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cerberus-unleashed · 4 years
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“You’re staring, Sister Charity. Is there something that you need from me or are you simply coming up with a plan of attack?”
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seegodhatesme · 4 years
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The ride back home took more out of Sypha than she thought it would. Having spent the majority of the day on horseback was exhausting, and keeping an eye out for Carmilla’s lackeys at every turn had left little time for pleasantries.
The silhouette of the castle against the orange-hued sunrise filled Sypha with dread that settled like a rock in her stomach. She hoped Vincent was okay, wherever he was. Alucard and Trevor would be fine as long as they were together, but Vincent had been the one to search them out on his own. Hopefully they’d found shelter before Vincent got fried within an inch of his life.
Once she guided their guests into the castle stables, she was able to station each of the horses back in their respective stalls, giving them a treat and some fresh water for jobs well done.
She held out a hand to Charity, offering to help her down from Vincent’s horse. “Your friend.. is he awake yet?”
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godshitsinmydinner · 4 years
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“There’s a huge-ass spider on the ceiling.” -- Charity
“Yeah, that happens sometimes.” Trevor barely even looked at it as he pulled out his whip and cracked it into the corner. A screech had the monstrosity dropping like a stone. “Nasty buggers. Their bite hurts like a bitch, too.”
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“I brought the brains you asked for~”   Roxy, he did no such thing.
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academia-spectris · 5 years
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As Well as Expected
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It felt like drowning, choking, paralysis. The torpor she’d fallen into was like being locked in the moment it happened, struggling for her life, restrained, staring at the jagged edge of that wooden stake. 
Time didn’t really exist in torpor, but it was either an instant of burning agony or a lifetime of repeating time.
And then she was somewhere else, shooting up with a gasp as that stake was ripped out of her chest.
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zoolinguistics · 5 years
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Pet Semetary
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It had started with reports of a mountain lion sighting. It escalated at the sound of snarling and gunshots, and only grew worse with the report the frightened hunter gave.
It turned into a monster! With giant ghostly arms! I tried shooting it but those hands came for me! It snapped my shotgun. Oh god I think there was a child with it. If it gets a hold of that kid...
But all that truly lay in the woods was a dead puma, her frightened cub, and a weeping eika.
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“...You were right.”
Maybe he was trying to just roll over and get it done with. Or maybe he was being sincere.
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hand-of-vengeance · 5 years
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The Story So Far
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It was later in the afternoon when Vanya Hargreeves finally emerged, and surprisingly enough Suit was still there. He wanted his information one way or another, and when needed he could be very patient.
He was currently dodging another staffer trying to take a selfie with him when he brushed the man off and looked over to Vanya. He seemed to have a cup of coffee waiting for her, and extended it easily. “It’s awful,” he warned. “How is he?”
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apocalypticmadman · 4 years
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Sephiroth reclined in the elaborate chair set up in his quarters.  He stared broodingly at the far wall, mulling over the information that had been presented to him.   His hireling had vanished into midair and he had little idea where she or his older brother were located.   All he knew was that she had abandoned the agreement they had made and had awoken her target instead of killing him. 
“I should have gone myself.” He grumbled, loud enough for his sorceress accomplice to hear. 
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madamexguillotine · 6 years
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//I just realized a travesty.  I realized that I hadn’t followed @crudelisaeternum on here. 
Forgive me, Nina, for I have sinned.
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cerberus-unleashed · 5 years
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Finders Keepers
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His life was over.  This was it.  He had no other options, no other paths of escape.  One hall, two doors and then open air.  That’s all he wanted.  Open air and freedom. 
And it was just out of reach.  He could swear he felt the breeze, see the hint of moonlight.  It was so close.  And yet...
Vincent collapsed to his knees, all the strength running out of him like water from a leaky bucket.  He knew the sensation.  He wouldn’t be long down, not long at all.  He just..he just had to last a bit longer.  Just a few more paces. 
“You’ve outlived your worth to me, Valentine.” A cold emotionless voice sounded just behind him, a voice that seemed to freeze all the blood in his veins.  A hand grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and baring his throat, a flash of cold steel catching the light as the blade struck. 
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It was easy to dispose of someone if you were careful about it.  If no one saw you throw out something and no one came looking, it was just one more nameless thing that could be fed to the worms and the insects.    And that’s all that came about the lanky corpse that was smuggled out. 
If there was no one to ask questions, did it ever really happen?
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academia-spectris · 5 years
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The Long Lost Art of Grave-robbing
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Dr. Odelia Morgan was not by any means a burglar, particularly not a burglar of corpses, but sometimes you just had to roll up your sleeves and go grave robbing in the wee hours of the night. Largely because the grave being robbed was... particularly important.
So important that Odelia had spent the last few months sifting through clues and piecing together information to locate it; allegedly one of the last prophets of the great Antediluvian Malakav, through some manner or another torpid, as they had been for hundreds of years.
Buried in a mausoleum in a fancy cemetery in the Bronx. Who knew? Odelia, after a few months of chasing leads, definitely. 
And not just Odelia, she would soon figure out.
She was nearly silent as she crept through the gravestones heading towards a fairly decrepit mausoleum, at some point ornate and littered with gargoyle statues, now run down and grimy. Nearly silent, posed as a late-night mourner, who just so happened to find the most interesting tomb there.
Her hands ran over an etching towards the bottom of the front doorway, locked with a chain link fence. The symbol was a mirror, cracked down the middle, or at least at some point had been a symbol.
Her throat tightened. She’d been right. This was it.
Odelia thought she was being rather stealthy as she cracked one of the links in the rusted chain open and slid it free to slip into the tomb. Her flats didn’t even make a sound against the concrete beneath her as she came in and laid eyes on the sarcophagus in the center of the room.
She hardly even saw the flitting shadows in the corners until they were amassing in front of her. She hardly had time to raise her hands defensively before there were weapons pointed at her-- blades, and stakes. 
Her investigation apparently hadn’t been as quiet as she thought it was. Blue eyes widened as she took a faltering step back.
“Stop, neonate,” hissed one of the dark figures angling a blade at her. “You trespass on hallowed ground. ...Defiant. Doctor... Ophelia?”
“Her strings are severed--”
“Quiet-! We hear her story?”
“No, we rip her heart out-!”
“Put her in torpor, for threatening the Prophet.”
“Neither,” the first shadow seemed to shift and falter, as if it was there and not there at the same time. “Her strings are severed... Doctor, shall you disobey us a second time..?”
“Evidently,” Odelia answered in a harsh whisper.
And vanished.
At least it looked like that-- her illusions were manipulative, but not foolproof. Odelia turned and bolted out the door, her speed just a few steps above human as she tried to make a beeline for her car.
But they were hot on her heels; dark figures flitting in and out, hovering, gaining, reaching for her. 
A wooden stake whizzed by over her shoulder, hitting the grass in front of her. She gave a short yelp, flinching reflexively, and stumbling for a moment.
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Transitions
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One would expect Russo’s transition to be a difficult one; both from being a member of Kindred society to suddenly not... and from being entirely Kindred to donning something else.
But it was so difficult in fact that he didn’t leave the basement; Not for a long time. A week and a half at least, surviving on the little bits of whatever blood Alexander could provide for him. Strangely enough his brother found that the blood of lesser creatures went down far easier, so it would have to do.
When Russo finally did emerge from his den, he looked like a walking corpse, his eyes oddly unfocused as he wandered through the house above one evening before Alexander himself awoke. He felt something strange in his stomach, something spinning and painful in the back of his head, and some very bizarre compulsions to rummage through the kitchen cabinets.
He was still breathing. Russo wasn’t entirely sure how to just stop anymore, like he was afraid what would happen if he did. But he felt the curse of undeath still, didn’t he? 
As his thoughts flew together and apart, Russo found himself rummaging through cabinets of the old tenant’s wares, stumbling upon a bag of sugar. 
When Alexander awoke to find him, Russo was sitting on the ground, the bag of sugar in his lap, his finger in his mouth as he just... ate it.
And he ate it. He could taste it too, more prominently than he’d ever been able to for the last few hundred years. It was sweet-- wonderfully sweet.
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