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hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-27 02:46 pm
hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-27 02:46 pm
2. LAMBING.
Tonight, just after sundown, there is a ruckus on one of the farms northeast of the village. When the bleating dies down, several dead lambs might be found in one of the enclosures. The ewes paw and nose at the bodies, dumb terror still fresh in their eyes.
Forest animals just have not been cutting it for Drusilla. But the vampire has been too wary to approach the village and feed there -- not without her Family, those who strengthen her. She stalks the journals during the day when she's not sleeping. Two slayers? A vampire hunter? All sorts of overpowered freaks and heroes and demons? She might be mad, but Dru is not stupid enough to attempt any kills in the village. Yet.
As she tears through the last lamb, the vampire laments to herself how much more fun this would be with Spike. And then she convinces herself in a long, drawn-out argument with a curiously red evening star -- which she quickly names Ethelind -- to spy on the sleeping village. Find out where the sweetest victims lay their heads. Her tattered white new-feather sundress, covered only by a black lace shawl, is stained red with lambs' blood. The dress of her porcelain doll, which she is carrying with her, is also stained. Perhaps she can stop at the shop for a new frock, and one for dolly, too.
When she glides through the village, Drusilla will dare to peek into some windows. She cannot enter any homes without an invitation.
[Dru will not be lingering around anyone she has identified as a threat. She is a powerful vampire but far more bold when working with lackeys or her "family" -- Angel, Spike, Darla. IF YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO DIE OR BE INJURED AT THIS TIME JUST TELL ME IN A SUBJECT LINE, otherwise she won't be killing or hurting anyone in this post.]
Forest animals just have not been cutting it for Drusilla. But the vampire has been too wary to approach the village and feed there -- not without her Family, those who strengthen her. She stalks the journals during the day when she's not sleeping. Two slayers? A vampire hunter? All sorts of overpowered freaks and heroes and demons? She might be mad, but Dru is not stupid enough to attempt any kills in the village. Yet.
As she tears through the last lamb, the vampire laments to herself how much more fun this would be with Spike. And then she convinces herself in a long, drawn-out argument with a curiously red evening star -- which she quickly names Ethelind -- to spy on the sleeping village. Find out where the sweetest victims lay their heads. Her tattered white new-feather sundress, covered only by a black lace shawl, is stained red with lambs' blood. The dress of her porcelain doll, which she is carrying with her, is also stained. Perhaps she can stop at the shop for a new frock, and one for dolly, too.
When she glides through the village, Drusilla will dare to peek into some windows. She cannot enter any homes without an invitation.
[Dru will not be lingering around anyone she has identified as a threat. She is a powerful vampire but far more bold when working with lackeys or her "family" -- Angel, Spike, Darla. IF YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO DIE OR BE INJURED AT THIS TIME JUST TELL ME IN A SUBJECT LINE, otherwise she won't be killing or hurting anyone in this post.]
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...Come along. If you got hurt and lost some blood, I can get you a transfusion. [Kind of an idiotic reply, he thinks, but what do you say to that?]
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[Her features shift into vampire-face and Drusilla smiles evilly as she advances upon the helpful doctor.]
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Oh my God, oh my God--!
[And he turns his back and runs.]
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Willock would be the first to die in a horror movie I swear XD
And he goes down, his toe catching on a tree root in the darkness.]
YES. HE WOULD DIE IN THE OPENING CREDITS.
[[OOC: HE MIGHT NEED A SLAYER OR VAMPIRE HUNTER RESCUE?!]
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(YES GO GET BUFFY OVER HERE OR SOMETHING)
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[Derek had been noticing the animals, of course, when he'd been doing his own hunting. It had led to some concern, and he'd been keeping an eye on the journals since the killing started. But without anyone making any identifiable statements, he'd let it be for the most part. He'd conceded some time ago that not all vampires were like the kind he was used to. And until one crossed the line far enough for him to have a good reason to go after it, he'd let it be, for the overall sake of peace in the village.
It was, of course, the bleating of the lambs that first caught his attention tonight, and he'd headed that way, only to find the grisly slaughter and little else. He'd pressed his lips together thinly though as he studied the corpses. This wasn't good. At all. And it prompted him to start looking for signs, for a trail, for something to track. He found it; the footprints, delicate but adult. The blood droplets on the ground...the path it took. Right into the village.
And now his hunter's training was in full force, making him move faster as he realized the village was being stalked. Reaching for hidden weapons as he heard a scuffle.
He turned the corner just as the man was pinned down. The gun, the one loaded with silver bullets is out and pointed in a second, with his other hand ready to reach for one of the stakes that, even here in Luceti, he kept hidden inside his jacket. When he speaks, he's perfectly calm, quiet. Focused.]
You know, vampire, killing people in the middle of the village isn't the brightest thing you could do.
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