know, boss. You tell me. After all, I didn't crash your party."
Squaring my shoulders, I searched the room once more. I thought I caught shimmering outlines of two figures but was unsure, "I'm here for that old box."
"You don't say", the voice was mocking, "Wake up, boss! Who do you think you are dealing with? Why else would LaCroix send you on this snipe hunt? Oh, that's right... I know you work for the prince."
My body stiffened at the words. So they knew the Jester sent me. I could feel the air in the cave shift and Mirror-Me's voice slipped past my lips, "Why do you ask answered questions?"
"Because I like the sound of my own voice...", and inhuman noise echoed off the walls, "It's not everyday we get visitors, boss. I needed to hear it from you. You're a long way from home, and neither the prince nor Isaac nor Nines have any domain down here. Tread carefully."
"Tell me the tale of the box", anxiety and fear left me speechless, I was uncertain how to proceed, Mirror-Me was quick to keep us on coarse with why we were here.
"You should've got here sooner, that lots been sold", he spoke dismissively, "But that's not the only thing you're looking for, now is it, boss?"
It was almost like this voice knew there were two halves of this cracked mirror. I tried to ignore it and press further, "so you have a copy of the receipt...?"
"I like to discuss business face to face."
"Then face me", I stated, trying to prepare myself for what terrifying former human would appear before me."
"Only if you trade your secret boss, what is it youseek?"
"I seek the Many Night's Man; Arron the Mad", Mirror-Me's words came through my voice with a lot more conviction than I thought I could muster in this situation, "Besides I enjoy hideous once in awhile..."
"Interesting...Are you sure, boss? You don't want my image in your subconscious. It's the stuff nightmares are made of."
"Nightmares are all I've got..."
"Behind you, boss!"
Once the words were out I spun on my heel to be slammed into the side of the tunnel. The voices had been playing games. Two dark faces loomed over me as cool iron like hands gripped my upper arms. One was twisted, changed by the blood into something not quite human anymore in appearance. The other was a face that haunted the only pieces I had left of my mortal life.
"No, no, no ,no, no...", I couldn't stop my mouth as my body began to tremble, "...no, no, no, No!"
I tried to shove them back, as the more physically demented one began to laugh, an eerie guttural sound. The mentally deranged male stared down at me with something along the lines of hurt or pain in the depths of his jade gaze.
"Whatever you did to her isn't going to do, she's broken not cracked", the new voice spoke from the deformed movie star, "She barely understood there is a price for my knowledge. There's no chance she will even go the way you are needing."
The conversation was now one-sided, I was lost completely. I was arguing with one voice, that turned to two in the darkness of these tunnels. We traded words over the Jester's Old Box. Whispering was everywhere, newer voices louder than the ones I was beginning to get comfortable with. I demanded they show their self. And they asked if I was sure. Agreeing I was jumped by the two men standing before me. Who apparently had their own agenda with me.
"She will", his voice vibrated around the small cave, striking every cord in my deadened corpse, fear, joy, and something I could not quite comprehend bubbled inside of me, rushing through my cooled blood, "Because she's a Good Girl..."
Once those words were spoken my mind bled to black, a memory breaking through the blood of Caine from my human existence.
Blindfolded, and bound backwards in a large wooden chair. Hands tied to the top, legs tied to the chairs arms. He'd been circling my stark naked form for what seemed like hours.
"You've surrendered to me your body", I felt a cool strip of leather slowly caress the bare flesh of my lower back as the words he spoke rolled over me, "Now let me start with your mind...then lastly your soul..."
The leather crop seemed to strike several points of my body simultaneously, searing pain screaming from my ass, thighs, stomach, back, and chest. I hadn't realized it was my voice crying out instead of the pain. My screams where only broken by fits of uncontrollable hysterical laughter that overtook me.
"Be obedient and speak when your master addresses you", I swear his eyes flashed before I began to scream once more as the pain filled assault began again on my body.
I managed to choke out a weak 'yes, sir' and his arm stopped mid arch. I could hear the whip slicing through the air, mere inches from my probably reddened flesh. I could imagine his head cocking to the side, unsure if he actually heard my voice.
"I can't hear you child, don't make me make you scream it..."
"Yes, Sir!", I barked out, as the whip connected with the dripping slit between my thighs. I could practically hear the grin from the way his laughter rang out through the room, before the blindfold was ripped from my face revealing his grinning form. Two large incisors gleamed in his broad mouthed smile, making my blood run cold.
"Good Girl", he murmured bringing his face inches from my own. I tried to flee but my bindings wouldn't give. He could see the fear shining in my eyes, knowing I knew what he was had been revealed. A hushed murmur began throughout the room, before I was thrashing and screaming, then the black bled in again, but not before the words he spoke, "When the time comes, You will do exactly as I instruct without fear or hesitation, we will be bound by blood and yours will always submit to the power of mine..."
"...seed has been planted...Andrae did his part well..."
The hushed part about my soul wasn't meant to be heard by my mortal ears, I knew that in my now deadened awareness. I was also vaguely aware of the conversation going on around my recovering form.
"So you were the one to lead that Tzimisce to the entrance of my Warrens. I knew it was suspicious the moment you go into hiding the Sabbat begin to get more bold. That's openly reckless but I doubt you're even aware", the Nosferatu Promigen's voice was hard as stone as he spoke shaking his head, "This is going to be interesting one way or the other.. They have a stronger fledgling that most of the new blood that has been embraced from this century. No wonder she is this inflicted with her derangement."
"But what better way to show she possesses power...the more cracked the mirror the clearer the image..."
My body stood at attention, the faintest taste of cool metal in the back of my throat as my eyes readjusted to the present moment. It was a ploy, to bend my mind towards this maddened state. It worked though, didn't it, before our demise? And now as well...
...the crack will spread deeper...
The broadcast sliced through my mental debate and before I knew it fire was humming through my veins as blackness flooded my vision. Pain was all I could feel as it felt like a battle was raging in my deadened veins.
