Bex escapes to the Manor

Bex flew above the woods. He could feel his underbelly coated with Stahs’ blood. Holding the vampire carefully in his arms so as not to drop him or cause further damage. They just had to get home and everything would be okay. As Kal moved deeper into the woods there were more signs of movement – broken branches, trampled earth. Why would any path in the woods in the middle of nowhere be quite so well-used? He had a hunch. Yet so far all of the signs of life that he’d seen had been older, there was nobody actually -out- … Continue reading Bex escapes to the Manor

Send in the siren.

After Wagner was brought into the hive link, it truly changed him. He was no longer the same vampire anymore, he could actually feel feelings. Such emotions once lost on him were now bursting through him. He never understood such things before, but now it flooded him, overwhelmed him. He never felt this way before, it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Wagner understood the two fears, understood how he had neglected Gears and just how great Gears truly was. He had been so blinded and obsessed with capturing bex, that he didn’t see Gears protentional at all. However … Continue reading Send in the siren.

The return.

Everyone was going about their day in the manner. Nine was in his room as usual, Bex wander the manor, and Dorian was sneaking back in. He didn’t need to, as he was allowed to come and go. Stahs had multiple talks on it, but Dorian was adamant about sneaking in and out. Dorian had gotten back in and found Bex looking confused. ” You ok over there?” He ask. Bex looked to Dorian, moving over to him. Staring at him, like he hadn’t seen Dorian before. His hair was so red, like fire and Bex started to get in … Continue reading The return.

First encounter

It had been a while since stahs visited, virus waited in the abandoned warehouse for him to come by. He stared out the poorly boarded window. Waiting, wondering why he wasn’t visiting. He use to regularly visit twice a week, to once a week, to every other week and then nothing. He wasn’t sure if stahs had moved on or was dead. He thought maybe he should visit him for once. Stahs had always invited him to the manor, just he never took the offer. He was unsure of the vampire, but after a while of getting to know him … Continue reading First encounter

Time and How It Passes

It started high on a moor. It remembered the feel of the stone. Its stone. Cool, damp moss, soft, loamy soil, an earthworm struggling through the compacted earth beneath it, something with many, tiny legs skittering across the craggy surface. Time passed. The world moved a round it in a way that it hadn’t known for ages, not since the very earth thrust it up upon a mountain and the Great Ice came across to scrape it down to the moors below. Now it was moving, moving, faster than it had ever known. Gravity pulled it downward; the new forces … Continue reading Time and How It Passes

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.