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Post by Mikïa on May 16, 2013 10:21:50 GMT -5
The sun shown brightly at this noon hour, not a cloud in the sky, but one would never fathom to guess that in the dark and dreary Opera house. Abandoned for years by the human populace it was still well spoken for. No dust in sight and the decoration was highly sensual with it's deep red curtains and pretty crystal chandeliers. Of course this should be taken for granted seeing as vampires like their sensual surroundings and dark places where the sun can't shine. Opera houses having no windows make for a perfect place to decorate to a vampires every dream.
Decoration however took no import for the moment as a sole being stood on the center stage in a long red dress and pale white skin with lengthy blond hair. After-all, what one wore at the Opera was far more important, especially when performing.
With all the gusto she had, which was a lot, and all the talent she had acquired over the years of her singing in which she had become quite good, the normally blue skinned creature took to singing a song she once heard in an Opera house that she found quite suiting for this particular house.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar And you live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you Hear it, feel it secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness that you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night"
Each word and movement was placed with exactitude and feeling just as she had originally heard the song oh so many years ago.
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Post by Moloch on May 18, 2013 23:41:02 GMT -5
Clap, Clap, Clap
Three of them that was it nothing more. Oh there was a delighted smile shining out in the mass of seats that faced the stage but other than that, just the three claps from the spectator that had been there the entire time'
Moloch sat with his feet resting on the chair in front of him. To his right sat a girl, or what used to be a girl at any rate and he turned to her and whispered something in her un-hearing ear. He then nudged her off his shoulder and after removing his feet from the seat in front of him, he stood and taking the hand of the dead, drug her through the seating and up towards the stage.
“I do always like good music to listen to while I eat my dinner...I thank you for your performance.” He told the stranger who he knew was not quite human but not quite vampire either.
Moloch and corpse now stood off to the right of the stage at the bottom of the winding steps that lead to it. He had his free hand settled on the top of the carved railing post, his index finger moving in a slow circle around the eyes of the small gargoyle carved within. The corpse, well it did nothing but lay half on the floor and half reaching up to Moloch's other hand.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 4, 2013 19:49:25 GMT -5
At the sound of the three claps, Mikïa curtsied a couple of times with a large smile on her face. This, not even missing a beat or reacting in surprise that there was an audience, after-all, she could see very well in dark places and never thought this place to be vacant, especially considering the time of day.
The creature on the stage turned it's head slightly to the side and grimaced as she looked upon the body being dragged on the floor toward the stage and in response to his statement about music while eating dinner she said, "Music is wonderful any time of day, during meals for sure." She nodded in agreement. "Though I can't believe that the girl you're dragging can help you in your thrills of the night. I must say though, her thoughts are most definitely purged as the song suggested."
After a slight pause she continued, "Would meals not be more fun if they gave up a fight instead of letting you do what you will? I would think that hunting something of your own level would cause more satisfaction when eating it."
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Post by Moloch on Jun 4, 2013 22:04:59 GMT -5
Moloch grinned devilishly as the creature spoke to him. Oh he was certainly able enough to eat his own kind and had done as much on a great many occasion. However he had also been punished for it on a great many occasions.
“Oh indeed though Adriana forbids me to swallow my own kind.” He told her with a look of regret in his icy gaze. He looked down at the dead girl in his hand and smiled at her. “Though you must admit...this one has very pretty eyes..” He continued reaching down and holding her chin up to make her look towards the creature on the stage.
Moloch wasn't your run of the mill vampire by any means and as to rather he would be nice or evil didn't depend on any circumstance but his own twisted and long lost mind. He was perhaps one of Adriana's most powerful children and as well one of her most dangerous. Though that aside he was, if nothing else, entertaining when he wasn't in one of his serial killer modes.
Luck would have it that he was simply Moloch tonight and not anyone else or combination of the greater many selves he so often was. He dropped the girls chin and then sighed.
“Oh...who am I kidding...you don't care about her eyes.” He then stated with an almost sad tone.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 5, 2013 10:23:48 GMT -5
Nodding her blond head in recognition of his explanation she listened to every word and caught glimpse of every motion. The things he said were very true. Mikïa recalled a vampire from back in her first days that did just that and the first vampire ended him for his crimes against their kind. But that was not of import enough to mention now as other things were at hand.
"On the contrary, I do find her eyes very pretty. Eyes tell a lot about a person, even if one tries to hide things, their eyes often betray their thoughts so I like to watch them for the fun of it. My brother, rest his soul, had very pretty eyes of fire. How I loved when the flames danced in them."
Looking down at the girl who laid limp on the floor, "Indeed, for a mortal, her eyes were quite lovely." Tilting her head to the side she continued, "Have you ever considered finding someone with the best eyes ever and turning them just so that you can have them follow you around and look back into your own eyes as you did evil vampiry things together?"
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Post by Moloch on Jun 5, 2013 13:23:47 GMT -5
Moloch offered the creature a half smile and then turned and looked down at the girl and tilted his head to the side. “Awe but I like the mortal eyes.” He started. “They have so much suffering and so little knowledge that they intrigue me.” He stated in a matter-of-fact manner.
He bent over the girl and pulled something shiny out of his coat jacket and them obscuring the creatures vision he began cutting out her eyes with perfect surgical precision. It only took him a couple moments and he was finished and once he was done he stood and presented one to the creature on the stage. “Something beautiful for you if you want.” He told her as his other hand moved the now eyeless corpse aside and it slumped to the floor quietly.
“Only one though as I need this other to add to my collection. I'm not trying to be greedy or anything, just that it would be a shame not to have at least one of these beautiful items in with the rest of the beauty I've collected over the years.” He smiled up at her as he spoke.
There was not many creatures Moloch would have offered such a prize to. He seemed to get the feeling he liked this other one up there on the stage; felt something in her that reminded him of someone he couldn't quite put a finger to.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 6, 2013 9:01:26 GMT -5
Mikïa was again in agreement with his thoughts on what human eyes told and sort of half squinted her eyes and nodded her head lightly as he spoke them.
Before she had time to reply to his statement he had changed position and was hovering over the girl with arm movements that suggested he was busy doing something detailed so she waited for him to be done when he turned back to her and offered her one of the two aforementioned eyes. With an expression of sincere thanks and awe Mikïa replied, "Thank you so very much for this precious gift."
Not that keeping things was something particularly important to her. No. But she met people and other creatures that collected items in memory of things done and knew how important those items were to them. For such a thing to be shared was of extreme import and that is what meant a lot to her.
"I will treasure this." She said as she reached out to take it, her honest and thankful expression still fully residing on her face.
"You are truly a creature of wisdom, I must say." She nodded and continued. "Not many notice, or rather, care about what eyes have to tell. I personally love the children the most though as they see things that the adults don't. They even see us for what we truly are and can see our Lady whom fire lilies follow. I often wonder how it is that the human children can see these things and grow up to loose them. Such innocence and yet such fearlessness in most cases. It's almost like they trust us."
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Post by Moloch on Jun 6, 2013 10:19:00 GMT -5
He smiled as she accepted his offer. So many others turned him down when he offered them these precious gifts. “It is best if you keep it moist, will last much longer that way.” He told her and then placed his in his shirt pocket for now.
“The children of humans are special when they are born. They know nothing of the world and yet all there is to know at the same time. They are without polluted thoughts to make them blinded. Nothing has told them that they can't yet as so they quite literally can see everything.” He shrugged. “Humans grow up being told things are impossible by all around them and so their minds begin to wrap around that idea and before they know it...they have forgotten everything they knew when they were born.”
He bent and pluck the dead girl from the floor and started walking over to the side door to the room. “Can't have her smelling up the place now can we.” He stated as he placed her body next to the door, banged on the door three times and then stepped back quickly just before the door swung open.
Vampires often kept human guardians for their lairs and this place was no exception to that rule. A young male peered through the doorway and then inclined his head to Moloch and grabbed the girls by the arms and drug her away. The door closed softly behind him and Moloch smiled again.
“So...what bring you to visit our humble home?” He then turned again to the creature and asked.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 8, 2013 19:35:54 GMT -5
The girl nodded in agreement about the eye and reached into the shadows and withdrew a bag. From within the bag, she pulled out a large vial of liquid. After opening the vial, she put the eye in it, sealed it up again and put everything away for safekeeping, all the while still listening intently on what further he had to say.
Again, nodding in agreement with the aspect that she already knew. Human adults can be quite daft at times and yet there are the few and quite rare children that grow up keeping that knowledge. "Aye. But what started that chain reaction? Who or what was the first thing that set off humans to stop believing? Or did it even need to get started? I remember the early days and even back then things such as you were considered stories. So is it simply the way that humans are made? To grow up and forget? Grow in other knowledge but forget the other lifeforms? And what sets those rare few children apart that retain the knowledge of the world when they grow up? Why do they remember while the rest forget?"
So many questions about those young ones that she was so fond of. The ones that rarely feared her when she came to town.
"Sorry about my rambling questions. I was never a scientist and so never opened a brain to examine or study it. I learn by experiencing mostly, and some reading if I find I have the time."
She had taken note of him going off with the corpse but also knew of the sound capacities in an opera house and knew very well that her voice would carry even if she was not yelling at him.
“So...what bring you to visit our humble home?” Asked the vampire as he turned his attention back to the disguised one.
"A little adventure" she replied in all earnest. "I've been roaming the world since practically the dawn of life and every area changes after a while so I like to keep moving and re-discover places. The people change so the places do as well. Even in your home for instance, new vampires are about that were not even alive last time I passed through this city a few hundred years ago. Last area I was in recently was Karador Keep about 100 years ago. Since then I've been on other continents."
After a pause she continued, "Though, I guess you could say that I was also visiting a home of mine as I used to be of your kind."
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Post by Moloch on Jun 8, 2013 20:10:12 GMT -5
Moloch moved back to the stage where the other seemed to enjoy standing and rested his arm on the railing to the stairs he'd been before. He listened to all she had to say and he smiled at the mention of Karador Keep. All of her questions had an answer and he would oblige her as to one seeing as though the simple answer wasn’t enough.
“The gods started it all. When they first made the humans they kept no secrets from them and found later that it was a horribly bad mistake to have done so as the humans took all their knowledge and used it for some of the most horrid things. So the gods came up with a way to hide the information... they couldn’t just undo what they created, even they aren't immune to their own rules. Some of the human children retain that knowledge or parts of it because even the gods are not perfect and so there are genetic markers that will skip the new gene imposed on them. Perhaps the reason they've always seemed to grow this way to you is because this isn't the first planet that was made for creatures.” He then paused to look up at her. “You see now the full reasoning behind your questions?” He asked.
He wasn't concerned about the manner of creature she was. The fact that she wasn't human was good enough for him not to kill her for trespassing in his home. Honestly he truly didn't care. He wouldn't be impressed at how long she'd been around or what she thought she knew of the world she lived in. Fact was he probably knew just about as much if not more than even an old fart like her. He'd conversed with the Chaos entity and Adriana and was very well read not to mention the fact that he had so much accumulated knowledge from his blood memories that it helped to drive him insane. No he truly didn't care a lick about other creatures or what they thought they might know. All he truly cared about was having a nice warm body to feed on and his collection of treasures... and maybe some fun here or there. Then again with that said... depending on the personality he's in where his cares may lie.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 8, 2013 20:37:58 GMT -5
Turning her head slightly up and to her left, her right eye squinted somewhat while she listened to his explanation. With what knowledge she did have about the gods it made sense to her. And then why had she not asked her Lady about the children when they were still able to converse? Mikïa knew very well that the Lady loved the human children as much as she did but never thought to ask before, which was odd considering how much she loved knowledge.
"That I do. And it clarifies so much more, thank you very much for expanding for me."
She smiled with much glee at present, not because of what she just found out but because the vampire before her was not as thick headed and daft like most of them were. This one actually had a head on his shoulders. "I thank you as well for helping to raise my esteem towards vampires. It does me good to know that other than my sister Adriana, there are some intelligent ones out there. It is quite refreshing."
She normally ended up dealing with vampires and lycans that thought they were the greatest even though they really knew nothing of life or of how to read opponents. Sure, teaching them lessons was entertaining but talking and learning had it's merits too which she greatly loved.
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Post by Moloch on Jun 8, 2013 20:58:31 GMT -5
Moloch inclined his head to the woman and then smiled slightly as he raised his head up again. At least this creature could speak to him unlike so many other strange things that came through here. Oh certainly they had a handle on what human speech was but seldom could they bring forward any intellectual conversation. There were a few vampires that stayed here that made for good conversation and so he really didn't know what she meant by her words of he being a rarity. Then again perhaps she was talking about those mindless things that some vampires made to act as their thugs. The slave race of vampires that were truly more dead than alive, half starved and abused in any and every means.
“Have you met Sadia as of yet?” He then asked. “She seems a bit frightened of myself but she really is quite an intelligent being you know.” He continued. “If you do happen upon her you should say hi. She's very young but like I said.. she has a good head on her shoulders.” He shrugged.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 8, 2013 21:23:51 GMT -5
"I have not as of yet but I will be sure to keep an eye out for her."
Tiring of the outfit she had on the immortal continued, "I hope you don't mind" and without even waiting or explaining what she was on about, proceeded to rip off the red dress, revealing her normal clothes underneath that were well hidden and, using the dress, whipped off the makeup she had used to cover her skin. While doing so, she also removed the wig, revealing her real hair.
What would have taken a 'normal person' a few minutes to carefully take off such an elegant dress and remove so much make up took her mere moments as she did not care any longer for the state of said dress. It was not like she needed it again for another opera display. She rarely if ever did the same thing over again.
Sighing with relief she said simply, "Ah. Much better." And smiled brightly.
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Post by Moloch on Jun 8, 2013 21:44:55 GMT -5
Moloch watched with slight interest at what she was doing. At first he'd thought perhaps she would be naked under there but to his dissatisfaction she apparently was not. He sighed slightly at this but continued to watch as she revealed the remainder of herself in all her blue glory.
“Much better indeed.” He replied looking her over now that she was truly showing who she was. “I must say I do so like the skin tone... It kind of reminds me of an old Nosferatu vampire I ran into a few years back.. man was she great. Her skin was about your color if memory serves me correctly, perhaps that is the kind of vampire you used to be.” He stated sort of offhandedly. Once again, it wasn't aht her being intrested him but that he simply did listen to her when she said she used to be one of his kind.. but of course being one of his kind meant a great many different things... was she of the Nosferatu or the Daeva, Akhud or perhaps she was like him a Dracul, or perhaps any of the others as well. There were a great many different clans and some were more monster than human where others didn't believe in killing humans at all. So her statement of once being a vampire meant little to him because it would have had to be more specific than I simply used to be a vampire.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 8, 2013 22:10:38 GMT -5
"Oddly enough, though I have met a few, no, I was never one of their kind. And the blue is different slightly. I only got my blue skin and silver hair and all other accessories that vampires normally don't have after a lycan mortally wounded me with its bite. I thought for sure I was gone but my Lady had other plans for me it seems. I remember smelling the fire lilies right before my lights went out that night." She smiled fondly at the recollection of that odor.
"Waking up, alive, in the middle of the day was a shock to me after being used to the vampire life for over a hundred years. Now it's just normal and it's who I am."
"Enough about little old me though. What do you like to do for fun after you've had your meal?" She grinned slyly.
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