Post by amaranth9 on Feb 2, 2013 15:54:24 GMT -5
Juan couldn't help the cruel grin that came to his face as he watched the human satanist enter the crypt ahead of him. idly he wondered if in their blood he would be able to taste their stupidity.
The dark haired man looked back up the stairs fear stamped on his face as he stared right at where Juan stood without seeing him. Juan flipped him the bird because that's the type of Lasombra he was.
Followed the pair further into the earth the smell of dry dirt and lack of light not bothering him in the least.
soon though torch lite flooded the small area, its luminance casting dark shadows to the creaky webbed beams over head, and again he snickered shadows were good Juan liked shadows.
The muffled whining next to the stone coffin drew his eyes. Where a pair of boys sat gagged holding one another tightly. He could tell without trying they were from the slums no older than 10 either of them, quivering in the dirt. and Juan felt something he hadn't in over a century, hatred. There were few things that bothered him so much as those that preyed on children. He was going to make these assholes pay.
The men cast worried glances around like somehow the world would just know of the wrongness they were doing here and rise from the air its self to stop them. the dark haired one nodded to his partner. A greasy haired thin man with a rat thin face, as they hauled the boys to their feet. one on either side of the coffin its heavy lid pushed to the side. but its content hidden from his sight so focused on the inhumane actions going on before him.
Juan moved on the silent feet of death, behind the dark haired man and start to concentrate the shadows behind the thin man responding quickly to his commands they curled unseen ready to strike when his will released them.
Then the men could know what it was like to be bond up.
from acrossed the coffin the brown eyes of the younger Latin boy locked on him. He could feel the desperation in them reach out to him pulling compassion for his withered un-beating heart. the boy could see him he didn't know how but he was dead certain of the truth of that.
Shocked he hesitated, as the older boy reached out for the little one from the dark haired mans grasp the filthy rag used to keep him silent having fallen from his parched mouth. his broken voice seemed to echo "Te quiero a mi hermano, Te amo"
The voice becoming hysterical and high as only a frantic child's could as the thin man opened the boys neck with a curve fishing knife. the atrial spray spattering his brother's face. and filling Juan's nose with hunger, and revulsion in equal parts. Those searing chocolate orbs asking him way he let it happen.
He had no answer, he was frozen in place he could feel him body fighting the hold on him but he couldn't seem to get life in to his limbs as the dark haired man opened the older boys neck splashing his partner how suspend the other child so that his blood poured in to the coffin. he couldn't even turn his face from the horror in front of him. somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the shadows had turned on him and that he was held in there grip like a bug on fly paper. but the brothers dying words blocked out most rational thought. The men stepped back from the opening leting the limp tiny body's fall to the ground like trash.
Juan fought against the shadows that held him, pour his rage and sorrow in to fueling the power of his ancient blood. he was an elder damn it he would tear this unholy place to the ground. bury these sick fucks and salt the earth with there bones.
But with an icy awareness the truth sank in he couldn't move. the shadow's would not obey his body would not obey. only his mind seemed his own.
so caught up in his fight his anger he didn't see the creature rise from the coffin until it was standing towering over him and if he had breath he would have lost it.
She was pale like the moon her skin pearlescent glowing softly in the fire light. unmarked buy the blood that had to have been poured on top of her
her beauty was unimaginable even for him a being of over a millennium old the entire toreador clan could spend a hundred years and never describe it with justice. Her hair was a white blond her form somehow muscled and curvy at the same time. clad in a lace body warp that left little to the imagination. thin man offered his hand to help her step demurely down as the black haired man looked on with an adoration someone might hold for a goddess and looking on Juan wasn't sure if that was the case or not.
Her eye were exotic like maybe she had once been part Asian in another life.
She turned to Juan like he had been visible the whole time. and when she spoke he felt his heart break with love.
"Are you coming Juan? I have old friends to see and a town to burn to the ground."
she didn't look back as she move fluid as water silent as the grave past him to the steps.
"Yes of course, I would do anything for you my love you know that." he herd himself say and knew the words were true.
The dark haired man looked back up the stairs fear stamped on his face as he stared right at where Juan stood without seeing him. Juan flipped him the bird because that's the type of Lasombra he was.
Followed the pair further into the earth the smell of dry dirt and lack of light not bothering him in the least.
soon though torch lite flooded the small area, its luminance casting dark shadows to the creaky webbed beams over head, and again he snickered shadows were good Juan liked shadows.
The muffled whining next to the stone coffin drew his eyes. Where a pair of boys sat gagged holding one another tightly. He could tell without trying they were from the slums no older than 10 either of them, quivering in the dirt. and Juan felt something he hadn't in over a century, hatred. There were few things that bothered him so much as those that preyed on children. He was going to make these assholes pay.
The men cast worried glances around like somehow the world would just know of the wrongness they were doing here and rise from the air its self to stop them. the dark haired one nodded to his partner. A greasy haired thin man with a rat thin face, as they hauled the boys to their feet. one on either side of the coffin its heavy lid pushed to the side. but its content hidden from his sight so focused on the inhumane actions going on before him.
Juan moved on the silent feet of death, behind the dark haired man and start to concentrate the shadows behind the thin man responding quickly to his commands they curled unseen ready to strike when his will released them.
Then the men could know what it was like to be bond up.
from acrossed the coffin the brown eyes of the younger Latin boy locked on him. He could feel the desperation in them reach out to him pulling compassion for his withered un-beating heart. the boy could see him he didn't know how but he was dead certain of the truth of that.
Shocked he hesitated, as the older boy reached out for the little one from the dark haired mans grasp the filthy rag used to keep him silent having fallen from his parched mouth. his broken voice seemed to echo "Te quiero a mi hermano, Te amo"
The voice becoming hysterical and high as only a frantic child's could as the thin man opened the boys neck with a curve fishing knife. the atrial spray spattering his brother's face. and filling Juan's nose with hunger, and revulsion in equal parts. Those searing chocolate orbs asking him way he let it happen.
He had no answer, he was frozen in place he could feel him body fighting the hold on him but he couldn't seem to get life in to his limbs as the dark haired man opened the older boys neck splashing his partner how suspend the other child so that his blood poured in to the coffin. he couldn't even turn his face from the horror in front of him. somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the shadows had turned on him and that he was held in there grip like a bug on fly paper. but the brothers dying words blocked out most rational thought. The men stepped back from the opening leting the limp tiny body's fall to the ground like trash.
Juan fought against the shadows that held him, pour his rage and sorrow in to fueling the power of his ancient blood. he was an elder damn it he would tear this unholy place to the ground. bury these sick fucks and salt the earth with there bones.
But with an icy awareness the truth sank in he couldn't move. the shadow's would not obey his body would not obey. only his mind seemed his own.
so caught up in his fight his anger he didn't see the creature rise from the coffin until it was standing towering over him and if he had breath he would have lost it.
She was pale like the moon her skin pearlescent glowing softly in the fire light. unmarked buy the blood that had to have been poured on top of her
her beauty was unimaginable even for him a being of over a millennium old the entire toreador clan could spend a hundred years and never describe it with justice. Her hair was a white blond her form somehow muscled and curvy at the same time. clad in a lace body warp that left little to the imagination. thin man offered his hand to help her step demurely down as the black haired man looked on with an adoration someone might hold for a goddess and looking on Juan wasn't sure if that was the case or not.
Her eye were exotic like maybe she had once been part Asian in another life.
She turned to Juan like he had been visible the whole time. and when she spoke he felt his heart break with love.
"Are you coming Juan? I have old friends to see and a town to burn to the ground."
she didn't look back as she move fluid as water silent as the grave past him to the steps.
"Yes of course, I would do anything for you my love you know that." he herd himself say and knew the words were true.