Deadtown

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

Sleeping soundly I did not hear, see nor sense as the darkness crept into my room. Pouring like water through cracks and crevices, it came for me. The temperature in the room dropped dramticly and I curled tighter into the blankets.
My mind tried to draw on the inner strength that just was not there to awake me and warn me. Dreams unlike anything I have ever had before flashed through my mind, raising my temperature and making me shift on the bed. Inside my mind thousands of hands, lips and tongues bathed, caressed and teased my skin. Awakening the desires deep inside to fornicate.
The fog crept closer to the bed, rolling over the floor is made a roaring sound as It came forward. Gently at first and climbing in cresedo as it came closer. Its milky essence seeping over the bed, up and over the lower half, creeping up the sleeping form. It was hungry, it needed something from this creature.
I moaned in my sleep, heating up despite the cold air seen coming from my parted lips. Pushing the blankets down and away, my head tossed from side to side as I terrorized look came over my features.
Something was wrong, Something was in this room with me and it was not friendly. Though it felt friendly,I felt the thing ebbing away my strength. Sucking me dry of my life force as it crept over my skin. Cold, colder than I ever felt before, I naturally scooted away from it, but by then it was too late for me. I could go no where on the bed to escape this creeping darkness.
It wrapped over the bed and the sleeping form beneath. It made a cocoon and slowly pressed downwards. I opened my mouth, crying out in my sleep, unable to wake myself. I felt panic set in and thrashed wildly under the sufforcating pressure above me. I could not draw breath, I could not move and I could not make my eyes open.
I cried out in my nightmare/ reality, unable to draw enough of myself to wake.
It bore down on me harder, pressing. seeping between my parted lips as I make a choking sound. It cut off my air, which I did not need, but it began to feed.
Tenticles moved over my skin, rippling it with unseen touches. The viens on my face stood out and ripped as if something was swimming under my skin. I could not cry out, my mouth held open by something I could not stop nor push away. My chest came off the bed as my head fell backwards, eyes opening finally but unseeing what was above me.
I clawed the bed, desperate to grip something and pull myself away as I felt wetness dripping down my face. Looking above the bed into the mirrors above I seen myself. Terror unlike anything I had ever felt tore through me. My eyes blinked as I tried to draw air, nothing was over me! Not one damned thing was visable in this mirror, yet I was pinned. Blood red tears seeped down my cheeks, I seen their crimson path clearly in the mirror. Along with the veins standing out, my mouth agape. My chest was bare, and there too the Veins stood out grotesquely. I tried to scream again, trying to move anything to escape!
I watched in horror in the mirror and all over my face and upper body my veins burst and rivlets of blood began to roll down my skin, but not to the bed, into some unseen force above me...

He fed, sucking from this vampire the essence he needed to form a body once again, he sucked and sucked, draining her with his whole being. Her blood flowed up into him and he began to take shape. The blood traveled through his veins and they were visable, he could see her fear in her eyes as she stared into the mirror above. What he seen was her body beneath him slowly concaving in on it's self as she was litterally drank dry. Her face caved in, her lips going flat and her lids coming away from her eyes. Her nose looked like that of a mummy. She was dying and he was doing it to her. He grinned and renewed his efforts to drink from her until she was nothing but dust...

He left the apartment, leaving behind one very dried out corpse for her friends to find. If she had any that is. He glanced up at the neighboring tower. New comers were within, and yes they soon would have the same fate as that last vampire did.. All in good time. For now he would move off to find a warewolf or two to feed from. He wanted his body and he wanted his power back. To get it he had to feed off of the dead. To gain back what was taken from him, he had to take from the skilled, the old, even the diseased until his form was solid and human like once more.


by by Izabella

 

[Lacewing]

OOC: awwwww *sniffles* bye bye Izabella!


IC:

She stopped. Rachel stopped and stared unseeing but for a look of pure horror passing over her usualy bland features.

Death had come to death. And it was one she knew.

She fell to her knees and hugged herself ignoring the sudden chill to her dead skin.

Then it passed and she returned as if nothing happened. Though part of her knew that when the news came of someone's death she would not be surprised.

 

[BadForm]

She

OOC: You may have chosen the right person to kill off, AR - not for any malicious thoughts to SP, but simply because that was such a wonderfully written death scene it sets a high standard for the rest of us. Congratulations, SP, and a sad farewell to Izzie.

IC: I awoke with a start. My once pleasant dreams suddenly turned into a nightmare filled with the scent of blood, then ashes. What had happened, I did not know, but something told me it was more than just a dream. I looked down at the slumbering form of Raven, still with his arm around me, and was glad he was still there. For a second I thought it was his death that penetrated my dreams, and the ashes were the crumbling of his part-vampiric body. Now I knew at least that he was safe.

I needed to get up though. The thoughts I was having were too troubling to stay in bed with. I eased his arm from my and climbed out of bed. Dressing in silence I left the room to find the pus-blood.

"Did something just happen?" I ask when I finally find her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: ar didnt pick me to die nor to kill off my character, I did it of my own free will

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel looked up from her work "A vampire has died" she responds her vioce abnormally cold "I believe it was.." she apuses and then wisperes "Izabelle, but I cannot be sure. It.. felt like her"

 

[BadForm]

She

"The blueblood?" I was surprised that anyone had got close enough to touch her, but nonetheless I had no reason to disbelieve her, some of the undead had certain links to the world of spirit which meant they could feel such destruction. "Well, I won't claim to be sorry, she was as big a murderess as any other vampire. Wonder what that does to the shop though..."

OOC: Well, whoever chose to do it, it was a beautifully written death scene. Truly inspiring.

 

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: Izabella called her lawyer before her death and spoke to her lawyer. Everything she owned and all her money will go to... *drum roll*.... Rachel

 

[Lacewing]

"If it was her, Since everything was paid for with the biulding I do not see why it should not go on I do not htink she has an heir, so I can likely keep the shop so long as no one tries to take it. Then if they do. I have my supplies and now list of suppliers. I can start again somewhere else." She responded her vioce dead "I.. think the killer was.. something.. It felt.. strong. I have felt it before but I can not think of were"

OOC: hee hee Cool. Rachel, now the richest zombie on the block and she don't know it yet

 

[BadForm]

She

"The fog..." I looked at her confused expression and smiled. "Theres a fog rolling through this city each night. I saw it last night. It claims people, makes the want sex and if they have an orgasm in the fog, strips them to the bone. I guess she got lynched by her own desires."

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel thought a long moment then tilted her head "I remember seeing it the first night here, but it didn't have the.. solid.. feel this does. I did not know it was dangerous. I felt nothing"

She pulled a stitch through and outfit tieing it off and changing the subject on she "Will you try this on? I finished it, it's not leather. That won't come in for a few more days, but I think the faded demin will look quite flatering on you." she held out a vest and jean combo. Somehow she guesed She's size and came up with an outfit that was more than flattering.

Rachel left the garments in She's hands and went back to the patterns and other items stretched out for use. Since the first shipment of fabric came she was working nonstop and had several outfits nearly done. Some for display at the front of the store, some for costumers and preorders. Many though would have to wait since she hadn't gotten the leather oviously.

But one set she was rather disapointed would not be made. Because she would not bare having them even on display.

Those meant for Izabelle

 

[The GrandMage]

Zernandil

He whistled as he walked down the street. The noonday sun beat down on the asphalt, showing that there was almost no one about. He smiled as he made his way to the towers, and unlocked the door. Taking the lift upstairs, he whistled to himself. Upon stepping off though, he noticed something odd. In almost any state of life after puberty, the spirit had a certain aspect of sexuality to it. He frowned. He didn't feel it. Walking into the bedroom, he saw something on the bed. His feet sank into the carpet as he stepped closer, looking at the dead body with disinterest.

He frowned. "The fog, was it? You know, that fog has been moving in on my territory. And I have to say, I dislike it when things come in and kill all the willing females. Granted, there are many left, but this thing is a plague. I suppose I should go see how long it plans on lasting."

He stepped to the wall, and his horns began to glow softly, releasing a calm and faint light as his body lost density. He made a small jump, expanding his wings. As he came out into the light, his horns returned to the dull look of normal. His body became solid once more, and he let himself glid through the air, riding the thermals of the city as he looked around for the fog, wondering if it could go out in the daylight hours.

 

[BadForm]

She

I took the denims and smiled. Leather was my normal thing, much more hardwearing than denim, and could provide that little bit extra protection in a fight. These, however, looked sexy.

"Thanks," I said as I unfastened my leathers and slipped them off, revealing absolute nudity beneath.

I put the top on first, enjoying the feeling of a slight draft over my exposed snatch. It hugged tightly, caressing every curve like a lover, yet not so tight that it hid any of my curves. She had particularly let it out around the top in a way that almost seemed to emphasise my breasts, then cinched it at the waist to hug my figure there. The pants were tight, formfitting. If anything they were almost too tight, but made to stretch so there was no way they could do anything but hug me.

I laughed. "Never really thought of clothes as part of an offensive war on the scum out there," I joked. "But I can't see any guy looking at this and doing anything but trying to pick his jaw off the ground. Nice work pus..." no, that word wouldn't come anymore. "Nice work, RACHEL, I like it."

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel smiled though it didn't quite reach her eyes. It was still an honest enough reaction.

She gathered up She's old things "Should wash these, I'll mend them. They still have wear in them."

Rachel took care of a couple of orders that came, it looked like news traveled fast and with She standing to the side looking like a sex goddess in her new threds it was great marketing.

But Rachel closed shop putting it 'out for lunch' even if she didn't need to eat, "I wish to go to Izabelle's tower. If she is dead I am sure there will be those that will need to be notified and it seems only fair since she has done so much for me."

Rachel might be dead but she wasn't without honor, "Besides. If she's dead I dought she'll miss anything" she added incase She couldn't see any other point to going to the vampire's den.

Rachel just felt, and oddly strongly, that Izabelle should not be left alone, even if she finally went from undead to really dead.

"Would you like to come She?" Rachel asked polightly as she grabbed up her bag that even now that she had a place with locks on the door she did not wish to leave behind. Habit likely.

She took up her new keys and went tot eh door "I am sure Raven will be safe here for the time being. He likely will wish to sleep till sunset. I believe we should have returned by then"

 

[BadForm]

She

"You're all heart," I sneered.

The prospect of going over to see the blueblood leeches place now she was dead didn't appeal. Nor did doing anything to help her or those she knew. They all deserved to die anyhow, especially her. Still, it wasn't like Rachel was well equipped to deal with anything that decided she looked like a snack.

"But you're gonna need someone to watch your ass if you're going over there. Guess thats me, Rachel."

I gave her a cocky smile and followed her to the door. I was nervous when I walked out onto the street, wanting to be back and watching over Raven. That was foolish though. He was safe. He WAS safe. I just had to believe that.

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel walked and reached the tower. She got in easily enough since word was left of the zombie.

And found what she expected to find in the fancy pent house. She looked at the dried corspe and sighed shaking her head, she wasn't sure what tot think though she knew she should feel something.

She didn't.

She sighed and started looking through books finding a number for a lawyer and called to give him the news in hopes he would know what other arnagments should be done and she would leave it be. She also thought of finding the paperwork for the biulding she claimed.

Then the laywer gave her suprising news which did manage to get her eyebrows into her hairline "Really?" she blinked at She who was starting to look curious as to what was said "Oh, well then. So.. ALright so I'll need to sign some paperwork? When? ALright. Thank you sir. Yes I understand."

She hung up and blinked "OUr work pretty much done here... but I have some.. interesting news. Seems Ms Izabelle left me as her heiress" she indicated the loft "This is mine now. Her lawyer will take care of the details and once it's all taken care of the propterties will be signed over to me"

Rachel was still feeling a little.. Stunned.

 

[BadForm]

She

The corpse. It could be Raven. For all that was left of it, it could be almost anyone. It seemed like every drop of water, in solution or not, had been drawn out, leaving a charred, dessicated husk. Not even female anymore, and not really looking 'dead' for dead would imply there had been life, it simply was.

Raven. Would he be safe? He had to be. I told myself that but at the back of my mind a voice said, "Yes, for now. The fog has gone. But how long will he survive, how long will you?"

Rachel was getting on with something on the phone, though what it was I couldn't hear over the thoughts playing and replaying themselves in my mind. Finally she was finished and spoke to me.

"Huh?" I said, turning to face her. "What did you say?"

She repeated it, telling me the blueblood had deeded everything to her.

"Well, congratulations," I laughed, hiding as best I could my troubled feelings. "Looks like you're going up in the world."

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel tilted herhead and watched She "Let's go back. Safer in numbers I should think yes?" and she was already starting back "I'm sure I could find a buyer for this tower. While nice it is not my type of place. I don't need to sleep after all. The shop would be easier to defend. Maybe that annouying demon would like this place?"

She was already starting to the elevator talking to keep She calm. Something to focus on. Panic was not something they needed.

It was not long before they reached the shop and rachel unlocked the door. She met up with a single construction worker who came to draft the place. The fool. Coming alone and waiting outside the shop.

She would have to see the poor sap was lead out of the deadzone safely. She watched She go up to check on Raven and talked out blueprinting plans for the upper floors.

 

[nightray]

Raven

My eyes slowly open as I feel the absence of She’s warmth next to me for a few seconds I frown wondering why that should bother me then it comes back to me. I smile broadly at the over whelming feel of love for her. I sit up stretching as I look arund wondering where she got of to. I stand up pulling on my clothes putting my shads on to protect my sensitive eyes from the sun.

I walk out the door and in to the hall tilting my head to one side lissoning for any sine of life. I frown as I her nothing weary begins to rap its self arund my spine sending chills down it. I walk down the stars and just as I set foot on the ground flour I see She and Rachel walk through the doors. I smile with relief as I see She is alright and my eyes move up and down her body taking in her new out fit. I say that looks grate on ya darling.

 

[BadForm]

She

My worries evaporate in an overwhelming sense of relief as I see Raven standing there, oggling me. His eyes look as hungry as ever and I feel like a sweet meal, eager to be devoured. Not right now though, too much sex can put you off your game.

"Rave!" I call out. "You're ok? Good"

I walk over and throw my arms around him, kissing him deeply and savoring the reality of him being alive and well. I don't even think about whether Rachel will be embarrassed by the display or not, I just need to know he is fine.

"Shit, Raven, we just got back from the blueblood's place. You wouldn't believe what happened to her. I guess she got caught in the fog, because she's dead now... not just dead either but... dessicated. It's like its drawn all the water and all the life out of her. Not that it could have happened to a better person, but it looked like she must have suffered even more than she deserved."

I stopped myself. I was running off at the mouth like a damn schoolgirl, so overwhelmed with relief to be with Raven again. I liked some of what had happened to me lately, but I was also beginning to feel weak, like the other suckers out there. If love meant losing my strength of will, I didn't know if I could risk it.

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

I looked up into her pleading eyes. "One glass. That is it though. I don't want you dying because you tried to take advantage of me." I grinned knowing that would surprise her. My attempt at a joke.

"So, what now? After the wine? Sleep? Ready to hunt again? Go see what is left in Deadtown?"

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel saw their kiss and showed no sign of embarrasement she only nodded like it was right and ok going back to her chair and the pile of peicing and sewing. As well as the pattern cutting and other tasks to be ready for some of hte next outfits.

She would have alot of work to do. She talked to the contruction guy who polightly went up to the next floors to take measurements.

 

[nightray]

Raven

I take She in to my arms hugging her tightly “I was becoming concerned when I couldn't fined you I’m glad you’re ok my love.” I say softly in to her ear. I gently nip at her ear lob before straitening with my arm arund her shoulder. I look arund the room noting the changes that was down while we sleeping.

I think “I’m not used to whering about some on like that it’s a strange fealing but being near her is more then anuf to make up for it I feal hole with her next to me like some thing in my life has been missing and now I’m compleat one more.

I look down at She and say “so the argent one is dead I frown I didn’t think any thing could have gotten through her security even fog.” I move over to the stairs sitting down watching the zombie sow.

I look at She raising an eyebrow “so what’s ya wanta do darling sit arund go to club go look for the fog?”

 

[BadForm]

She

I looked at him with relief still evident on my face as he expressed his surprise about the blueblood's death. Rachel was sowing and, it seemed, did not need our help for anything. That left us with some time free. I drew in a deep breath and wondered what I was smelling, then realised. It was hunger, the chemical mix within a vampire's body that meant they had a growing need to feed.

“So what’s ya wanta do darling, sit around, go to a club, go look for the fog?” Raven asked.

I couldn't believe the reply that was coming to my lips. Just one day ago, such a statement would have been anathema to me, but now it was the only thing that was right.

"Something tells me you need to eat," I said, looking at him nervously. "I never helped a leech find food before, Raven, but for you, let's go. Just promise me one thing: we look for someone who deserves it. Believe me, there's plenty out there in Deadtown."

 

[nightray]

Raven

I smile at She raising an eyebrow “you sheer you up to helping me fined some, and as for feeding on thows who deserve it I can do that they down taste as good though but for you I will do it.” I lean down kissing her deeply letting my tong slip between her lips.

I look up at Rachel saying “we’re going to go hunt we’ll be back later.” With that said I walk out the door with my arm around She’s waste.

I look at my bike and back down at She “Do you want to ride or walk?”

 

[BadForm]

She

"Let's ride," I said, following him to the bike and wrapping my arms tightly round him, more to feel him close than to hold on for safety.

I took him down to the old mall area, now long since abandoned. This was where the worst scum hung out, knowing that it was also where the naive came to walk, trying to remember happier days. Naieve? Stupid may be a better phrase. Prey was the best description. But not tonight.

I'd had to bite my tongue to stop lashing out when Raven had made his comment about the innocent tasting better, but then, it was possible they did. And he had promised for me that he would change his habits. That made me feel good about him, good about me maybe.

And then I smelled them - the scent of fear, of urine passed in terror. The odor of sweat and filth. Two victims, a man and a woman, out for a stroll in the worst place possible. Five attackers happy to take them for everything they had, and I didn't just mean money. I guided Raven to where they were and gave him a sick smile.

"It may not be caviar, hotpants, but how do you feel like a full meat platter?"