Title: Dead.Inside
Description: Open
John Daniel Torrance - August 1, 2007 10:52 PM (GMT)
Greeted by the cold air of the mausoleum, the pale vampire walked pass lines of frozen bodies, searching for the one he had placed long ago. Finding the frozen body, he pulled out the cold figure and dragged him back into the tunnels, away from the cold and dead. His heavy footsteps following the sound of the body being dragged, the vampire continued to move up the tunnels until he was in one of the larger meeting rooms. Though the room had once been an active area of the caves, because of the recent silence between covens and races, it had been left empty, allowing the dust to settle down once more.
The orange and red ceiling lights on dimly, John picked up the dead body and moved it across the room towards the large table that had been used at every meeting. Dropping the corpse onto the table with a loud thud, John checked the skin to see if it had defrosted and bent over to find the neck. The body had been from the Sanguinaire coven, and was one of their lower members before he had been killed. With many bullet wounds to the head, John had not taken his time with this victim, and nor had he had the time to properly feed from it.
Punching his fangs through the vampire, John slowly fed from it, allowing his body to feel the change and take in the blood. It had a bittersweet taste that John had been familiar with. The blood itself was not the reason why John fed from vampires, but just that he was draining the life from one of his own. Cannibalism. A idea and love that John had held even as a human. Though it had been different when he was turned into a vampire, and took him a while to change his cannibalistic ideas from humans to bloodsuckers.
Feeling his tired body awaken from the blood, John made sure not to waste a single drop of the precious blood.
Finished with the blood, John stood back up and looked down at the drained corpse. "Fucking disgusting" he said as he wiped his lips with his black thermal. John had hated frozen blood, but which vampire hadn't? Although preserved, the blood still had a different taste and feel to it, and even if was some how 'heated', it had still not been the same as fresh blood.
Sitting down on a wooden chair, John took a deep breath and brushed his hair back. A week without sleep, and John's body felt horrible. His skin was paler than usual, and his eyes had a bit of red in them, obvious signs that he had been deprived of sleep. Wearing a black thermal and pants did not help with John's current condition, but only made his skin look paler.
Looking across at the bloodless corpse, John sighed and left it there as he let his mind wander.
Vorena Ariadne Delphinus - August 2, 2007 02:47 PM (GMT)
Vorena wandered through the skulled corridors of the catacombs, widely dissatisfied with the company she had managed to find herself within the day. She could, of course, have stepped out into the harsh light of day, and faced the world, in all it's pulsing, bloodied glory, but that was too much temptation. She was currently still under the feeding ban proposed by Kella, to a few select people. Vorena had wondered, when the ban had been set in place, whether Kella had assigned her to the task of preventing herself feeding in an attempt to make herself stronger. She was not sure whether to be honoured, that Kella had taken the time to assess her current strengths and weaknesses, or whether to be offended, that it was thought she needed to be made stronger. In all honesty, yes, she could go a bit potty at the sight or smell of blood, but she was usually able to keep a half-decent head. After all, no-one needed a lithe spy who couldn't handle her surroundings, right? She needed to be alert, and fresh for the job, not slumped in a corner resisting the urge to rip the throat out of a passer-by. She might fall a little short of inauspicious if she attempted to that.
Smiling softly to herself at the thought, she made herself into the mausoleum, fully intending to just look upon the rows of dead bodies, like some sort of giant and macabre meat freezer. And they were all butchers, wielding the cleavers in the form of their razor sharp teeth. Every single body within this morgue possessed identical puncture marks in varying and imaginative pulse points. It was reassuring to know they'd managed to bring down so many who thought them better than themselves. And the humans did think they were better than them, parading their 'normal' lives around them for decades, imprisoning or testing the vampires they managed to catch, or kill, cruelly. Slightly hypocritical, that V should think humans the cruel ones, when she had not so long ago killed on for no apparent reason, other than the fact she had needed to kill. She'd deprived someone of a mother, a husband, or a child, but that didn't register with her. She'd infected her own sister, who'd proceeded to go and throw herself off some random building because she couldn't cope with the stress. The curse had ripped apart Vorena's home life, so she would proceed to rip apart other peoples'.
She didn't acknowledge John immediately, as she ran his finger along the various steel drawers, half challenging one of them to spring open, revealing a victim of the undead. A good fight was what she needed; someone to rise to the challenge. Hell, she'd even beaten the shit out of her poor trainer, Nathaniel, earlier. He was renowned for basically being a hard bastard, it must have been a slight blow to his egotistical self to be beaten by a woman. Oh well, whoever said PMT was bad thing? If it enabled you to take down a man worth two of you in weight then so be it; she'd live with the consequences.
Vorena preferred not to eat from the frozen corpses if she could. If Kella told not to drink, she wouldn't. She slowly turned to face John.
"Has she put the feeding ban on you, too?" She asked, thinking Kella wouldn't be altogether too pleased if she found him drinking from a corpse, no less.
John Daniel Torrance - August 2, 2007 07:41 PM (GMT)
His thin arms rested gently on the chair's armrest, John let go of all the strength in his body and relaxed; his mind the only thing active. What happened for the next few minutes was pure ecstasy. Focusing only on what came from the blood he drank, John took in all the pleasures of feeding. Though the blood had been frozen and tainted to the vampire, its effect had not worn off since he had been killed and frozen.
Though John had trained himself to cut off the outside noises when he was thinking, he had been too tired this time to do so, and the sound of footsteps had forced John's eyes open. The noise had disturbed him, and for a few seconds, made his mind blank. He did not look towards the direction of the steps, but stared through the dead body that was laid down in front of him. Distorted, his mind asked many questions at once as the thoughts clashed with each other, and now John was left with a few seconds of a blank stare until his thoughts had returned.
Finally blinking again, John turned his head to see who had entered the room. Another one of Kella's workers. It had not been a secret per say, but John and the other high ranked officials had been asked to keep quiet about her identity. Turning his head back to look at the body, John signed and relaxed his muscles again as he felt a bit of pain in his head. When he was asked a question, the vampire hesitated to answer, waiting on a answer he already knew. ...No he answered simply without a single emotion in his voice.
"...A feeding ban...Have you done something wrong...Miss Delphinus?" John asked as he continued to stare at the vampire corpse.
Vorena Ariadne Delphinus - August 6, 2007 11:18 PM (GMT)
V studied the room, from the high, vaulted ceilings, to the strip lighting above her head. She found herself not really liking it here. It all seemed too, artificial. Like a greenhouse for the dead. It was actually quite cold down here, maybe too cold for a greenhouse, she thought as she drew her wool coat further around her. It was usually cold down in the catacombs, hence why she woke up in other people's beds...along with being fun, it was also a sure fire way of keeping warm. Sure, people could think she was a whore, but to pretend to care would be too much effort on her part. She wasn't entirely sure what John thought of her, just that they had established an alliance to make sure they got on well enough on Kella. Neither of them had ever deigned to ell each other what was really happening inside their crazy heads when they looked at each other. V wasn't even sure whether she felt anything...just a sort of indifference, and a clinical acceptance. He was part of her coven, and it would be a huge advantage if they could just...get along. Things were easier said than done, especially when you had a fiery disposition like V's, so she tried to remain relatively polite to him.
"...No" John answered her question simply, without the need to embroider his straight forward answer with unnecessary words. Words were sometimes more of a barrier than emotions were...especially when it came down to people who you shared an awkward silence with. Words could land you in trouble as well; especially if you didn't pick and choose them carefully enough. Words were like weapons, they wounded sometimes. "...A feeding ban...Have you done something wrong...Miss Delphinus?"
Had she? That thought hadn't occurred to her, maybe she had been disobedient? Oh well, she'd just have to ask Kella when she finally got around to talking to her, though she'd refuse to whine to her. If it was test to make her stronger...she had to show her resistance. "No, or at least I'm unaware if I have. Why do you feast of the frozen?"