Post by Andre on Dec 1, 2008 8:49:44 GMT -7
I'm older than I wish to be
This town holds no more for me
All my life I've tried to find another way
This town holds no more for me
All my life I've tried to find another way
The wind howled. He wasn't sure why it howled, it just always did. No matter what dime a dozen pulp fiction one read, the wind always howled. It was one of those philosophical paradoxes which always seemed to permeate every day life, simply to leave the 'liver', if you will, feeling distinctly nauseous. But all that was simply academic and utterly beside the point, for the wind really did howl around the Raven Tower of D'dary Manor.
In the center of the floorspace, high up above the streets of the city below, the vampire known to the world and to posterity as Andre D'dary sat, fingers steepled in his lap, a raven perched precariously upon his left shoulder. His eyes were closed, and his hair hung lank in his face. He had not moved from this spot in three weeks. A knife lay at his feet, congealed, clotted blood clung to the blade, and spoke of recent severances. Rolling his neck slightly, hearing the bones and joins crack, he opened his eyes and looked to the bird on his shoulder.
"Well then, Oreb old friend," he said softly, only very slightly louder than a whisper, "I think it is time you and I took some air and stretched my legs a little. What say you?"
Unsurprisingly, the raven said nothing, and yet seemed to almost nod his assent. Rising slowly to his feet, Andre stretched his body out to its full height, utilising muscles that had not moved in far too long. He smiled as he felt vitality returning to his form, and then wiped it from his face as he felt the burning desire to feed register itself upon his mind. He stood upon the roof of his home, the manor house he had raised for his family, and decided that the stairs were for other people. He stepped off the edge.
As he walked on the air, the winds of enchantment keeping him aloft, he mused upon the slight problem of where it was he would find his first meal for some time. He decided that he would head to the Halls, reasoning that there were always morons ready to part with cash, and easy targets begging to be parted with their lives, in that part of town. He smiled a smile utterly lacking humor, and strode off into the night.
Brief moments later, a human's throat was at his lips, his voice rendered silent by a swiftly and deftly snapped neck. His blood flowed down Andre's throat, stimulating those organs and muscles which had remained dormant since he had reawoken. Tearing his fangs from the man's flash, he threw his head back and snarled at the night sky. He let the blood lust take him.
As he rampaged through the city, butchering humans, Oreb the raven flew above it all, seemingly unhearing. The screams from below could not have failed to reach him, nor could the faint, keening, cries of newly orphaned children as they clutched their parents corpses to them in the vague hope that they may yet wake up once more to take them into their arms and tell them they love them.
Andre paused at a street corner, his shirt and hair slick with blood, and smiled. His need for blood, for that sweet ambrosia of humanity, was sated. He let out a guttural call, and waited patiently. Before long, Oreb floated down from the night sky, and alighted upon his left shoulder once more. Andre checked his reflection in a nearby shop window, and grinned ruefully to himself.
"Looks like I need to freshen up, my friend." he said softly, before turning and walking away.
As he left, the shop window presented an interesting view to the dead eyes of his most recent victims. Seemingly floating, although not moving a muscle, and moving away at about shoulder height, was a raven. A raven with Andre's face.
Andre D'dary was nowhere to be seen.
Quoted portion from ''Rockin' Chair'' by Oasis.