Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jan 7, 2010 0:22:52 GMT -6
((Author's notes: The following work is purely fictitious. Any relation to real world events is purely coincidental. Vampires are most likely not real and on the off chance they are we still would not know it. Let that keep you up at night.))
"I dream of the first times,
the longest memory,
I speak of the first times,
the oldest father,
I sing of the first times,
and the dawn of darkness."
-Book of Nod, Chronicle of Caine 1:1-3
"I dream of the first times,
the longest memory,
I speak of the first times,
the oldest father,
I sing of the first times,
and the dawn of darkness."
-Book of Nod, Chronicle of Caine 1:1-3
*The scene opens upon the gleaming city of New York, New York. A gleaming jewel as the dusk of evening begins transitioning into the night sky. The brilliant red of dusk slowly replaced with the glowing of lights emanating from the skyline. Suddenly as the camera shows this a voice booms from nowhere, a man's voice, eloquent and sophisticated begins to speak. It's british accent sprinkled with age and a seemingly serious tone.*
Voice (off screen): The world is filled with ignorant people. People who are blind to the truth. The truth which is all around them. A horrible truth that should they know, should they ever discover, would erase the very cornerstones of their reality. This truth, this horrid secret is simple...
*The camera pans over the city skyline and down to the darkest alleys, to the dirty trash strewn streets of this gleaming metropolis and as we peer down into the grime and muck we shift slightly to a small storm drain and as an unseen person walks by for a split second we see eyes glimmering in the darkness of the drain itself. Catlike reflective eyes staring up at the grim, grisly decor of the squalid streets.*
Voice (off screen): Monsters are real.
*With that the camera jerks up from the drain across the street to a flashing neon lighted building. The sign simply reads "The Midnight Club" and as the camera moves further it pierces the facade of the solid oak doors. Opening them into a world of darkest fantasy. Bodies undulating under the pumping of industrialized music. People laughing, kissing, drinking amid gargoyles and statues to pagan gods. A sea of bodies dancing in the sight of concrete devils as pagan worshipers of old. The camera then pans down at one in particular. A beautiful woman with hair of crimson red. Her lips are the color of blood and her skin pale and reflective of the colored lights all around her...*
*As she moves silently flitting from undulating masses to the bar section of the revered underground nightclub her eyes look back and forth, measuring each patron with a sort of animalistic caution. The camera follows her gaze. A couple sitting at a both. The girls head tilting softly at her lover's kiss. In that instant though her lover's eyes reflect like cat's eyes as the man smiles fanged teeth. The woman looks again to the side seeing other's watching, men and women with eyes dark and horrid hiding the predator within...*
*As she glides silently through the crowd she ascends an old iron wrought staircase rising above the maddened blasphemous crowds with soft steps. Eventually she ascends to the very top a long hallway proceeds before her. Her footsteps silent on velvet carpet as she walks among them like a lost soul till at length she arrives at a set of large oak double doors. She pushes them open revealing a room with a windowed wall. The windows (actually one way mirrors) look out over the jubilation downstairs. The chamber sees all, the dancing , the celebration, the exquisite sin of each individual as they commit their acts of debauchery. At the window stands a man unlike any other that has been seen before or since. His long platinum blond hair is almost silver. His skin a pale ghostly white. His eyes are the color of emeralds and seem to glow in the dark dim light of the room, again like cat's eyes. He stares down not even acknowledging the woman who now stands present before him, four manilla envelopes in her slender pale hands. Finally the man sighs and turns away from the window. He has seen enough and with a push of a nearby button automatic shades slide over the windows hiding the shame of the patrons below. At length he speaks though his back is still turned to the woman.*
Man: What is it, Janey?
*The woman smiles softly. Her blood red lips reveal a fanged maw as she steps forward lying the envelopes on a nearby table.*
Jane: Here are the dossiers you wanted, Master. We have been collecting every bit of information that we can.
*The man turns slowly his eyes like demon's eyes in the dark light of the room. He moves forward pulling up the envelopes. Each one marked with a name, Xavier Williams, Mr. Mysterio, Tempestad, and finally Gabriel Karras. The dark man pulls Karras' file first slowly opening the package and pulling out photographs, medical records and other strange bits of information.*
Man: Well done, Janey. I am proud of you. You seem to have everything here. So, what were you able to find out?
*The woman simply smiles, glowing from the approval of her indifferent master. Her smile denotes one of pleasure and almost obsessive devotion.*
Jane: Well, Karras is a man of god as it were though his opinions are extreme to say the least. He believes in might makes right and is an avid reader of the bible. His faith maybe a problem as it seems to be absolute despite it's non-sanctioned viewpoints from the churches stance.
*The man simply sneers. He had seen the "official" stance of the church before and it was hardly the way they had acted in the past. He had seen the true face of the devoted... the stunk of death and deception as much as his own kind did.*
Man: A man of God need not worship in buildings of brick and stone to be effective, Janey. They are servants of the will of a higher being. Whether that faith is recognized by anyone matters not. All that matters is that they have faith. But one must wonder, how does a man of God stand before that which was punished by God? Does he mean to stand against the very judgment of his maker? Or does his faith manifest only in himself? The foolish man builds his house upon the sand. If he has been ill prepared for what he faces... if he does not believe in that which he fights then he will prepare for a mortal enemy and fall like all the rest.
*He bent over and picked up another envelope peeling it's top off he examined it's contents. He stared at the masked face before him. He looked at the eyes of the creature that men knew as Mr. Mysterio.*
Man: Hmmm...he looks interesting.
Jane: Yes, sir. That is Mr. Mysterio. He was rather difficult to get information on.
Man: I bet.
*He remained silent for a few seconds thumbing through the documents with a silent disdain.*
Man: Rather large. His legs will be the most likely target. He might be of some use to me in the future. Men such as he are easily manipulated and are even more likely to destroy that which gets in the way. He would make an excellent ally.
*Another moment and the man tossed the information on the table once more. In silence he sat reaching for the next envelope. The painted figure of Tempestad greeted him from it's envelope as he leaned back in his chair.*
Man: How colorful.
Jane: Yes, sir. Tempestad seems to be very popular and skilled. Out of all the others we feel he maybe the biggest threat.
Man: Indeed? Hmmm...
*He remained quiet staring at the dossier with interest. The man was obviously skilled alright but he too was skilled, he too was strong, and above all he too was hungry. Both for victory and for the very life of the man in the picture before him. His eyes narrowed and in them one can see the dreaming of taking such a man and bringing him to a broken pile before him on the floor. A smile crept on the strange man's lips.*
Man: This should be... entertaining.
*With a toss he put Tempestad's information down as he tore open the new envelope. Xavier Williams appeared before him and the sight left a chuckle upon his lips.*
Man: Well, one of these things is not like the others.
Jane: Yes, sir. That is Xavier Williams.
Man: A bit out of place in this match isn't he?
Jane: Perhaps, sir. But he is still dangerous and strong. He is not to be underestimated.
*The mysterious man simply raised an amused eyebrow staring at the basic information. He looked at the pictures of the man's devastating finisher. It was not something he wanted to experience. Perhaps they were right.*
Man: Well, how unusual. Still he seems the sort to get in over his head. Let's hope that for the moment one of our foes distracts him long enough for me to take advantage. The last thing I need is to suffer injury when I have only arrived.
*With that he tossed the last of the information on the table. He rose quietly adjusting the long tailor made suit he wore with a slight smirk.*
Man: Well, I had hoped for a more intimate experience for my first match but this fatal five-way seems an interesting distraction and a chance to let loose some frustration. I grow weary of hiding like a dog.
Jane: Sir, if I may? Why did you come back?
*He stopped and turned away for a brief second before tilting his head down.*
Man: You wouldn't understand, Janey. I am a warrior. It was what I was raised to be. It is all I know. Battle is all that lives inside me anymore. Not since...
*With that the camera flashes images. A woman falling in flowing white. A scream. A chapel wet with rain and flashes of lightning. Suddenly it snaps back to the man as he begins to walk to a single non-descript backroom door. Suddenly she calls behind him.*
Jane: I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to...
Man: Yes, you did, Jane. But it is alright now. I understand your concern.
*With that he opened the door. A long stairwell hidden from prying eyes laid before him. In the dark of the stairwell not a word was spoken until at length they came upon a hidden subterranean hall. Several doors aligned it's massive domed structure. Here hidden within the sewers of the massive metropolis lied a kingdom unseen by human eyes and it's King stood there admiring his hall. Jane smiled at the breathtaking display of grotesque art and statues that no mortal eyes had seen and it is here that she knew her master would rest.*
Man: Is my bed prepared?
Jane: Yes, Master.
Man: And my food?
Jane: Waiting for you, sire.
*With that the man known only by the name Sephiroth du Lac opened the door before him. There laying upon a canopy bed of silk and satin was a young girl of teenage years. Her face was painted, her body pale. There was also a deadness in her eyes, a blank unexpressionable sorrow as she laid there and all around her neck and arms were puncture marks. She was a blood doll and Jane knew she was one of her master's favorites.*
Seph: An excellent choice, Janey. You have done well.
Jane: Thank you, Master. Shall I arrange transportation for you?
*Seph smiled at the young girl his fancy already turning to "other affairs"*
Seph: No I'll be fine, Janey. I think I'll travel the... usual way.
Jane: Very good, sir.
Seph: Leave me.
Jane: Of course, my master.
*With that she knelt beside him and kissed his hand softly. Snuggling beside it as he looked down annoyed at her. Finally she rose up and was gone. Seph smiled at the beauty before him and with a smile and slender hands shut the door behind him...*
Two days later...
*The simple gas station that Earl worked at sat far into the desert leading into the state of California. Though it was hardly used anymore Earl maintained it everyday. It was his life. Well that and wrasslin' Earl never missed a minute of wrasslin' watching it on the old TV that was hooked up in the shop. Everyday he'd bring in old tapes he'd ordered off the TV in the old days. He'd watch shows from LWF or XWF or even the old TIWF shows. Today he had in an old video from the LWF one he had almost forgotten about. Ten years of age on the tape made it warble a bit but he was still enjoying the old matches before him. Suddenly the TV began warbling and flitting. Staticing as if there was some sort of distortion. Earl beat on it a couple times till finally the TV stopped and Earl heard the bell for the door. Earl couldn't believe his luck. He hadn't had a customer in days but the tape was getting to his favorite part. The shadow of a man suddenly blocked his light as Earl became annoyed by the stranger's presence. While the person asked him questions he kept watching his TV watching the appearance of Big Boa in a ladder match against some guy in a vampire get up.*
Man: Excuse me... I'm wondering if this is the road to Death Valley?
Earl: Yeah, it is, what of it?
Man: Well, is there another gas station further up the road?
Earl: Nah, this here's the last gas station for at least twenty miles.
Man: Well then, by all means...
*With that as Earl watched the camera close up on the vampire guy the stranger slammed his hand down laying a hundred dollar bill down covered with a strange red stain as if from human blood on it. Earl looked up to see the same Vampire man standing before him. He hadn't aged a day and his fangs glistened white under the cheap florescent light.*
Seph: Fill me up.
*With that the figure lunged as the camera picks up on Earl's vision and the camera goes static and fades to black.*