This is a post I entered a role play with one of my oldest vampire characters in development. Enjoy reading.
In the forests the castle of the late Dracula soft tendrils of white smoke lifted slowly along the treeline, as though someone had lit a portable campfire. Walking along a lost, deteriorated old cobblestone road used in the past for ventures to the castle from the village that was now a city. Clearly they used another route now-a-days. She had been taking refuge in the cellar of a tavern before venturing outside into the fresh night. It had taken her no time to get here. Madam Foi's crimson hued eyes gazed about at all of the wonderful foliage. The white pipe enclosed around her lips again, and she inhaled the burning substance and was happily taking in he sights. Long vines hanging from the trees, interconnected almost made the path seem enclosed. Bunches of smaller plants lay about, and she could envision a little girl skipping up and down this path throwing out small seeds everywhere along it. A simple smile formed at her lips, walking under a trellis-like gate. She was still not close to the castle, but she would be there in a couple minutes if she did not stop walking. There were many good plants for medicinal purposes laying about her, but she neglected to kneel down and harvest them. She did not want to ruin her cloak by getting grass-stains this early in the night. As she moved, her pale-as-moonlight legs were exposed from time to time, as well as the holster of a sword underneath her cloak.
A small huff came from the four legged creature she called her companion, a little smoke coming off of him as well. He looked up at her. Today he looked very sharp, walking step in step with his master. He also seemed very bored. His large paws crushing and burning the plant life he happened to tread upon, leaving black paw prints on the green and stone ground. Foi could tell that her rottweiler understood where he was. They had made this trip before, but ages ago when she was a lot younger. She stroked the top of his head with the same slender hand that held his black leash connected to a spiked leather collar which also had choker spikes connected on the insides of it. In between each large metal spike on his collar was an intricate metal rose signet. "It will be alright, hopefully our visit will not stir up old feelings. Good boy, Amon." The dog looked ahead and made a small, almost inaudible growl as though remembering something. They continued down the path, coming up to the castle's exterior. It was the only thing that had not changed over time. Faith reflected on it a few moments, staring up at the castle. Sighing, she looked around at the ground for a couple moments before looking back up at the castle, finding she could barely stand to look at it, unsettled by the strange feeling something had changed dramatically within the walls. Unsure of when she would be ready to enter or be greeted, she looked down at Amon who was sitting obediently beside her. Foi looked at the windows, it was certainly still lived in... But something was amiss. She placed a hand to her chin, and continued to observe her surroundings.
The hand on her chin lowered back down to her side, and her other hand which had the pipe still dangling from it tapping out the contents. The smoke evaporating and becoming one with the soil. Something was definitely wrong. Normally, Dracula greeted his guests personally, or sent a servant to fetch them from the courtyard. Becoming uneasy, Foi finally approached the castle closer with a slow walk. Amon, noticing the new found uneasiness gave a worried whimper at her. Gazing at the castle was no longer enough, she needed to investigate why her feelings were starting to be stirred up. Closing her eyes as she was walking she searched for anything within the house, she felt heart beats and the presence of several vampires nearby. Nothing too weak, nothing too strong. This was odd to her as well. 'Dracula...?', she simply asked in her own mind, and with the strength of her telekinesis, anyone within the home with an open enough mind would hear her question. Her voice would be like a whisper in the ear, sounding like a light hum, with hints of her French ancestry. When she opened her eyes she was near the door, she reached out and her pale fingers clasped around the door handle. She flung the door open and then sped inside at an almost supernatural rate, keeping in mind Amon could not do these bursts of speed she was slower than normal so that he could keep up. Once inside, she looked around. "Dracula..?" She asked out loud, the question echoing off of the walls, her long fangs exposed for only a few seconds, her eyes darting around the dark foyer. 'What has happened here?' She started climbing up the stairs that led to the western part of the castle.
Standing around in the foyer for only a few minutes, Foi began to climb some stairs that led to the larger half of the castle, and which led up to Dracula's private chambers. Going this way reminded her of the first time she had been here. She had been a fledgling to this world of darkness, and she and her sister had sought some kind of shelter from the world of men, because of their sire dieing violently not too long after they were turned. They showed up at Dracula's castle, by very unknown means, and recovered here.
Walking along the hallway, she glanced around at the velvet drapings, the lit three-tiered candle sconces. Old furnishings, but a lot more recent decor than Dracula had when she visited last. Her logic was questioning if Dracula even lived here anymore. He could have picked up and moved on, like in the days of his time when he was a young vampire, young and foolish. He had talked to her about those days while she was recovering from malnourishment and a still beating heart. "Amon, have we traveled all this way for nothing?" She asked her dog who walked beside her, and then Foi shouted Dracula's name, this time fiercely. Picking up speed in her walking, she made her way toward Dracula's chambers.
In the hallway she stopped and looked over at a stone staircase that started going straight up and then formed into a long spiral staircase that ended at a large, elegantly carved door. The place she was looking for. Looking down at Amon again, she noticed he remembered the staircase and was all of the sudden nervous. He did not like heights. Sighing, she leaned down and stroked his back. "My precious, sit." He sat instantly, looking up at her. "If there is trouble, come fetch me." Looking back at the staircase, she began to climb it, and when she reached the door she just stood outside the door for a couple moments. Blinking once or twice, looking at the engravements on it. She placed her hand on the doorhandles and pulled it open gently compared to the other door she had opened, entering the room. Shock filled her when she entered: It was almost completely empty. Only the large bookshelf that spanned across one entire wall, and a large double bed in the center of the back wall and a nightstand was left. Hardly able to control herself, she walked over to the large array of books and let off a soft sigh, she sat on the bed and looked around the room a little more. He had not moved, apparently. He would have taken his books. But this room was too drab, too empty for him to spend his leisurely nights. Crossing her legs, she silently brought the pipe to her attention, bringing out a pouch and putting some of the contents into the pipe and lit it with a lighter that was also in the pouch. Inhaling deeply and after a couple seconds exhaling a large amount of smoke, she began to calm down.
Amon, still downstairs, looked around, sniffing the cold perfume less air of the castle. Blinking once or twice, he would not leave his spot until master Foi came back down to his side.
In the forests the castle of the late Dracula soft tendrils of white smoke lifted slowly along the treeline, as though someone had lit a portable campfire. Walking along a lost, deteriorated old cobblestone road used in the past for ventures to the castle from the village that was now a city. Clearly they used another route now-a-days. She had been taking refuge in the cellar of a tavern before venturing outside into the fresh night. It had taken her no time to get here. Madam Foi's crimson hued eyes gazed about at all of the wonderful foliage. The white pipe enclosed around her lips again, and she inhaled the burning substance and was happily taking in he sights. Long vines hanging from the trees, interconnected almost made the path seem enclosed. Bunches of smaller plants lay about, and she could envision a little girl skipping up and down this path throwing out small seeds everywhere along it. A simple smile formed at her lips, walking under a trellis-like gate. She was still not close to the castle, but she would be there in a couple minutes if she did not stop walking. There were many good plants for medicinal purposes laying about her, but she neglected to kneel down and harvest them. She did not want to ruin her cloak by getting grass-stains this early in the night. As she moved, her pale-as-moonlight legs were exposed from time to time, as well as the holster of a sword underneath her cloak.
A small huff came from the four legged creature she called her companion, a little smoke coming off of him as well. He looked up at her. Today he looked very sharp, walking step in step with his master. He also seemed very bored. His large paws crushing and burning the plant life he happened to tread upon, leaving black paw prints on the green and stone ground. Foi could tell that her rottweiler understood where he was. They had made this trip before, but ages ago when she was a lot younger. She stroked the top of his head with the same slender hand that held his black leash connected to a spiked leather collar which also had choker spikes connected on the insides of it. In between each large metal spike on his collar was an intricate metal rose signet. "It will be alright, hopefully our visit will not stir up old feelings. Good boy, Amon." The dog looked ahead and made a small, almost inaudible growl as though remembering something. They continued down the path, coming up to the castle's exterior. It was the only thing that had not changed over time. Faith reflected on it a few moments, staring up at the castle. Sighing, she looked around at the ground for a couple moments before looking back up at the castle, finding she could barely stand to look at it, unsettled by the strange feeling something had changed dramatically within the walls. Unsure of when she would be ready to enter or be greeted, she looked down at Amon who was sitting obediently beside her. Foi looked at the windows, it was certainly still lived in... But something was amiss. She placed a hand to her chin, and continued to observe her surroundings.
The hand on her chin lowered back down to her side, and her other hand which had the pipe still dangling from it tapping out the contents. The smoke evaporating and becoming one with the soil. Something was definitely wrong. Normally, Dracula greeted his guests personally, or sent a servant to fetch them from the courtyard. Becoming uneasy, Foi finally approached the castle closer with a slow walk. Amon, noticing the new found uneasiness gave a worried whimper at her. Gazing at the castle was no longer enough, she needed to investigate why her feelings were starting to be stirred up. Closing her eyes as she was walking she searched for anything within the house, she felt heart beats and the presence of several vampires nearby. Nothing too weak, nothing too strong. This was odd to her as well. 'Dracula...?', she simply asked in her own mind, and with the strength of her telekinesis, anyone within the home with an open enough mind would hear her question. Her voice would be like a whisper in the ear, sounding like a light hum, with hints of her French ancestry. When she opened her eyes she was near the door, she reached out and her pale fingers clasped around the door handle. She flung the door open and then sped inside at an almost supernatural rate, keeping in mind Amon could not do these bursts of speed she was slower than normal so that he could keep up. Once inside, she looked around. "Dracula..?" She asked out loud, the question echoing off of the walls, her long fangs exposed for only a few seconds, her eyes darting around the dark foyer. 'What has happened here?' She started climbing up the stairs that led to the western part of the castle.
Standing around in the foyer for only a few minutes, Foi began to climb some stairs that led to the larger half of the castle, and which led up to Dracula's private chambers. Going this way reminded her of the first time she had been here. She had been a fledgling to this world of darkness, and she and her sister had sought some kind of shelter from the world of men, because of their sire dieing violently not too long after they were turned. They showed up at Dracula's castle, by very unknown means, and recovered here.
Walking along the hallway, she glanced around at the velvet drapings, the lit three-tiered candle sconces. Old furnishings, but a lot more recent decor than Dracula had when she visited last. Her logic was questioning if Dracula even lived here anymore. He could have picked up and moved on, like in the days of his time when he was a young vampire, young and foolish. He had talked to her about those days while she was recovering from malnourishment and a still beating heart. "Amon, have we traveled all this way for nothing?" She asked her dog who walked beside her, and then Foi shouted Dracula's name, this time fiercely. Picking up speed in her walking, she made her way toward Dracula's chambers.
In the hallway she stopped and looked over at a stone staircase that started going straight up and then formed into a long spiral staircase that ended at a large, elegantly carved door. The place she was looking for. Looking down at Amon again, she noticed he remembered the staircase and was all of the sudden nervous. He did not like heights. Sighing, she leaned down and stroked his back. "My precious, sit." He sat instantly, looking up at her. "If there is trouble, come fetch me." Looking back at the staircase, she began to climb it, and when she reached the door she just stood outside the door for a couple moments. Blinking once or twice, looking at the engravements on it. She placed her hand on the doorhandles and pulled it open gently compared to the other door she had opened, entering the room. Shock filled her when she entered: It was almost completely empty. Only the large bookshelf that spanned across one entire wall, and a large double bed in the center of the back wall and a nightstand was left. Hardly able to control herself, she walked over to the large array of books and let off a soft sigh, she sat on the bed and looked around the room a little more. He had not moved, apparently. He would have taken his books. But this room was too drab, too empty for him to spend his leisurely nights. Crossing her legs, she silently brought the pipe to her attention, bringing out a pouch and putting some of the contents into the pipe and lit it with a lighter that was also in the pouch. Inhaling deeply and after a couple seconds exhaling a large amount of smoke, she began to calm down.
Amon, still downstairs, looked around, sniffing the cold perfume less air of the castle. Blinking once or twice, he would not leave his spot until master Foi came back down to his side.
