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Closed - Hope begins in the dark.

op ma okt 02, 2017 2:04 pm


The lifeless body of a once beautiful girl was hanging in his arms. Her blond hair was colored with spots of red, the same color was on her black dress and white skin. A skin that first was a bit tan, but now it had the same color as his. The color of dead with only one difference, she would start rotting eventually and other creatures will feast upon her flesh.

A soft breeze when through his hair and touched his skin. It was a dark day and it looked like rain would soon follow. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the mountains and the moon was taking over her place in the air. Even as a creature of the night, he liked the day more but was not able to explain why.

His focus was once again turned to the body in his arms. It was nothing anymore. Mordred let go of it and with a soft noise it touched the sand beneath them. He stepped over it to continue his own path. Out of the pocket of his pants he grabbed a handkerchief and brought it to his mouth. He was always careful and descent when feeding, it was important to him. Mordred was not a viking or barbarian.  

With steady steps he walked through the forest. He had left the body for the wolves or whatever creature that wanted it. If her family was lucky some hunter or traveler would find her and bring her back to her village. There were times he would do it himself for then he would’ve liked to see the look on her face and smell their pain. But that was a long time ago.

After a while the man stood still and every muscle stopped moving. There was this feeling that crawled over his skin. It was quiet in the forest and there was nothing to be seen, but he didn't feel like he was being alone. “Someone there?” he asked. Meanwhile his hand went back to his pocket, it seemed like he was only putting his handkerchief away, but that was not the only thing. He was stronger than normal people and he could easily win a hand to hand combat, but he wouldn’t do that. He hated the feeling of flesh breaking underneath his fist when it would touch someone's face. Mordred didn’t like getting his hands dirty. Not anymore.
"It will end with my eyes,
because when they replace them they will have my soul."


"Mother, my hands are not my own.
The ones I have are someone else's - they are useless to me. My old ones have been removed, and these old man's hands have been grafted on in their place."
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Re: Closed - Hope begins in the dark.

op ma okt 02, 2017 9:44 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
He was dancing in his mind, the dance of death to be more accurate. Avanti wasn’t the talked but the thoughts were so vivid, he could almost taste it on his tongue. He could see so much more than the picture before him, the woman pressed against a house while a man leaned in on her. How their lips entangled with each other … how she wasn’t his first. He wasn’t a saint himself but he tried to be if it came down to fun and on this moment the man had all his fun and Avanti was just watching from the darkness of the shadows. He wanted to taste more than fear, he wanted to taste the adrenaline of a hunt, the longing of searching for a prey. His lips curled up in a smile that even the darkness couldn’t like. He stepped out of the darkness, as silent and gracious as he sometimes was he walked over to the both of them. They were way too busy to even notice the danger coming. ‘Care on playing that game somewhere else?’ He whispered, grabbing the man at his shoulders from behind and looking over his shoulder to the girl. ‘Run little bird, monsters are coming.’ And with those words he broke the neck of that man, hearing the snap, hearing her scream, smelling her blood mixed under the adrenaline. The dark smile spread over his lips as he dropped the body down and looked in the way she run to.

Avanti always took his time, no need to rush where you were craving for. He could follow that beautiful girl from miles now. He knew she wasn’t a citizen, so if she wanted to run home she needed to go through the darkness of the woods. With his hands in his jacket pockets he walked out of the city walls into nature. He was on his best here, single noises, clear path. Avanti stopped abruptly as he titled his head, his nose flares widened as he took in a smell every vampire would recognize … blood. Somebody was stealing his pray and that stopped the grin on his lips, that stopped the joyful tune in head as his eyes darkened on the sounds of that body dropping down. His jaw rolled over his cheek and he stared at the forest, not knowing what he rather would do, find something else to drench, or drench the thief.

He walked his way into the forest until he found her, the delicate points into her neck, the strand of blood still showing. Avanti laid his finger against her cheek and turned her head to look to the wound. He stroke his finger in the line of blood and looked at it before he stood up. ‘Such a shame.’ He whispered, placing his finger on his lips to at least taste something of her beauty. Being an older vampire Avanti could cover ground faster that possible, he caught up with the vampire. In the silent of his steps he recognized something … Avanti wasn’t hiding, the other was just not looking that good. The question … Avanti his chuckle rose up between the trees as his blue eyes rested on the boy. ‘Still afraid in the dark Mordred.’ He whispered, his voice, cold, flat, without any emotions. He didn’t move from his spot, he just waited until the other found him before his mood. ‘Two seconds ago I was planning on killing you, because you took something from me,’ he moved away from the tree, walking over in that slow walk, like a predator sneaking up to his pray. ‘now I’m not even sure if you are worth the kill.’ He followed his sentence. He stopped on a little distance, looking to the undead, the boy he made what he was way before Avanti grew in power. ‘How long is it been, ten, twenty years, you still didn’t changed a bit.’ And that sarcasm edge the danger out of his body. Mordred was one of his first victims, and a victim he would always stay …

Mordred  ©️


     

Let me show you something beautiful, a world screaming ... for mercy.  You're all puppets, tangled in strings. I had strings but now I’m free, you got no strings on me
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Re: Closed - Hope begins in the dark.

op di okt 03, 2017 5:24 pm
There was definitely something in the woods but the question was who and where that person was. Mordred was sure a person was with him, or something that would look human. Whatever it was, he would not fear it. But maybe that would change after hearing whose voice it was that spoke to him.

Something close to a smile moved over his face when he heard an all too familiar voice. Even after years of not hearing there was no way he’d forgotten it. “Only when monsters greater than me haunt the darkness surrounding me,” he told in an almost poetic manner. His eyes were searching the trees, looking for the man hiding there. Many years ago he would’ve been terrified and consumed by fear, that feeling was gone. Even he should be a bit afraid of the man lurking around.

When it became clear why the man was there, Mordred's face didn’t change. Was the girl his prey? Too bad for him. If only he had been faster and stopped playing with food, things like that would not happen. “Such a shame, she was a fine young woman with lots of potentials,” he said with a steady voice. He did not flinch when the other confessed he wanted to kill him, only his eyebrow was raised like he was taunting the other.

It had indeed been some time since their last meeting, or if you thought like a mere mortal that would belong. Twenty years was nothing. “Far too long,” while he was speaking, his eyes were still looking over the forest and stopped at the end of his sentence. He was almost certain he found the man. “Maybe now is your time to show your face, some may grow tired of it when you keep this up for too long.” The blue eyes never left that one spot in the forest, only when he thought it moved, did he follow it. He sure hoped that he was correct and that the man was there. If not it was a stupid mistake.

The other spoke of change, but change was hard when everything stayed the same. But he had changed a lot over the years only not physically. There were even times he was the monster under your bed, ready to kill only for his own pleasure. To feel the warm blood over his skin. That were good times, but no pleasure was left in those actions.
"It will end with my eyes,
because when they replace them they will have my soul."


"Mother, my hands are not my own.
The ones I have are someone else's - they are useless to me. My old ones have been removed, and these old man's hands have been grafted on in their place."
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