A Strange Obsession

DungeonMaster · #1 (**permalink**) 07-10-2008, 03:59 PM

A horrid weeping filled the night air, the source of which could not be discerned. The night air was stagnant, cold, and wet. A thunderstorm was building on the far horizon, and the weeping made a fine companion to the distant rumbling. The night held a feeling of loss, as if some tradgedy had fallen during the night, perhaps many years ago on this night. A single name was issued forth from the weeping voice, and never before had such a mournfu cry filled the New Haven air, "Tatyana..." Cried the voice in despair and agony.

Betsy Braddock · #2 (**permalink**) 07-15-2008, 04:53 PM

Betsy's eyes flew open, tears pouring down her cheeks. The grief and sadness was overwhelming. She was perhaps the one person in this whole place would could feel it. She'd been honing her skills so it was easy enough to follow the emotional pathway to the mind of the person.
~Please......please stop.~
Her voice was young in his mind. He could tell she was human. The fact that she was human and a telepath at that suprised him. It intrigued him. What was more suprising was that her voice held the sadness, loneliness, and grief that he was experiencing. It was almost as if she was feeling it to. Despite her voice mirroring his emotions he felt a sense of peace when she spoke. When she stopped he wanted only to hear her speak again. SHe seemed to calm the beast inside.
~You have to stop.~
Betsy knew it was a risk reaching out to the man. Kyra had warned her against such things. She didn't always know the mind of the person she'd be interacting with. But in truth his emotions were pouring into her and she hadn't yet developed the necessary shields. His emotions had been so strong they had busted through her natural defenses while she slept. They had also opened her up to others around him as well, but his were the strongest. Perhaps if she stopped his the others would fade. As it was she worried it might overload her brain. Already she could feel the headache that would be followed by a nosebleed and eventually her brain would shut down.

DungeonMaster · #3 (**permalink**) 07-25-2008, 10:09 AM

The crying stopped, but the overwhelming emotion was still there. Then the wind howled, and a strange mist filled her room. He too was able to hone in on others emotions. He formed by the window of the room, arms folded, wrapped in an ankle-length cape. His most prominent features were his eyes. When he spoke, it was hard to get past the thick accent, something distinctly european, but not easily identifiable. "You... cannot be her." He took a few steps forward, and then he reached out, letting the cloack fall to his sides. Her mind was filled with images of this woman... Tatyana... falling from the side of a castle. She would feel his anger in the memories of trying to find her body for days to no avail. He softened, and the sadness began to leave. He whispered the name across the room, "Tatyana..." His voice was mesmerizing, and his eyes grew more intense with each passing second, first pulsing red, then changing color like glass beads filling with blood. He continued to advance at his slow rate. She sensed that he meant her no harm.

Betsy Braddock · #4 (**permalink**) 07-26-2008, 05:00 PM

"No....."
SHe held up her hand in a gesture to stop. She was backing away from him. The closer he got the more his emotions and thoughts overwhelmed her. She back up right into a corner and pulled her knees to her chest. She could already fill it. Blood was trickling from her nose as her brain tried to process too much at once. Vivid blue eyes looked at him in panic and fear. Her long purple hair cascaded around her as her white nightgown covered every spec of skin.
"Vampire.......Strahd......"
How did a small spec of a girl know that about him? He was an ancient. TO read his mind would be impossible even for another of his kind. Yet this little slip of a human was rifling through his thought she could feel it. He couldn't know that she couldn't help it. He couldn't know that his thoughts and emotions were flooding her. He couldn't know that any second with his close proximity her brain would hemorrhage and she'd go into a coma.

DungeonMaster · #5 (**permalink**) 07-27-2008, 10:54 AM

"No?" He moved in a flash and was right in front of her, "No... you are not her... uggggh..." He reached his hand back to slap her down. Then he paused, "Another disappointment..." At that moment he hissed, and his face took on a terrible grimace. Her mind would flood with images of rage, and his eyes began to turn black. The hand began to fall.

A wind blew past him, and as his hand fell, it was quickly parried by a fist. The crack of the two hitting was terribly loud. Then they were both gone in a whirlwind of mist and leaves.

They appeared on the far side of the city, and Shii-Kah-Mii looked into his black eyes, "You are chaos. I can feel it in you. You must be destroyed." He struck out at Strahd, and they began to fight in the street. Shii-Kah-Mii managed to dodge most of his attacks. Strahd would eventually land a blow on him that he would not want to stand up after.

Betsy Braddock · #6 (**permalink**) 07-28-2008, 09:24 PM

She fell over onto her side. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body started seizing. She was still connected with Strahd. Though Strahd might not have felt Shii's blows ot his own body she did. Each blow reverbrated throughout her own body. She couldn't break lose.
~Ohhhh god......~
Her voice echoed faint and weak in Strahd's mind. It seemed to pull at him, calm the anger and demons within. Then the connection was broken. She had stopped seizing. Her body lay on the bed, blood pouring from her nose. Her face was pale, some of her bones broken, bruises marred her skin, her eyes were shut, her breathing slow and irregular, and her pulse was barely there. In truth she was dying.

DungeonMaster · #7 (**permalink**) 08-03-2008, 08:27 PM

Strahd gazed into shii-Kah-Mii's eyes, and then he spoke loudly, "My problem is not with you... if you attack me, you will kill her. Let me help her. We will settle this another day." He turned to mist and blew away on the sind. Shii-Kah-Mii did nothing to stop it. He reappeared just inside Betsy's bedroom, a single tear falling from his face. He moved to her bed and lifted her from it, speaking to her telepathically, ~I can save you... but you will be forever an icon of fear in human eyes. I can bring you back from the dead... just reach through the nether... take my hand.~

He reached deep into her telepathically, looking for her consciousness. He extended his fangs a bit, tilting his head back, ~This may hurt a little, but I don't think you'll mind in your state.~ He came down to bite her, and when he did, he paused. He almost expected a response, and then, without waiting further, he dug his fangs deep into the base of her neck between her shoulder and her ear. He lingered there, drinking, until he was sure that he had enough of her blood to change her, and then he reached out one last time, ~Do you want to live forever?~

Betsy Braddock · #8 (**permalink**) 08-04-2008, 11:19 AM

~Kyra......~
The name whispered in his mind and he felt tension rise. Kyra was a Slayer. She killed those vampires that killed while feeding. If the girl knew her, knew what she was she was probably tied to the vampire in some way. If Kyra showed up here he'd be in trouble. So far she hadn't hunted him had no proof if he killed while feeding. However Kyra wouldn't hesitate to attack based on what she would see right now. Despite the impending arrival of the slayer. the girl was more a concern why he wouldn't know. He should be getting out of there. The slayer was probably already on her way. Yet he couldn't leave the girl. Why did she appeal to him? She looked young probably no more than 18. The white gown wasn't sexy or anything. It was simple and covered her skin. Her long purple hair felt like silk against his arms and her lashes rested against her cheeks like crescent moons. She smelled like the night, clean and pure. Her blood tasted like ambrosia and for a moment he forgot Tatyana. Why couldn't he let her die? She was nothing but a slip of a girl. Yet despite everything he couldn't leave her here. She didn't respond to his question, he felt her spirit drift away.

Kyra · #9 (**permalink**) 08-07-2008, 12:43 PM

ooc: using my character.....bad. changing your post......good.

DungeonMaster · #10 (**permalink**) 08-07-2008, 03:01 PM

Strahd stopped drinking, and a small condensation lined the surface of his eyes, making him look nearly human. "Live... please live, my love." He pleaded with her, and then he fell to his knees, laying her on the floor and wailing terribly. He had failed her yet again in his mind. He felt as if he had lost tatyana all over again, and as suddenly as the grief had come upon him, he grew cold with the feeling of her spirit leaving. He turned to a thin mist and creeped along the night mist that clung low to the ground. He was tormented by the thought of her death, so he tried to move his mind to something else as he traveled.