Post by Persephone Thanatos on Jun 19, 2011 21:04:54 GMT -5
There are some things an innocent victim cannot explain. But for those who are not so innocent, the demand for explanation should always be expected. Claude Valparisio knew this but never thought it would ever pertain to him. He was a Master Vampire, for fuck’s sake! Shit like this didn’t happen to him and certainly not after he’d broken his ties to the Brotherhood at long last. The first sign jolted him from slumber in the wee hours before dusk, propelling him to consciousness and movement. Very few had the power to pull him that way. And only one was in the vicinity.
The moment for redemption had arrived. Clarification from the Vatican as had dual Writs of Execution not only from the European Union but the American courts as well. There had been some debate on letting Executioner Thanatos be the one to carry them out, but there was no other. Not in that part of the United States anyway. There had been only one stipulation…that she get to carry it out without back-up. Surprisingly enough, the request had been granted.
The fight to deny the call had begun. Claude was resistant at first; clawing at the satin draped walls of the coffin he slept within. But it was futile. He could not ignore or fight the Call any more than he could deny his own nature. But, she’d be taken care of when they got face to face. He’d gut the bitch and drink until he was drunk on her blood. She’d messed with him for the last fucking time. Thankfully for him this was an overcast day in Seattle, the threat of sunlight damaging his skin was slim to none with the grey skies and lack of real light. It was still an annoyance, however, stepping out of his lair in nothing but his skivvies.
The cemetery would be the perfect setting. Granted, it didn’t have the implements of torture that Persephone would have liked, but she was a maestro and improv was her forte. Blood, her powerful blood, had been spent, dripping upon the artifact that had been left to her by her precious Monsignore. The ritual complete, all she needed now was the appearance of the man that, well, deserved no less then she was about to deliver. The laundry list of the vampire’s crimes was long and unforgiving. The final nail in his coffin, no pun intended, had been the vicious, premeditated murder of the Monsignore and the demise of those living and training with him, four children, untrained in their respective powers, now lost to the world.
Preternatural speed. Claude had it in spades. And it was because of it he moved quickly through the streets of Seattle until he bore through the gates of the cemetery to where the bitch stood in wait. He had to admit she looked fucking hawt. Black leather clung to her lithe frame making her look a lot like the character of Selene in the Underworld series. When he got close enough, he flashed his fangs at her and snarled, even as she used her power to force him to his knees. Through it all, her face gave nothing away, not a shred of emotion would be shown or spared. He simply was not worthy of such.
“End this now, Necromancer…” He hissed at her, practically foaming at the mouth, his eyes dark and cold, his temper clearly getting the best of him….
To be continued.
The moment for redemption had arrived. Clarification from the Vatican as had dual Writs of Execution not only from the European Union but the American courts as well. There had been some debate on letting Executioner Thanatos be the one to carry them out, but there was no other. Not in that part of the United States anyway. There had been only one stipulation…that she get to carry it out without back-up. Surprisingly enough, the request had been granted.
The fight to deny the call had begun. Claude was resistant at first; clawing at the satin draped walls of the coffin he slept within. But it was futile. He could not ignore or fight the Call any more than he could deny his own nature. But, she’d be taken care of when they got face to face. He’d gut the bitch and drink until he was drunk on her blood. She’d messed with him for the last fucking time. Thankfully for him this was an overcast day in Seattle, the threat of sunlight damaging his skin was slim to none with the grey skies and lack of real light. It was still an annoyance, however, stepping out of his lair in nothing but his skivvies.
The cemetery would be the perfect setting. Granted, it didn’t have the implements of torture that Persephone would have liked, but she was a maestro and improv was her forte. Blood, her powerful blood, had been spent, dripping upon the artifact that had been left to her by her precious Monsignore. The ritual complete, all she needed now was the appearance of the man that, well, deserved no less then she was about to deliver. The laundry list of the vampire’s crimes was long and unforgiving. The final nail in his coffin, no pun intended, had been the vicious, premeditated murder of the Monsignore and the demise of those living and training with him, four children, untrained in their respective powers, now lost to the world.
Preternatural speed. Claude had it in spades. And it was because of it he moved quickly through the streets of Seattle until he bore through the gates of the cemetery to where the bitch stood in wait. He had to admit she looked fucking hawt. Black leather clung to her lithe frame making her look a lot like the character of Selene in the Underworld series. When he got close enough, he flashed his fangs at her and snarled, even as she used her power to force him to his knees. Through it all, her face gave nothing away, not a shred of emotion would be shown or spared. He simply was not worthy of such.
“End this now, Necromancer…” He hissed at her, practically foaming at the mouth, his eyes dark and cold, his temper clearly getting the best of him….
To be continued.
