Biggest regrets…

After 40 years of searching, word finally came back that Sanderson fledgling had been found. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not. He already kick himself for not scaring off the priest. Remembering the news that the priest never showed to the church. Part of him hope the priest just got spooked and left. Though the church refused to give any real word and Sanderson came up empty handed. He was sure his fledgling killed the poor priest. He make it to the place they took rogue vampires to. Walking into the building and going to the sublevel, … Continue reading Biggest regrets…

The flower shop.

Tristan was walking down the street, heading to Voltruist church. Book in hand ready to deliver it to the priest, along with a conversation. Since Indigo refused to listen or help uim, he’d figure it out himself. He head up the steps, walking through the door. He blink some looking around “Wow.” He say. “Can I help you?” A voice spoke out, Tristan blinks again and looks at the elder gentleman and smiled. “I’m looking for Father Voltruist, I have book he ordered. He ask I deliver it.” He told him. Stahs stared at him and then says “Tristan.” Tristan … Continue reading The flower shop.

My sweet Tru…

The night was just starting this eve and already the silence was disrupted from chatter. Two move through the streets, talking with each other, as they made their way to their destination. “I’m telling you now Zagine, you are playing with fire.” Stahs states . “Uh huh, you keep saying that. However it works and he’s never going to know. Not unless you plan to tell him.” Zagine retorted back “You and I are the only ones who know the truth. Besides we did him a favor.” Stahs shook his head “And playing with his heart? Is that wise too?” … Continue reading My sweet Tru…

Blessed be.

This night was dark, darker then usual. A storm had come in and it was pouring rain. The only light to be seen in the sky was lightning that splayed across. The wind had started to pick up abit, while people tried to hurry to their homes or any place off the streets. Those that were homeless, tried to seek shelter in the sewers or even churches. Nights like these made it either easier or harder to hunt. One particular Vampire was having a devil of a time, unable to prey on anyone in the alleyways, the tavern wasn’t good … Continue reading Blessed be.

Under her veil.

The smell of death lived in the air, a stench that doesn’t go away easy. It was in the walls, the furniture of the place. Bodies strewed about, some fresh and others decomposing. Chains rattling could be heard, as the once skittished priest sat tugging at the shackles on his wrist. Trying to reach for any morsel of fresh blood he could get. His sire still barely allowing him food, with claims it is her will, her teachings to him. Plus it was clear his sire enjoyed watching him lap at the floor for blood. How his sire enjoyed torturing … Continue reading Under her veil.

A Fascination with Silver

The doctor’s day-to-day life in the lab was monotonous at best, and torturous at worst. Most days were filled with the endless running of tests on the shapeshifters created and housed at the Nervana site of the labs, though on rare good days the doctor could get out of the lab and make his way to the surface to collect samples of various organic matter to feed the shifters. Of course, so long as Wagner did his job and returned with what was needed in a somewhat timely fashion, he found his superiors paid no mind to any additional activities he got up to while out on the job… Continue reading A Fascination with Silver