There is thick layer of fog lingering just above the ground making
it even more difficult than usual to see at night. A tire on your
car went flat and since you were not very far from home, you
decided to walk the rest of the way. You can just barely make out
the hazy outline of a harvest moon hanging overhead in the cloud
filled night sky. A few leaves scurry across your path hurried
along their way by the wind. They make a gentle scratching sound
against the pavement as they are quickly wisked away and out of
sight. You notice that your hands have become quite cold from the
bitter breeze biting and stinging at them and you shelter them
away into your pockets. You think that a hot cup of herbal tea
with warm aromatic steamy vapors curling in the air will be nice
whenever you make it home. SNAP! A twig breaks and you are
instantly hurled away from your thoughts into the present moment.
You suddenly have a strange feeling that someone is watching you
from the shadows. Your heartbeat quickens as you realize that you
are no longer alone. You turn around fast to look behind you,
hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever is there...but you see nothing.
You feel a dark, looming prescence drawing nearer and nearer to
you. Your pace slowly increases faster and faster until you are
almost at a jog. Your breath is becoming labored and you must slow
your pace. You try to shake this feeling, telling yourself that
your mind playing tricks on you. But, you still feel that someone
is there...watching...waiting...somewhere in the shadows. An icy
chill shoots down your spine, you feel your hair begin to stand on
end, and goosebumps spread across your skin. Your adrenaline
instinctively shoots into overdrive. Your heart is beating so fast
and hard that it's intensity pounds loudly into your eardrums.
There is a cool breath upon the back of your neck...whispering
something in a language that you do not recoginze...but you
somehow understand the meaning is not good. It is too late to
turn around as the needle sharp teeth almost tenderly sink deep
into your flesh. Waves are rythmically pulsing across your body.
It is almost as if you are in a silent, hypnotic daze, unable to
move. Your body has developed a will of it's own and refuses to
break free from this strange, sensual feeling shooting through you.
Somewhere in the receses of your mind you think about crying out...
but only a soft incoherent murmur falls from your lips. You feel
your hands and feet begin to tingle as if they are falling asleep.
Your body is becoming colder and colder. You slowly drop to your
knees drifting in and out of conciousness...trying hard to hang on.
You feel a calm, peacefullness wash over you...asking you to
follow it deeper. You feel so very tired...sleep...you must
sleep...everything turns black and fades away for the last time.
Your cold, lifeless body is slowly laid down and a wicked grin
slowly spreads across the lips of the dark figure as it turns and
walks back into the shadows of the night.
Vampire the Masquerade
Clan Names
West Wing Calliope's Private Chambers
East Wing Torture Chamber, Prison