Part One-The Hallway
Chapter 1
A long hallway, darkened. Doors slam shut. As the sun falls Across the land... ...as more doors open.
And as you step out the door, Light hits you and the warmth Comes back to your pale face...
Wednesdays, September 25th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 2:36 am
...Trevor shut the door behind him, and was embraced by the darkness of the lightless hallway. From his sister's room, he heard the ending chords of Bells for Her and the start of the next song on her mix CD. And the darkness crawled.
Trevor stood there for quite a while...he couldn't help it, the beauty of the darkness and the crescent moon through the single window mystified him. He stood frozen in awe. The climax of Bohemian Rhapsody (He'd been there that long?) crashed from his sister's room and he was pulled from his trance, returning to what he was doing...getting a glass of orange juice. He crept down the stairs quietly, not to wake his sleeping mother or disturb his older sister. As he entered the kitchen, he flipped a switch, causing a fluorescent light to illuminate, a faint buzz sounding.
Trevor shuddered as he opened the refrigerator, the temperature dropping. He reached out with his pale left arm to adjust the climate of the fridge, and then pulled out the jug of O.J.
"Shit," he said, while pouring as he spilled a bit of the orange liquid on his "Squee!" shirt. All of his dark clothes were damn expensive. Trevor grabbed a paper towel and wiped his shirt, just as he heard a footstep from the adjacent living room.
Trevor pulled a silver ankh out of his pocket, anchoring his thoughts to it. There is no wall between the kitchen and the living room... he thought. I can see and run right through the air to it.
And the wall was gone.
Crouching on the ground of the candlelit living room was a grotesque creature. Its claws had obviously been exploring the room already, Trevor's eyes fell on the ripped velvet couch, the torn up rug...and...
Trevor's hands turned white and tightened around the ankh as he saw what used to be his piano. "Fuckin bastard..." He said, willing himself over the monster and, simultaneously, willing his arms into blades. The perks of being a mage were high.
Unfortunately for Trevor, however, the perks of being a vampire...a Tzimisce at that...were higher.
***
Another time, Another place, The sun is bright, So hide your face.
And in this place, In this time, Another fate, Enters the race.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 Bloodlust Cafe, D.C. 5:43 pm
The putrid pile of flesh steamed in the middle of the small crowd formed around it...the lesson- vampires shouldn't go out to clubs in the day...black-out curtains have a tendency to fall at any time. However, the eyes of the crowd weren't focused on the window...or the steaming flesh. No, they were all looking at the auburn haired girl with the bright red eyes. She was standing directly in the sunlight. The question of the hour-- why the fuck wasn't she dead?
And as the vampires pounced on the intruder, she was gone, another magic facade ruined. It would be time for Ailleen to bend herself again. Such was the fun to be a mage.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 5:46 pm
Ailleen willed herself outside her home, dropping her auburn hair for her blonde, trading her red eyes for her natural green. She turned her head to the town home a few away from her own. Police cars were parked outside. Yellow tape bordered off the house. Oooh! Ailleen thought as she willed herself within.
Keeping herself invisible...rather, unnoticeable, Ailleen eavesdropped on the conversation--already in progress.
"-eard a crash and he was gone! The living room was in shambles and I couldn't find my little Trevor anywhere!" The mother, apparently, said. The police officer nodded solemnly. "And you said you had a daughter as well, correct?" The officer said, and the mother nodded. "Yes-Julia, she's 6 years older than Trevor...she's gone, too."
Tired of hearing the sobbing, Aileen silently crept upstairs and into what HAD to be Trevor's room. Wall to wall posters...all anime and rock bands. Not a bad room, considering Ailleen's own had its share of 8x19s as well, but she didn't have to put them up...manually. This kid obviously had a lot of time on his hands...
...keyword being had, if he was gone. Upon further searching, though, Aileen realized that all of the posters were at least a year old...
A crash downstairs rocked Ailleen out of her trance, and she was again outside her own home. "I wonder..." She said t to herself before entering.
And the monster Within you, Dances.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 Blackburn Manor, DC 10:38 pm
The creature grinned. You could call it a man, in some sense, others, a woman. But it wasn't human. The most obvious reason being that its skin was scaly and green. It had a long, blood red tongue, which ended sharply. Of course, it had fangs. And, luckily, it was dressed, in very lavish Victorian clothing.
It was licking Trevor's face when he woke up. Just as Trevor's mouth shot open to scream, the tongue flicked across his open maw, sealing it shut. Only muffled cries could be heard now.
The creature laughed, and dove its hand first to Trevor's crotch--the sick bastard-- and then into its own pocket, pulling out the silver ankh. Trevor's eyes shot open, and the creature could feel the metal change somehow...grow colder...it knew that Trevor was trying to anchor his thoughts.
"My child..." it cooed in a surprisingly human, deep, eerie female voice. "That isn't necessary..."
It again licked Trevor's face, now sealing his eyes, ears, and nose shut. Then...Trevor was alone in the dark, small room.
...senseless.
***
Lady Shanin stepped out of the torture room, still grinning. Branson, her decisively human ghoul, stood as she entered the miraculously furnished parlor. "My lady, I trust things went well?" He asked. Shanin only cackled, licking her elongated forehead with her grotesque tongue. "Yes, the specimen will do quite well. I even suspect some Lupine blood in him! Isn't that quaint?" Branson nodded as Shanin walked up the grandiose spiral staircase, laughing to herself about Lupines.
And so the past Begins to be told And the puzzle Begins to unfold...
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 12:02 pm
Things were starting to piece together--the puzzle was slowly being solved, if you will--for Ailleen. She had been awakened by such an energy flux, and she had felt it before...definitely...What if that kid was like her?
But then again, what business was it of hers? She contemplated that as she fell into the embrace of Morpheus.
Chapter 1
A long hallway, darkened. Doors slam shut. As the sun falls Across the land... ...as more doors open.
And as you step out the door, Light hits you and the warmth Comes back to your pale face...
Wednesdays, September 25th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 2:36 am
...Trevor shut the door behind him, and was embraced by the darkness of the lightless hallway. From his sister's room, he heard the ending chords of Bells for Her and the start of the next song on her mix CD. And the darkness crawled.
Trevor stood there for quite a while...he couldn't help it, the beauty of the darkness and the crescent moon through the single window mystified him. He stood frozen in awe. The climax of Bohemian Rhapsody (He'd been there that long?) crashed from his sister's room and he was pulled from his trance, returning to what he was doing...getting a glass of orange juice. He crept down the stairs quietly, not to wake his sleeping mother or disturb his older sister. As he entered the kitchen, he flipped a switch, causing a fluorescent light to illuminate, a faint buzz sounding.
Trevor shuddered as he opened the refrigerator, the temperature dropping. He reached out with his pale left arm to adjust the climate of the fridge, and then pulled out the jug of O.J.
"Shit," he said, while pouring as he spilled a bit of the orange liquid on his "Squee!" shirt. All of his dark clothes were damn expensive. Trevor grabbed a paper towel and wiped his shirt, just as he heard a footstep from the adjacent living room.
Trevor pulled a silver ankh out of his pocket, anchoring his thoughts to it. There is no wall between the kitchen and the living room... he thought. I can see and run right through the air to it.
And the wall was gone.
Crouching on the ground of the candlelit living room was a grotesque creature. Its claws had obviously been exploring the room already, Trevor's eyes fell on the ripped velvet couch, the torn up rug...and...
Trevor's hands turned white and tightened around the ankh as he saw what used to be his piano. "Fuckin bastard..." He said, willing himself over the monster and, simultaneously, willing his arms into blades. The perks of being a mage were high.
Unfortunately for Trevor, however, the perks of being a vampire...a Tzimisce at that...were higher.
***
Another time, Another place, The sun is bright, So hide your face.
And in this place, In this time, Another fate, Enters the race.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 Bloodlust Cafe, D.C. 5:43 pm
The putrid pile of flesh steamed in the middle of the small crowd formed around it...the lesson- vampires shouldn't go out to clubs in the day...black-out curtains have a tendency to fall at any time. However, the eyes of the crowd weren't focused on the window...or the steaming flesh. No, they were all looking at the auburn haired girl with the bright red eyes. She was standing directly in the sunlight. The question of the hour-- why the fuck wasn't she dead?
And as the vampires pounced on the intruder, she was gone, another magic facade ruined. It would be time for Ailleen to bend herself again. Such was the fun to be a mage.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 5:46 pm
Ailleen willed herself outside her home, dropping her auburn hair for her blonde, trading her red eyes for her natural green. She turned her head to the town home a few away from her own. Police cars were parked outside. Yellow tape bordered off the house. Oooh! Ailleen thought as she willed herself within.
Keeping herself invisible...rather, unnoticeable, Ailleen eavesdropped on the conversation--already in progress.
"-eard a crash and he was gone! The living room was in shambles and I couldn't find my little Trevor anywhere!" The mother, apparently, said. The police officer nodded solemnly. "And you said you had a daughter as well, correct?" The officer said, and the mother nodded. "Yes-Julia, she's 6 years older than Trevor...she's gone, too."
Tired of hearing the sobbing, Aileen silently crept upstairs and into what HAD to be Trevor's room. Wall to wall posters...all anime and rock bands. Not a bad room, considering Ailleen's own had its share of 8x19s as well, but she didn't have to put them up...manually. This kid obviously had a lot of time on his hands...
...keyword being had, if he was gone. Upon further searching, though, Aileen realized that all of the posters were at least a year old...
A crash downstairs rocked Ailleen out of her trance, and she was again outside her own home. "I wonder..." She said t to herself before entering.
And the monster Within you, Dances.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 Blackburn Manor, DC 10:38 pm
The creature grinned. You could call it a man, in some sense, others, a woman. But it wasn't human. The most obvious reason being that its skin was scaly and green. It had a long, blood red tongue, which ended sharply. Of course, it had fangs. And, luckily, it was dressed, in very lavish Victorian clothing.
It was licking Trevor's face when he woke up. Just as Trevor's mouth shot open to scream, the tongue flicked across his open maw, sealing it shut. Only muffled cries could be heard now.
The creature laughed, and dove its hand first to Trevor's crotch--the sick bastard-- and then into its own pocket, pulling out the silver ankh. Trevor's eyes shot open, and the creature could feel the metal change somehow...grow colder...it knew that Trevor was trying to anchor his thoughts.
"My child..." it cooed in a surprisingly human, deep, eerie female voice. "That isn't necessary..."
It again licked Trevor's face, now sealing his eyes, ears, and nose shut. Then...Trevor was alone in the dark, small room.
...senseless.
***
Lady Shanin stepped out of the torture room, still grinning. Branson, her decisively human ghoul, stood as she entered the miraculously furnished parlor. "My lady, I trust things went well?" He asked. Shanin only cackled, licking her elongated forehead with her grotesque tongue. "Yes, the specimen will do quite well. I even suspect some Lupine blood in him! Isn't that quaint?" Branson nodded as Shanin walked up the grandiose spiral staircase, laughing to herself about Lupines.
And so the past Begins to be told And the puzzle Begins to unfold...
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 12:02 pm
Things were starting to piece together--the puzzle was slowly being solved, if you will--for Ailleen. She had been awakened by such an energy flux, and she had felt it before...definitely...What if that kid was like her?
But then again, what business was it of hers? She contemplated that as she fell into the embrace of Morpheus.