Post by grotchops on Feb 27, 2009 20:51:27 GMT
The Professor decided it was about time to return to the wine cellar and confront Dillan but first he had to check for the presence of a specific sort of vamperic energy that only makers could emit when searching for their children. And the only way he could do it was in his own secret chambers he had rarely needed to go there but it was unavoidable but he would have to do it with great care because the Vampire’s were now extra alert to every movement he made, their adrenalin was pumping like fire through their vein’s he could feel it, they were now as much a danger to him as were the approaching makers. He let his mind project itself to the cellar to make sure they were distracted he could see them pacing, milling around each other talking about him. Now was the moment they wouldn’t notice that he was gone until they calmed themselves down, but he did notice the calmness radiating from Karl, my this young man had come a long way in his development . Realizing that at least one vampire would notice his disappearance now, even that thought could not refrain him from doing what needed to be done.
Murdoch returned to his bedroom and with a slight gesture of his hand the led light of the security camera winked off. He went to the far side of his bedroom in the darkest corner of room, you could just discern a full length mirror the cracks in it’s framework betraying it’s age, the exquisitely carved figures depicting gargoyles ,wolves and owls emitted an ethereal beauty with underlying secrets untold, at the crest of the mirror a golden orb was sunken into the wood and seemed to begin to throb and emit a golden incandescence as if recognizing him as he stood before it, he composed himself looking at his reflection it began to shimmer then represent molten silver with a golden aura, and then he walked towards it and passed through it with a shimmer and whiff of smoke to enter his private alcoves. He loved being here everything that he had accumulated in his lifetime was present. There were books shelves as far as the eye could see filled with ancient tomes of books and if one looked closer many were rare first draft editions for they had never been in print before as if passed on by the writer himself, hand written, priceless in their knowledge and age, indescribable statues, Eypgtian, Mayan, Aztec, Roman so diverse in culture, symbols of long past ages, rows on rows of ancient scrolls filled with notations, spells and incantations dating back almost to when the written word began. And the one thing that was so unusual was the lighting, as soon as he stepped in the chamber adjoining the alcove it seemed as if light from the ceiling flooded every crevice with a gentle luminance . In the middle of the chamber was an ancient cauldron wrought around the belly were mystical figures of beast and human’s entwined as if in an passionate embrace the workmanship so exquisite it seemed to exude life in that soft incandescent light. The water seemed to come alive with a gentle motion, ripples emerging on the outer rim of the cauldron progressing slowly to the centre, as if the light that was concentrating its rays on it was causing these ripples to emerge, the reflections splayed over the walls from the water contained within it. The Professor walked towards it solemnly, stopped before it moved his right hand over the surface of the water slowly muttering an incantation softly under his breath, then slowly with breath taking beauty a translucent orb rose up breaking the surface of the water to hover a few centimeters before him.
The shimmering colors began to swirl faster, and then in an instance seemed to throb and blacken revealing an image of a figure, Duke of The Cold Wastes, Incubus, dark and foreboding, turning so one could the his features , that of a Vampire driven by blood lust, fangs dripping a vicious countenance, eyes still filled with the blood urge, this was the . Then the indifference when letting his victim drop to the floor a mere child, but what did he care, his hunger had been growing since the full moon, when his psyches was blasted with that overpowering call to find his child. Yes the one who escaped him Drew, how he loved antagonizing that one, humiliate him to the very core of his being. How dare he leave his maker, this thought outraged him so, he snarled venomously wait until he found him, Vampire makers never killed their children but he just might break the rules with his child. But he had difficulty in trying to judge where he should go because the closer he seemed to get to the source of the call, the more resonating , overpowering, smothering his senses. The orb showed he was fast approaching Mansbridge, but his blood urge was driving him to distraction, his journey would still take him about 2 days to get there at least at the pace that he was travelling.
Then once again the orb throbbed, what was this Patsy La Rue was being shown, in full ornate and blustering in full attack she found herself another victim her third tonight, why was she so hungry in her long life she hadn’t experienced this terrible hunger, and then that call from her child, Merrill, she felt confused she felt as if her child had called her before but she wasn’t sure she couldn’t remember and now she was calling her . One thing she vaguely remembered was meeting someone she first thought was human but wasn’t, what was he and why was she remembering someone she couldn’t have possibly have met before or had she, Patsy was totally confused. She shook her head disdainfully as if to clear her mind, she had more important things to do, follow that primeval call the bond between the Maker and her child. It ripped through her, she was determined to follow this calling and she needed to join with her child again. The orb throbbed once again, the Professor sighed deeply what he had feared was occurring all the Makers were converging on the Academy, the orb found another maker.
A regal figure with the air of nobility surrounding him the only thing that detracted from that image was the fact that he had just fed, a woman lay lifeless at his feet his face covered in blood she had fought him till the very end, and he was smirking with vicious satisfaction. His clothing was old almost from around the beginning of the Russian Revolution, fine silk shirt, leotards and a long coat but very well tailored. He had such an arrogant air as if his victim should have been proud that he had chosen her. This Vampire was Essie’s maker her Uncle Darcy Choiseul.
Then the orb throbbed again, at first there was this piercingly sharp sound a vicious laugh then followed by a sound of deep fulfillment , this was indeed Orlando Beau Pre, Marty’ s Maker, a Vampire who bordered on a slim line of sanity. The older he became the more progressively insane he became. Tonight he had lost his grip on sanity and had feasted on at least a dozen victims, his mind was a blaze with the Fury, he was now a mindless predator killing indiscriminately just for the kill, not even bothering to feed off all of them. The only thing that pierced his insanity was that call from his child, he didn’t know what to do. But then he decided in his warped mind he would follow that call and he would kill anyone who crossed his path.
The orb throbbed again, revealing a younger Vampire, Margrave this was Karl’s Maker, he also had apparently fed, but his countenance was not as savage as the other Makers, but more conniving, calculating. Since he had felt the call of his child, he had been making plans of how he would bridal his rebellious child and make sure he never planned to desert his maker again.
The orb darkened once again then the swirling colors reappeared, slowly it gravitated down to the surface of the water shimmered in a burst of silver and sank once again back to womb where it came from.
The Professor looked around his archives thinking to himself, I have to take a means of protection with me when I go the cellar, because if either of the Vampire’s decided to attack he would have to be prepared. Yes that was it he thought he had an old golden pentagram with the symbol of the convocation, on a golden chain, it had been made hundreds of years ago by a wizened alchemist well versed in magic, while making it had instilled qualities of protection in the chain, so that whosoever wears it would be protected against evil and different sorts of magic. He removed the chain from its hidden consigns, held it briefly in his hands and then draped the chain around his neck. He decided not hide it under his shirt, it wasn’t such a large chain but it would bring some discomfort to his chest. It was healing well but was still was tender to the touch. And he couldn’t afford to show any weakness in the following hours. So taking one last look at his chambers he sighed it was now time to meet Dillan, and confront the young Vampire’s. He returned to the alcove where he had entered, there was that majestic mirror waiting for him a portal back to Mansbridge. Once again he stood before it, composed himself and passed through it in a shimmering of light and a whiff of smoke, he now stood in his bedroom with his back to the mirror, but he noticed that the warning light of the security camera had been activated. He knew that at least Vampire had seen what happened and now he would have to wait and see what he would do with that knowledge.
Murdoch returned to his bedroom and with a slight gesture of his hand the led light of the security camera winked off. He went to the far side of his bedroom in the darkest corner of room, you could just discern a full length mirror the cracks in it’s framework betraying it’s age, the exquisitely carved figures depicting gargoyles ,wolves and owls emitted an ethereal beauty with underlying secrets untold, at the crest of the mirror a golden orb was sunken into the wood and seemed to begin to throb and emit a golden incandescence as if recognizing him as he stood before it, he composed himself looking at his reflection it began to shimmer then represent molten silver with a golden aura, and then he walked towards it and passed through it with a shimmer and whiff of smoke to enter his private alcoves. He loved being here everything that he had accumulated in his lifetime was present. There were books shelves as far as the eye could see filled with ancient tomes of books and if one looked closer many were rare first draft editions for they had never been in print before as if passed on by the writer himself, hand written, priceless in their knowledge and age, indescribable statues, Eypgtian, Mayan, Aztec, Roman so diverse in culture, symbols of long past ages, rows on rows of ancient scrolls filled with notations, spells and incantations dating back almost to when the written word began. And the one thing that was so unusual was the lighting, as soon as he stepped in the chamber adjoining the alcove it seemed as if light from the ceiling flooded every crevice with a gentle luminance . In the middle of the chamber was an ancient cauldron wrought around the belly were mystical figures of beast and human’s entwined as if in an passionate embrace the workmanship so exquisite it seemed to exude life in that soft incandescent light. The water seemed to come alive with a gentle motion, ripples emerging on the outer rim of the cauldron progressing slowly to the centre, as if the light that was concentrating its rays on it was causing these ripples to emerge, the reflections splayed over the walls from the water contained within it. The Professor walked towards it solemnly, stopped before it moved his right hand over the surface of the water slowly muttering an incantation softly under his breath, then slowly with breath taking beauty a translucent orb rose up breaking the surface of the water to hover a few centimeters before him.
The shimmering colors began to swirl faster, and then in an instance seemed to throb and blacken revealing an image of a figure, Duke of The Cold Wastes, Incubus, dark and foreboding, turning so one could the his features , that of a Vampire driven by blood lust, fangs dripping a vicious countenance, eyes still filled with the blood urge, this was the . Then the indifference when letting his victim drop to the floor a mere child, but what did he care, his hunger had been growing since the full moon, when his psyches was blasted with that overpowering call to find his child. Yes the one who escaped him Drew, how he loved antagonizing that one, humiliate him to the very core of his being. How dare he leave his maker, this thought outraged him so, he snarled venomously wait until he found him, Vampire makers never killed their children but he just might break the rules with his child. But he had difficulty in trying to judge where he should go because the closer he seemed to get to the source of the call, the more resonating , overpowering, smothering his senses. The orb showed he was fast approaching Mansbridge, but his blood urge was driving him to distraction, his journey would still take him about 2 days to get there at least at the pace that he was travelling.
Then once again the orb throbbed, what was this Patsy La Rue was being shown, in full ornate and blustering in full attack she found herself another victim her third tonight, why was she so hungry in her long life she hadn’t experienced this terrible hunger, and then that call from her child, Merrill, she felt confused she felt as if her child had called her before but she wasn’t sure she couldn’t remember and now she was calling her . One thing she vaguely remembered was meeting someone she first thought was human but wasn’t, what was he and why was she remembering someone she couldn’t have possibly have met before or had she, Patsy was totally confused. She shook her head disdainfully as if to clear her mind, she had more important things to do, follow that primeval call the bond between the Maker and her child. It ripped through her, she was determined to follow this calling and she needed to join with her child again. The orb throbbed once again, the Professor sighed deeply what he had feared was occurring all the Makers were converging on the Academy, the orb found another maker.
A regal figure with the air of nobility surrounding him the only thing that detracted from that image was the fact that he had just fed, a woman lay lifeless at his feet his face covered in blood she had fought him till the very end, and he was smirking with vicious satisfaction. His clothing was old almost from around the beginning of the Russian Revolution, fine silk shirt, leotards and a long coat but very well tailored. He had such an arrogant air as if his victim should have been proud that he had chosen her. This Vampire was Essie’s maker her Uncle Darcy Choiseul.
Then the orb throbbed again, at first there was this piercingly sharp sound a vicious laugh then followed by a sound of deep fulfillment , this was indeed Orlando Beau Pre, Marty’ s Maker, a Vampire who bordered on a slim line of sanity. The older he became the more progressively insane he became. Tonight he had lost his grip on sanity and had feasted on at least a dozen victims, his mind was a blaze with the Fury, he was now a mindless predator killing indiscriminately just for the kill, not even bothering to feed off all of them. The only thing that pierced his insanity was that call from his child, he didn’t know what to do. But then he decided in his warped mind he would follow that call and he would kill anyone who crossed his path.
The orb throbbed again, revealing a younger Vampire, Margrave this was Karl’s Maker, he also had apparently fed, but his countenance was not as savage as the other Makers, but more conniving, calculating. Since he had felt the call of his child, he had been making plans of how he would bridal his rebellious child and make sure he never planned to desert his maker again.
The orb darkened once again then the swirling colors reappeared, slowly it gravitated down to the surface of the water shimmered in a burst of silver and sank once again back to womb where it came from.
The Professor looked around his archives thinking to himself, I have to take a means of protection with me when I go the cellar, because if either of the Vampire’s decided to attack he would have to be prepared. Yes that was it he thought he had an old golden pentagram with the symbol of the convocation, on a golden chain, it had been made hundreds of years ago by a wizened alchemist well versed in magic, while making it had instilled qualities of protection in the chain, so that whosoever wears it would be protected against evil and different sorts of magic. He removed the chain from its hidden consigns, held it briefly in his hands and then draped the chain around his neck. He decided not hide it under his shirt, it wasn’t such a large chain but it would bring some discomfort to his chest. It was healing well but was still was tender to the touch. And he couldn’t afford to show any weakness in the following hours. So taking one last look at his chambers he sighed it was now time to meet Dillan, and confront the young Vampire’s. He returned to the alcove where he had entered, there was that majestic mirror waiting for him a portal back to Mansbridge. Once again he stood before it, composed himself and passed through it in a shimmering of light and a whiff of smoke, he now stood in his bedroom with his back to the mirror, but he noticed that the warning light of the security camera had been activated. He knew that at least Vampire had seen what happened and now he would have to wait and see what he would do with that knowledge.