Monday, 12 November 2012
05:42:17 PM (GMT)
To call the scene a mess would be an understatement. A lone figure stood in the
entrance of the alley, the moonlit mist casting a mystical glow around her feet, the
soft glow of the freshly lit streetlamps illuminating her from behind. Her face was
in shadow, yet was still visibly pale, with dark, deep-set eyes scanning the body in
front of her. Her head tilted slowly to the side, as if to get a better view of the
corpse, but she spoke into the shadows, her voice a velveteen wave of song, "A pity,
Renfield. You're quite sure that she was dead before you found her?"
There was an animalistic shuffle from the previously still darkness, and an uneven,
hoarse breathing pattern became audible, "Yes, Mistress... About an hour dead,
Mistress, and her guts had spilled EVERYWHE-"
"Renfield!" The sound that emitted from the Mistress's lips could barely pass as a
voice, even though it formed a word. It was a harsh hiss, a stark difference from
her usual softness. The creature scampered further back into the blackness, a very
dim reflection of candlelight in his pale, unnerving eyes. Without another word, nor
waiting for an apology from the sharply dressed man who was crouched in the shadows,
the woman turned, the black velvet cloak that somehow seemed to match her voice
rippled gently, catching on the wind as the fabric changed subtly. It was an angry
change, a dark change, and the velvet dissolved into leather.
The rest of the transformation happened quickly, the tangibly thick mists winding
respectfully around the woman's slender, intimidating figure before she disappeared,
a large bat darting out of the fog and disappearing into the night, flying towards
the forbidding walls of Carfax Castle.
Last edited: 12 November 2012