Post by Sublime on Oct 15, 2013 1:23:48 GMT -8
"...A life without love-"
Elizabeth Eberstark
The heart wrenching utterance of soft sobbing accompanied by the tintinnabulation of high heels on pavement deafens the sound of the Manhattan streets. It’s around three o’clock in the morning, and The Kindred member is pleased to find herself alone in her moment of emotional weakness. Each step seems to echo more loudly, as if in warning, the deafening noise calling out to Eberstark to cease her march; return to the safety of Lucas’ apartment. Blue green eyes turn skyward, drinking in the variant swirls of the early morning horizon, and a smile brimming with sorrow graces the vampire’s china doll face. The sweet sanguinist takes a deep breath, tasting the dew moistened air; almost bed time. It’s only a few more hours until sunrise, I had better hurry or I’m going to end up with a horrendous case of the blisters.... Gods how I hated having Adalrich cover me in bandages and salve, that smelt so strong that I had a head splitting migraine entire time it healed. I'm sure the boys are tired of waiting for me by now too, it was supposed to be a quick trip, one that turned into a terrible mishap. Her innards suddenly twist as a terrible smell wafts into her nostrils, “Demon.”
The woman's hand darts for her deadly tool, fingers entrapping the hilt rested against her upper thigh and withdrawing it hastily. The blade releases a metallic peel in warning to any who would dare to challenge its truth. However, as the weapon leaves its snug home an unseen force knocks the German military knife out of her hand, sending it across the pavement and well out of reach. Sea foam orbs widen like a frightened dear, the vampiress gulping to force her heart back into her chest and her eyes dart about the area in a desperate attempt to spot her assailant. The sensation of invisible hands entrapping her limbs and swan like neck causes the sweet sanguinist’s fear to reach hysterical levels. She tries to struggle, but as soon as her muscles flex against the indiscernible force, the phantom appendages ruthlessly slam Elizabeth against the brick wall of the building beside her. The stone buckles under her weight, slightly denting the side of the building in the shape of her curvaceous body, and the warrior for good groans in pain as the invisible pressure increases against her. Somewhere in the haze of agony, a mocking chuckle trickles into her ears, and it sends a chill up her spine, “no…”
“Yep.”It had been a long time since she had seen him, the man that had been laying in wait for her…If he can be called a man. The ringing of dress shoes colliding with concrete pounds into her skull and the sweet sanguinist pinches her lids closed. Each step builds the anticipation, causing the vampiress to clench her jaw and tighten the muscles in her abdomen. As her attacker rounds the corner Elizabeth tries again to fight against the power holding her in place and threatening to crush her supple form, but finds it only rewards her by exerting more pressure.
“Eberstark, you haven’t aged a day.”
Her lids open abruptly and she snarls at the skull faced man in his fancy dress suit. A deep intake of oxygen dulls the wave of nausea which nearly causes the Vampiress to empty the contents of her stomach, and she spits out his name like a bad taste, “Bones.”
“Nice to see you too honey,” the sound of clanging metal draws the Vampire’s keen eye. Beth frowns deeply as she spots a thin string of silver chains that Bones has pulled out of his pocket.
“Bastard.”
“Oh, but didn’t we have so much fun the last time we played?” a derisive sneer opens across his ugly mug like a fissure and his eyes sparkle, revealing through those inky windows all the horrors he has in store for her whilst she remains in his possession.
The phantom limb wrapped around her neck releases its hold and her head falls forward, green tresses fanning around her visage like a veil, “You’re sick.”
Bones tilts his head back and lets uproariously laughter spill forth from his mouth like a broken fire hydrant. Never the less, in an instant he ceases his cackling and aptly swings the chain so that it wraps around the vampiress’ neck. Elizabeth shrieks in anguish, smoke rising from her fingers as she claws at the gift the demon possessed has bestowed upon her, and the poisonous leash bites into the flesh of her neck ruthlessly.The skull faced man grins as if he were inspecting a beautiful painting and all of the pressure holding her against the wall suddenly releases the green haired woman. With a squeak she collapses to her knees on the pavement and Bones tugs on the end of the chain, “come along, I’m not going to kill you yet, you’ll serve a purpose soon enough….”
Despite the fact that she knows resisting The Order member is futile, she cannot help herself and when she gets to her feet she starts to fight again. Elizabeth goes to grab her other knife, but he easily knocks it from her hand with his telekinesis just as he had before, leaving her completely disarmed. She wraps her digits around the chain and gnashing her teeth, she tries to pull the humiliating device free from his grip. However, when the line slips from his fingers a bit, it only furthers his annoyance with her lack of cooperation and Bones spins on his heels to face the sweet sanguinist. He reaches into the breast pocket of his onyx suit jacket and withdraws a handgun, “tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Bam. Bam. He fires one silver bullet into each of her feet causing her to crumbling to the ground sobbing, blood and smoke oozing from the wounds in her feet. The sound of police sirens reaches his ears and the ghoulish man hoists the vampiress off of the ground and slings her over his shoulder. Elizabeth hisses in protest and buries her teeth into the collarbone of the demon possessed, but she immediately regrets her decision as the body’s tainted blood seeps into her mouth. Spitting the repulsive life juice from her mouth and fighting back the urge to vomit, Eberstark finds herself suddenly wrapped in a terrifying blanket of silence. Mean while, Bones easily carries her to the nondescript car he has parked in the alley, places her in the back seat, and hops into the driver’s seat. On the other hand, the sweet sanguinist finds the corners of her vision fading to black and passes out from the immense pain in her neck and feet.
EOT
"Is like a tree without blossoms or fruit."
Richard Genest
