Spite

Spite

Postby VulspethTrezner » Wed Jun 30, 2004 4:48 pm

The moon shined brightly down on the wooded path towards town by the time Vulspeth reached it from his lair. He paused in the center of the road and committed to a futile act, inhaling the cool night air deep into his long since dried out lungs, expanding them in a fashion that he has long since lost any use for, and slowly let it back out into the surrounding space. This brief gesture, biologically useless but psychologically necessary, prepared him for the intensity of the deed he was to perform this evening. The breath of night air always helped to give him an influx of what a living man may call vitality or confidence or even gumption, any of those things would suffice. Properly prepared for the evening’s festivities, he moved forth along the path until he drew closer to the commoner’s dwellings, to their shops. He eyed the doorway to the local smithy as he passed, his gaze poured over the stonework that constituted the north facing wall of a bakery. Alas, goods are not what he was in search of tonight. He continued along, occasionally passing a group of raucous young men out for a night on the town. His steps carried him further along the winding village roads when at last he spotted his mark…one man, dressed plainly, and all alone. He was headed out towards a more populated area of town and smelled of strong drink, probably on his way home from a tavern, perhaps even the Dagger. Vulspeth knew not if this was the only tavern in this town, but it mattered not, especially at this moment. He approached the man and stumbled slightly as if he had been consuming the poison as well this evil, occasionally stumbling over his own feet or dragging one boot noisily along the roadside with intense deliberation. He struck up a conversation with the man, something about the outcome of one of the more talked about local skirmishes and continued along, chatting lively with the man as he made his way home. To an outsider, one might think the vampire was quite engaged in this socialization, but it just was not so. The name of this poor soul, though spoken more than once, never quite sunk into his head. The subjects they spoke of, the jokes that were told, laughs that were had…though genuine on one half of the exchange, were nothing more than savage imitations of mortal activities. Vulspeth no longer knew how to connect with another human in this manner, his thinking and values having become completely alien in comparison with his formal self. He projected himself, or at least a self that he thought the man would feel safe with, and continued along the seemingly merry journey. Eventually, they came to a stop at the abode of his new ‘friend.’

“Well friend, I must be going in now…the wife’s probably gone ahead and stayed awake waiting for me.”

Vulspeth stared into the man’s eyes for a moment as he spoke.

“I’d love to meet your wife. Why don’t I come in with you?”


The man's eyes glazed over for that moment in time.

"Yes, come in and meet my wife." He acquiesced and opened the door. He stepped inside. He met his wife, who was indeed awake as he had suspected. He let the vampire in. He then stood there, dumbstruck as something bizarre happened. A sharp noise pierced the tranquil air of the room. The woman had stood up to meet this new guest of her husband’s, though surprised, and then was met with an even greater surprise. The vampire lurched towards her suddenly and struck her across the face with closed hand, aided by the potent strength of the undead. A loud clap was heard as the soft flesh of her cheek was pulped against the bones of her face, which cracked cleanly under the force of the blow. She dropped down to the ground and was still, and the vampire turned towards the man who was already upon him, shrieking curses at him through loud sobs. He threw himself at the vampire and was unexpectedly caught in his arms, writhing uselessly. The Baali gave a predatory grin as he bent the man back slightly and applied his jaws to his throat, forcing the elongated canines through warm, living flesh. Commoner’s blood ran freely into the monster’s mouth for as long as he held the hapless victim, but it left enough still flowing in the living vessel to keep him alive for a few more moments of fun. Vulspeth dropped the man to the floor beside his wife and stared at them while he drew a long, thin dagger from within the folds of his coat. A statement must be made this eve, this was no mere hunt for food. He lowered himself to the two victims. Local politics had been against him, and some general treachery was afoot. Perhaps he had not made himself clear in these last few years of his residence in Myrken Wood, so now he would try again. He applied the dagger to his two victims, slowly and deliberately, covering the floor in hot, viscous gore. Perhaps this first message would do the job, but he did not suspect that would be so. The infernal Baali stood up and gazed about at his handiwork, satisfied. A shove of the foot would roll what was once a local man over onto its stomach, and the Baali carved a single word, Spite, onto his back with the tip of the blade, moving ever so slowly so as to make sure the handwriting was immaculate. He then put the weapon back into his coat and left the home. He shut the door neatly behind him and smiled, quite pleased. The vampire then strolled right back out of town, cautiously keeping to the shadows and chuckling under his breath in anticipation of things to come.
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