Post by dracula on May 13, 2012 19:53:13 GMT -4
Long pail fingers strummed softly against the old antique keys of a piano while a long, slender man continued to play a dark saddened tune. One would say the music was from the soul, though for this particular gentlemen, well dressed in a suit, it was not. A soul was something damned to him. Something of his past that he long ago sacrificed. It was also a reminder of what was taken from him, his true love...
The keys strummed harder as his eyes opened, glowing in the moonlight as his lips grimaced, revealing a dangerous fang from under. Just when he thought he had an answer, everything was taken from him yet again. The soul Gem.. It was his refuge, his revenge. It was his answer. It was in his hands, sparkling before his eyes before it was taken away by an unpleasant bitch with overly exposed breast.
Long has it been for his thirst for blood, his thirst to kill, and become the monster he once was. The monster that was feared all throughout the world. The word Vampire, it had such little meaning. The stories, the tales, the Hollywood films. They made vampire seem so... Weak. They were anything but weak..
"These heroes, these mutants of modern day society." He spoke coolly in a deep Romanian voice, "They underestimate me." With that said, the man stood up, forcing the whole piano to slide across the room, slamming hard into opposite wall.
CLAP!
The sharp sound of hard paper slapping against the nice polished flooring grabbed his attention. Dracula's ears perked and his eyes quickly fell on an old book covered in dust that had fallen from the book shelf. Slowly, the tall slender vampire walked over, placing the book in his hands. Opening it, his eyes squinted for a moment before a small breeze escaped his breath, blowing the dust from the pages to reveal a horned man dancing around an unfortunate couple. His tongue was stuck out, seemed to be taunting them, insulting them, and shaking an annoying shaker before them. It was a man of mischief, a god of one, infact.
"Loki..."
A smile slowly spread across Dracula's face as he caressed the page, seeming to have found a solution to his problems. It was time for Dracula to dig into some of his magical roots...
The keys strummed harder as his eyes opened, glowing in the moonlight as his lips grimaced, revealing a dangerous fang from under. Just when he thought he had an answer, everything was taken from him yet again. The soul Gem.. It was his refuge, his revenge. It was his answer. It was in his hands, sparkling before his eyes before it was taken away by an unpleasant bitch with overly exposed breast.
Long has it been for his thirst for blood, his thirst to kill, and become the monster he once was. The monster that was feared all throughout the world. The word Vampire, it had such little meaning. The stories, the tales, the Hollywood films. They made vampire seem so... Weak. They were anything but weak..
"These heroes, these mutants of modern day society." He spoke coolly in a deep Romanian voice, "They underestimate me." With that said, the man stood up, forcing the whole piano to slide across the room, slamming hard into opposite wall.
CLAP!
The sharp sound of hard paper slapping against the nice polished flooring grabbed his attention. Dracula's ears perked and his eyes quickly fell on an old book covered in dust that had fallen from the book shelf. Slowly, the tall slender vampire walked over, placing the book in his hands. Opening it, his eyes squinted for a moment before a small breeze escaped his breath, blowing the dust from the pages to reveal a horned man dancing around an unfortunate couple. His tongue was stuck out, seemed to be taunting them, insulting them, and shaking an annoying shaker before them. It was a man of mischief, a god of one, infact.
"Loki..."
A smile slowly spread across Dracula's face as he caressed the page, seeming to have found a solution to his problems. It was time for Dracula to dig into some of his magical roots...