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Post by EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD on Oct 4, 2010 22:12:19 GMT -6
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“I’m not insane I’m not insane.” Ezael sang to him self as he walked down the stairs into the Vault of the Vampire. His steps were careless making as much noise as he could. There was little he feared in this world, he was old, he was strong, he healed many times from almost fatal wounds, and now it took less time to recover. His fingers dragged across the stone walls as he skipped down the steps still singing to him self. He had fed and the blood in his system gave his skin a more warmer look then the ice cold dead corps look he often sported. He only grew quite and his steps slower when he came to the large stone. “So your daddy.” He said aloud to the rock. “The first, father of all vampires, locked away in a stone. See, reasons you never piss off a god, they are vengeful.” He moved closer placing his hands on the stone. “Some days I wonder if you’re my real father, see I never knew mine, never knew my mother either, just been Dom and me for as long as I can remember, and I remember a long time ago.” He took a step backwards. “I guess this would be a good excuse to why you were never around, trapped in a rock.” Ezael tilted his head looking over the rock its self now and not the vampire in it. “not insane.” He continued the song after some silence.
“Guess this is what greed gets you wanting too many lovers, stuck in a rock for who knows how long.” the vampire reached out to touch the stone now. “Like a old puzzle, might try and solve it, free you, to do what though, drink your blood and become stronger or let you take over the world that has forgotten you.” He chuckled a little stepping back once more eyes scanning the room. “Maybe I should steal a witch, make her break the curse, and if they can’t least I have a meal.” His eyes though still scanned the room looking for some kind of clue, this was a puzzle and he was going to figure it out.
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Post by cecilia on Oct 16, 2010 23:07:14 GMT -6
 
Maybe Cecilia just needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen to her and who would be safe to talk to. Or maybe she just needed something to keep her busy; Since she would find herself spending her time down in the vault attempting to figure out the puzzle of the curse. Whatever her exact reason was, Cecilia had spent a good amount of time down there. She would come down to talk every once in awhile. She would need someone to talk to about everything. And she figured that the first vampire might enjoy some company. He was stuck in the vault for hundreds of years, he might want someone around. He must get lonely, and a voice might be welcoming. Or that was at least what Cecilia figured. She wondered if he could even hear her, or maybe if he could see her. He might be able to see her and all the other vampires that came to free him. Cecilia figured that some of the vampires were trying to free the first vampire just for the fame. While others, like Cecilia, had their own reasons to get him out or really no reason at all.
Today after being bored out of her mind Cecilia decided to get out and do something. She was thinking about heading into the forests or into a human parts of the kingdoms. Though she wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the humans tonight. So she decided against it. So she figured she would stop by the vault. She had nothing really to talk about but maybe she would work on trying to open the vault. What she had found funny was the people who gave up after one try. Cecilia figured it would take time, multiple times. So, she continued to go back even after she had failed to open it so many times. But she knew she was closer and closer every time. As she walked down to the vault she could sense that someone else was there to. Not only did the smell give it away but as she got closer she could hear his faint thoughts. But she choose not to invade his thoughts, was a bit rude for never meeting him. She didn’t mind someone else being down there. Other vampires hardly ever bothered her. “It’s hard than it looks. I have been trying to figure it out myself for awhile. But who knows, maybe you will find out something new” she told him
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Post by EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD on Oct 20, 2010 19:49:40 GMT -6
'' take your past and burn it up and let
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Ezael stood there staring at the vampire and the rock. Magic, that was all he could think would free him. Sadly Ezael had no magic of his own. Nails scrapped over the stone, how would one go about tricking a sorceress; or as he called them witches, into helping him. Only thing he could think of was using the ego, the same way that fox did to the gingerbread man. “first the tail, then the back then the head and as soon as the other side I get what I want.” The screech could be heard. He stopped tilting his head some to the stairs, his senses were sharp due to his age, sure he never gained a power like some do, but his natural talents were enhanced. Who ever it was they were a vampire, the smell alone told him that. It wasn’t that vampires smelled bad, they just smelt like dirt ash, things not alive, but not repulsing either. If vampires had a bad sent humans would not want to hang around like they do.
Ezael stood where he was, hiding would be pointless who ever it was knew he was there. He looked her over Cecilia, girls like her became known fast, sleeping with their king. He smiled, she is pretty, and Ezael did like pretty things. “Maybe it isn’t hard, maybe its real easy but we are too occupied thinking its hard to see how easy it really is.” Ezael smiled at her as he took a step back and let his hand fall. “Your Cecilia aren’t you.” Ezael forced a polite smile instead of a smart ass one and took a step towards her and held out a hand to shake hers. “My name is Ezael.”
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Post by morrigan on Nov 1, 2010 13:46:49 GMT -6
Morrigan's steps were loud even to her own ears. Every step down the stairs that went to the vault were always so loud to her, they were as loud as the first time she had ever been down here, those many thousand years ago.
Walking into the room, she was surprised to see two other Vampires standing in the room, talking. One was the girl who wanted more fame then she should, the other was someone Morrigan had never met. He looked old, peoples Aura's changed as they got older, Morrigan knew that. He was old, not as old as her, but far older then the other in the room.
Interesting...
She didn't enter their conversation, nor interrupt them. She merely placed her hands on the crystal that bound Lames. His features hadn't changed all that much, which she admired. He had always been handsome.
"If your called the First? Am I called the Second?" Morrigan whispered to herself under her breath, before laughing slightly to herself.
"I miss you," She whispered. And she did, Morrigan missed Lames so much. She knew he was aware, that he could see, and hear, and probably feel. His Aura said so...granted, Morrigan couldn't really see Lames' aura all that well, but it was there, he was aware of the world around him.
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