Nathan_Vergis
Sep 12th, 2002, 07:53:40 PM
The rat scurried across the lavish red carpet, making its way up between the tall shelving that hosued the books of the damned. Oblivious to the knowledge of hatred and evil that had been put to paper and stored in the very shrine it lived in.
The Back of the chair resembled a spine complete with ribs extending from the vertibrae from its bottom to were the librarians head rested.
Vergis sat slumped in the great librarians chair, his limbs resting over the crafted bone furniture. Though his eyes remained open his expression was of long time dead, fortified against the eternal whispering of the library of books.
The rat inquizitivley raised its head to sniff at the librarians shoe, a cold blue metalic plating that matched the skin tight moon blue armour that encased the Vampyre like an exo-skeleton. Yet the rat sensed no life, no heat from this body.
The rat extended its body and clambered onto the cold metalic foot before cautiously crawling up the unfamiliar terrain until is found a little comfort spot on the corpses cold crotch. It curled around itelf looking for something of interest when it felt its neck snap.
The cold hand of Nathan Vergis had instinctivley reached for the rodent in his Vampyre manner, and brought the rat to his deathly white lips. Rats blood was not for the conissuer, but Nathan had never been that fussy. After all, in his life he had been an Insurance Investigator.
In his death he maintained the Books of the Damned, and their cursed converstation a constant reminder that his eternity was not one to have requested. The warm red blood trickled from the Vampyres blue cold lips, the first drop spilled in the Vampyres un-natural life.
But in the ironic sense that when one was cursing the books that constantly spoke to him, one book would have to have mentioned something of interest. Could it be? The name was vague, and Nathan knew that he himself had never heard the syllables before, but the name was impossibly weighed down with power and intrigue.
For the first time in several weeks, the thinly wasting vampyre stood from the chair and regained his former self within seconds of leaving the cursed seat. His pearl white skin regained little colour though, it would take more than a meer rat to refuel his flesh. Without attention Vergis discarded the drained rodent to the floor and made his way to the Vampyre's inner sanctums. There was much to discuss....
The Back of the chair resembled a spine complete with ribs extending from the vertibrae from its bottom to were the librarians head rested.
Vergis sat slumped in the great librarians chair, his limbs resting over the crafted bone furniture. Though his eyes remained open his expression was of long time dead, fortified against the eternal whispering of the library of books.
The rat inquizitivley raised its head to sniff at the librarians shoe, a cold blue metalic plating that matched the skin tight moon blue armour that encased the Vampyre like an exo-skeleton. Yet the rat sensed no life, no heat from this body.
The rat extended its body and clambered onto the cold metalic foot before cautiously crawling up the unfamiliar terrain until is found a little comfort spot on the corpses cold crotch. It curled around itelf looking for something of interest when it felt its neck snap.
The cold hand of Nathan Vergis had instinctivley reached for the rodent in his Vampyre manner, and brought the rat to his deathly white lips. Rats blood was not for the conissuer, but Nathan had never been that fussy. After all, in his life he had been an Insurance Investigator.
In his death he maintained the Books of the Damned, and their cursed converstation a constant reminder that his eternity was not one to have requested. The warm red blood trickled from the Vampyres blue cold lips, the first drop spilled in the Vampyres un-natural life.
But in the ironic sense that when one was cursing the books that constantly spoke to him, one book would have to have mentioned something of interest. Could it be? The name was vague, and Nathan knew that he himself had never heard the syllables before, but the name was impossibly weighed down with power and intrigue.
For the first time in several weeks, the thinly wasting vampyre stood from the chair and regained his former self within seconds of leaving the cursed seat. His pearl white skin regained little colour though, it would take more than a meer rat to refuel his flesh. Without attention Vergis discarded the drained rodent to the floor and made his way to the Vampyre's inner sanctums. There was much to discuss....