Lore: Alone - Vlad's Time in Aerroes - Cnt'd

[Soran Nightblade]

Thread Started by Emora Deen on July 18th, 2004

Emora:

She sat on her thrown with her bare long pale legs crossed. Her hair draped over her shoulder in one long straight mass of red and black. Red, with black streaks running through it. Her dark eyes looked around the room as the only pale light that was in the dim and evil looking place shown down on her, making her seem to glow and look more powerful than anything in the world. Her painted black lips turned into a smile as the feeling ran through her. Some one was coming...

"Mmmm..." she said and shifted in her seat as she closed her eyes to feel out where this new person was. "Come to me..." she said and felt the thrill of what he was feeling. "I'll give you what you want and more..."

Sinead had every right to call her sister names... She was most of them and proud of it. Her full seductively full lips formed a smile that would cause any mans knees to buckle with longing. Men were so weak... well... for that matter women were to... but men were more... They gave into temptation so easily. She could look one directly in the eye and could tell they wanted her... who wouldn't want her... She was so beautiful and so tempting and so... seductive that she could even turn the queerest man straight with the simple offer of her company in the night.

She only offered to certain people, those she admired or took her fancy... all had taken the idea. She could feel something burning in the heart of who ever was coming and it ignited something in her own...

She bit her bottom lip innocently in thought and she rose from her seat, walking down the three steps to the main floor. She wore no shoes, found them to uncomfortable. Her bare feet walked smoothly across the blood covered floor as she made her way to the massive window over looking her city. She would have fun with him... and then she would kill him. It was rather sad though... he would be so useful to her, but something told her he wouldn't join, no matter what she offered him. "That's it... I'm here."

Zenmusha:

(still in Ighten)

"Permission by the seal rules to access Stage A granted. Until target is immobilized, there's no need to block my abilities." Vlad grinned. "Let's get this show on the road..." He began to fade away faintly, as if light couldn't hit him... and he dissapeared.

(in Arroes)

He materialized behind Shea, fully aware of her presence inside her palace. Man, this place was dark... If she ever was defeated, he'd have to ask his Mistress to give him a Villa in Arken, one in a place the spell would endure. He admired the evil queen. Aye, she was indeed desirable. If he was an ordinary man, he'd forget all about the purposes with which he came to her home, but that was not the case. He took pleasure in his hunt, always. Even if the prey was the most beautiful woman on Heirot, which might be the case, it wouldn't deterr him. "I know you're there, Queen Shea. If what I see before me was an illusion, I'd tell. After all, I'm an illusionist myself. And a very skilled one, at that." He walked audibly towards her, standing inches from her, contemplating the view. "Nice place, love what you've done with it. Though I'd be in deep trouble if you were to do the same in Ighten. Your sister can be a real dragon at times. But what can I say, I enjoy the company of dragons." He turned to face her. "You're using that army to cross the border and try to invade, right? Well, forgive me if I dissapoint you, but it's a waste of effort. They'll be decimated, even if Ighten didn't count with my help." He passed his hand through her face. "So, want me to tell you a secret? On how to keep that pretty face?" All of a sudden, his claws sprung out, and he slashed at her cheek before teleporting to a safe distance. "Stop being a smartass wench." He readied his shields for whatever came.

Emora:

Shea clenched her teeth with a cool smile on her face as she put a hand to her cheek and turned towards him, removing her hand to reveal that his mark had gone away with out a trace. "Let me give you hint," she said as her eyes glowed red. "Never, do that again..."

She held up a hand and stepped forward, the wind picked up in the room and blew her hair around as a sheet of fire, flat like the blade on a guillotine flew towards his middle. Even if he tried to deflect it with his hand it would cut through the both. The only thing he could do was warp away... but no matter how many times he warped she would get him, it was inevitable unless he ran for his life. “You’re not that bad looking… to bad I’m going to slice that handsome little head off your shoulders. A pity in deed.”

The wind blew her hair from her shoulders to reveal a full view of her body while what little skirt she wore blew with it and she walked towards him. Any man could be tempted by her... just to different extents.

Zenmusha:

"You fit well in a place reeking with the smell of a brothel." He didn't even bother dodging the blade, that sliced through his middle section, cutting him in half. If fact, he jumped towards Shea, and winked at her. "In my room, at midnight... hehehe..." It'd be a waste of effort to dodge or block, he was sure of that. There were more creative ways to fight Shea... His insides poured out from his two halves, and twisted around, turning into small poisonous vipers. His bones and muscles melt, and turned into a Boa.

The vipers slid all the way towards Shea, wrapping themselves around her legs, bitting their poison into her. The Boa itself wrapped around her body, arresting her arms, and constricting her. Vlad looked at her through his snake head, his tongue hissing near her."My, already you find yourself wrapped in me... hehehe... Things are sure develloping fast..." He plunged his head against her throat, piercing it with his fangs. Even if he wanted to, however, he couldn't turn her into a vampire... Which was a relief. He made further pressure around her, and the vipers continued shooting their endless supply of poison (regeneration, remember?), this time faster.

Emora:

Shea gasped at the feel of the snake bites, but mostly at the boa... Then she laughed in the most evil way a woman could and she cackled lightly in beautiful dark notes. "How do I taste vampire?" she asked when she gasped again. "Completely foolish... though." She turned into a shadow of herself and walked straight through the snakes, all of them falling onto the floor. She turned and spat on the boa and then blew a kiss. Fire erupted on top of all the snakes as if she had doused them in gas and threw a match. As he burned she looked around her home.

"Smells like a brothel?" She seemed rather aggravated and moved a hand gracefully around in the air as she turned. The blood began to move slowly up into her sores as she pushed the poison out. "Hmmmm... and being wrapped in you does sound rather tempting." She stood on the head of the burning snake. "But, I like the top more..." She smiled.

Zenmusha:

"Tsk tsk... hehe..." One of the burned vipers said. "I must admit I was wrong. Brothel would be calling a good name to this filthy pit of sin." A small red pentagram appeared above the snake head Shea was stepping on, lifting it for a split second, before letting it sink on a small black portal... from which Vlad's Hellhound jumped out, grinding her leg and throwing her into the floor. The snakes slid all together to the centre of the room, and Vlad reappeared with all his glory.

"Now, let's see if how you cope with flames... Boy, set her on fire." He whistled a short tune, and the Hellhound spat out a wave of flames against Shea, as if he was a canine flamethrower. Vlad noticed the guillotine had been abandoned, and sent it flying against Shea... She'd likely send it back against him... but what the hell, he was having fun!

Emora:

Shea screamed in pain as the flames engulfed her and then the guillotine blade hit her and slammed her into the wall. Pinning her body there as she screamed and screamed until she started laughing. Yes, her scream of pain, which had been as fake as a plastic surgery, but no one could tell, turned into laughs of delight. The flames went away as if doused with water, but no water was used. Instead of sending the blade towards Vlad, she sent it to his Hellhound, hitting him and cutting of his legs. "I do so hate mutts..." she said and walked towards the vampire. "You play good... I bet you play other games just as well... how about this..." She held her hand up and a bolt of lightening broke through the ceiling and hit the ground and the wall behind Vladimir.

For a moment everything was quiet then there was a groan and a hand shot from the wall behind Vlad and wrapped it's fingers around him, squeezing until his back broke and from the ground magical bonds wrapped around his feet and hands. He would go no where. She walked forward, slowly, until her face was an inch away from his. "I really was enjoying your company and I do hate to kill you... You look rather tempting yourself, but your not my type. I like a little fire in the blood... and your just cold meat. Now, here is the question, let this continue on and then kill you... for good... or do you in now?" She tilted her head and a seductive smile came to her lips. "It was truly foolish to come here."

Zenmusha:

Vlad smiled at her question. He could allow himself that, as pain was nothing to him. Many decades of fighting had desensitized him. "What can I say... The undead tend to do foolish things to entertain them out of boredom." And with that said, he turned into hundreds of flies, and flew away from the hand and ropes... though quite a few were squashed. Vlad returned to his human self a short distance away. He was visibly tired, but kept his trademark grin. "This is good. Because of your powers, you are truly worthy of being an A target. But I thirst..."

He innhaled deeply, smelling the blood-soaked floor. Vlad rose both his hands, and the blood began flowing in his direction, climbing his legs and body, and heading towards his mouth. He drank it only half-pleased. "This blood is sickening. You really oughta get some standarts, you know? MY dog would be disgusted by it." And he was indeed. The Hellhound had regenerated its legs, and drank from a smaller stream of blood, not looking very pleased either. "Anyway, I've been nearly killed a few times, and it gets pretty old. So... here's something special."

He rose his arms, and his body began to shine. Sunshine light filled the room, as the walls and ceilling turned transparent, and the massive clouds parted, letting the sun cast its rays into the dark city of Arroes. Already the beasts could be heard shrieking and trashing downtown. "So, what's it like to have your worst fear well-known by your foes? You act strong and independent, but in fact, you're nothing but excrement who can't live neither as a human nor a goddess. No pride, no self-respect, and what's worse for you, no control overr your minions... hehehe...."

Emora:

This time Shea's scream was not fake as she shrunk back and hid her face with one hand, closing her eyes tightly. If her damn sister would not have cast that spell on her... she would be aloud to look at the sun... to see it rise again. Just because she was evil didn't mean she didn't have a heart. But, it was people like him who caused her to act as if she didn't have one....

She turned her head away from the light and held a hand in it's direction. Her hand glowed purple as she rose and turned towards him, her hair falling in front of her face as she stared dangerously at him. She walked forward and throw the light was bright... and she had not seen something so bright in so long that it hurt her eyes... she grabbed him by the throat and her other hand grabbed his hair, lifting him into the air and snapping his neck to one side before throwing him against the wall.

She walked towards his body as he slipped to the floor and held her hand in the air. A sword fell from a portal and she held it with two hands. The sword split into to sword and she brought it down on both his legs and his arms. Then she held it up, not letting him have time to regenerate and she prepared the bring it down on neck, her eyes glowing red as she gritted her teeth. "You will pay for that, boy."

Zenmusha:

Vlad's loyal Hellhound, shining like its master, jumped at Shea's throat. "Boy? Please, I may look young, but I'm older than you. And wiser, at that." He used the distraction to heal back his limbs. "So, what happened, oh mighty Queen? Can't stand my brilliance, can you?" He laughed insanely. It was obvious her pain gave him pleasure. "Here, let me put you in the same position as I was." Shea's swords began twisting around in her hands, and eventually broke them. Then they torpedoed across the room, and sliced her legs and arms. Both hilts hit her forehead, and she was stabbed-pinned to the ground.

"So, what does it feel like to be defenceless? Are you enjoying what you give to others?" Vlad no longer smilled. His face was one of anger. "Does tormenting innocent creatures amuse you? Does it make you feel powerful? For the likes of you, the lowest circle of Hell is not enough." His light shinned brighter and brighter. "I believe our fight is done for now, Shea. I take my leave of you... We'll see each other on the border later...." All of a sudden, Vlad and his familiar dissapeared, and the light slowly faded away.

Emora:

Shea looked from her place, a smile twisting on his lips. She only would have had to snap his fingers and he would have been dust... The ending, his last move, was quite ingenious though... very good indeed... Well, he had managed to get away, sadly. She was looking forward to hearing his screams as they tortured him to death. She would make sure to tell them to bind him from warping any where. But, first...

A sickening pop and crack sounded her hands were back to normal, she pulled the things pinning her down out and slowly the wounds healed. "There," she said her smile grew as she stood straight and walked to the window, looking out at all the confused minions of hers.

Some one came walking behind her and stopped. She could feel there fear. They odiously thought she was angry. On the contraire... she was totally relaxed now. Odd it was, it had been quiet fun. Though, painful, but even pain fades away and if you tell yourself it's not there... then you feel it less.

Now three people stood behind her and the smell of fear was almost revolting... to any one but her. They were kneeling and she didn't have to look at them to tell. "Rise," she said and turned towards them, only then did they do so.

She held her hand flat as if offering it to them and in the palm of her hand a flash appeared the disappeared leaving a floating glowing white orb. She through it into the air and it grew until it engulfed them in a sound proof dome of crystal.

Two of the people were Queen's Maidens. They were dressed in there usual black leather that was skin tight, forming every curve. They wore cloaks of red or black and they had all there weapons on. There faces held stern expressions, to much like there queen's. "It seems that we have a change of plans..."

"What is that?" the first maiden asked and her queen smiled.

"We continue on to the board, only half force this time... I've just had some inspiration...." Her smile turned sinister and they all looked at each other as her eyes only met the blond man's gaze before her.