Die Tragödie von Johann Faust VIII
Hello beloved. I would like to take a paragraph or two to bid you forgive me. I am ever so sorry for taking this long to update the story. I was just really enjoying a book (Corpses, Coffins, and Crypts: A history of Burial). I found it at the schools library and just HAD to check it out. Anyway, at least I'm back.
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Chapter 3
Night. Darkness. Deep, all consuming darkness that could drive the minfd to insanity and the body to death. And the demented, twisted, hateful air that lurked, awaiting your next breath. Suffocating you ever so slowly.
That is how Johann Faust VII felt as he walked beside the woman, Jennianna. Seeing them striding by, swiftly, gracefully, as if they were dancing instead of walking. Gliding instead of striding,. It brought to mind La Danse Macabre. Both of them, as if the living dead.
The silence pressed around them, making that feeling, that urge, that clawing within the pit of the very being, to scream out the agony and pain even more intense. Faust sighed as he struggled for control; the woman's presence was most unnerving.
" Excuse me..." Faust began, only to be interrupted by a very annoyed vampire.
"What do you want, necromancer." Jennianna snapped, giving special attention to the word necromancer, as if any who bore that title were beneath her. Needless to say, Faust was offended.
" What do you have against me, Frauline?" Faust asked in a harder tone, slipping momentarily into German.
" You." She murmured in hateful spite and pride, " Are an abomination. As all who practice you're art are."
" And why exactly are we abominations?" Faust snapped back.
" What's the matter doctor," Jennianna taunted evilly, " don't like people to hate you? Well get used to it. Your in league with Satan now, you are the enemy of all things pure and holy."
" You didn't answer my question. And besides my dear, your the devils friend as well, shouldn't you accept me then?" Faust smirked,
" No. I hate you. You and all of your living kin who partake in the rituals of the dead."
" Why, your not dead, yet you do the same."
" I may not be dead, but I'm not alive."
" Of course, how could I be such a Trottel." Faust sneered, then changed the subject, " What kind of sacrifice are we to get?" Jennianna did not answer till they came apon a small building. It had a slightly Romanesque feel and reminded Faust of his home, or, rather, his former home. The same one that he shared with Eliza for such a short time, the same one that she had died in, the same one that had been taken from him to pay for his debts, the same he missed and longed for.
" Human." Jennianna murmured in the cold night, breaking Faust's reminiscing.
" What?" He asked, somewhat dazed after thinking of his former life with his beloved.
" The sacrifice we are to get, is human." She whispered ominously as he gaze fixed intently on a second story window. Almost unconsciously, her tongue slicked over her lips in anticipation. " Up there, the second window from the left, the bedroom of a little girl."
" What about her?" Faust asked suspiciously, not liking where this was going.
" What do you think you moron!" Jennianna snapped angrily, " She is the sacrifice."
" What! But you said she was a little girl!" Faust cried, outraged.
" Psh." Jennianna completely ignored him as she began fiddling with her dagger; a long ominous thing with a curled up dragon decorating the hilt. After moments of what appeared to Faust as waiting, Jennianna cast impatient eyes on Faust. She appeared to be both angry and exasperated.
" Fool! Don't you know what your job is! Did you not listen to Mephistopheles! Stop standing around like a complete imbecile and get me my sacrifice!" Jennianna screeched into the night, glaring daggers at the man who towered a good 1 1/2 feet above her. Her pale hand clenched the actual dagger, which reflected moonlight and seemed to cry out for blood.
Faust glared back at Jennianna, his heart willing him to defy her, yet knowing he would not. He must please this parasite of a woman, else his beloved would remain amongst hte deceased.
With a heavy sigh, Faust raised his arm in a beaconing motion, and soon several skeletons emerged from the darkness of the night, freshly summoned from the nearby cemetery.
" Go get the girl. Make no sound. I do not want her harmed." He murmured as he pointed up to the window. As soldiers on a mission, the decayed bodies of what once was scaled the wall and, making no sound, opened the window. Faust could tell, by the amount of mana he exerted, that a light struggle was taking place in the room. However, it did not last long. The skeletons soon emerged, one holding the young girl, who, to all appearances, was utterly terrified. Her eyes were puffy, tears streamed down her face, and she was exhausted from struggling against the image of death.
" Child, are you hurt?" Faust asked gently as he seized her from the skeletons. " Begone you dreadful creatures!" The corpses obeyed Faust, and disappeared, returning themselves to there places of eternal rest.
As the skeletons made themselves scarce, Faust began a preliminary examination of the child, to be sure his lifeless minions had not harmed her. He noticed that she was frightened of him. He couldn't blame her, he was just barely any better than the dead.
" What do you think you are doing?" Demanded a pale figure that appeared to be cloaked in the very night.
" I'm checking her vital signs. She may have been harmed during her struggle." Faust answered in a very business-like, doctor-like, fashion.
" Fool." Jennianna muttered. " Hurry along you idiot. We need to get to the ritual, where we will kill the sacrifice." She then began walking away, as if dictating the fate of a child was not out of the ordinary; and for her, it may not have been. But, it enraged Faust, however, he suppressed the feeling and gathered the shaking child in his arms. He could hear her whispering for her mother. It broke his heart.
" Shh... Be still, child..." Faust murmured into her ear as he quickly removed a needle from his coat. " I'm going to give you some morphine so you won't feel what they are going to do to you." He whispered just before he pushed the needle into her tiny arm. She whimpered momentarily, but soon she began to get numb and drowsy, and stopped her struggling.
" You know, no matter what you give her, she will feel the pain." Jennianna whispered evilly after long minutes of silence. The two stopped walking once they came to a tattered door, which Jennianna promptly opened. Inside was a group of figures clad in black cloaks. Every now and then one would move about and Faust could catch a glimpse of the clothes they wore.
As he entered the room, a soft murmur rose up; the candlelight that flickered across the atmosphere to be heavy, dark, and foreboding.
" Put the child on the alter." Jennianna commanded as she gripped the dagger. " Tonight, we feed!"
Faust shivered at the cries that gurgled forth out of the vampires. He clutched the child closer to him, he was afraid.
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Faust is not mine, nor is Eliza. I do not own them. The vampires and the child, however, are the sole property of me, Ryu Joobachi. I claim all rights to them.
As mentioned before, I am very sorry for taking this long to update. I'll try to be more prompt for the next chapter.