Are you sure you aren't being hunted in the night?
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By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Thread Started on Sept 11, 2009, 2:33pm »
The notes had drawn her to the campus. She wasn’t sure why she’d even wandered to this part of town, she rarely ventured so close. Her main reason was because this school had been built near where her fiancé used to live so long ago. Her glowing green eyes studied the looming building as she followed the music. So many memories ran through her as she did. She picked up many different scents, mostly werewolf..of course. She knew that a few werewolves worked here at the school, maybe she wouldn’t run in to any of them.
Yeah right, with her kind of luck? Oh well, if she did maybe they would be like that Elijah man she’d run into a few days, well nights, ago. Her pale peach colored skin seemed ghostly in the moonlight. She stopped just before reaching the door of the building where the music was coming from. It was beautiful. Dreaded always had a thing for classical music.
Dread closed her eyes, resting against the old stone wall. She felt a wave of emotions crash over her like a ship in a violent storm. The song that was being played was the same song that had played when Richard had first proposed to her. She inhaled sharply. She would not let this affect her. Richard was dead and he wasn’t coming back and if she had to bear the burden of his memory for the rest of her life then she would do so without turning into a crying wreck.
Dread straightened up, regaining her composure as best she could. No better way to start moving on than to start listening to reminders. It had taken her over 100 years but it was better late than never, yes?
Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #1 on Sept 12, 2009, 10:55pm »
The night was so young, Cerberus thought as he sat behind a desk and grading papers that were given in on the history of philosophy. He was deathly bored though, as this was not one of his favorite hobbies. As a matter of fact, while he enjoyed reading them, hoping that one of them would be a masterpiece work of one in the class that would be a potential for the gift of the werewolf, it was still not what he would rather be doing right now. Even after 3,000 years of living, one could never grow past the inner hunger. At least, not for long. Cerberus finished grading the last of the papers and sat up. He was wearing a formal jacket, the kind most serious-looking professors wear, and a black, sleeveless shirt underneath, a pair of dress pants and dress shoes. To most of his students, the eligible bachelor, Dr. Allen Mitchell, the name that Cerberus used when in the open, was a person of handsomeness and of great build. One look at him shouted body builder to every mortal eye. However, there were some that were not mortal and knew what he was, and knew to stay away from him. A meaningless effort. Anyone that gave off the scent that they knew what he was either became like him, or died as food, or was kidnapped for slavery. The Blood Pack could always use another breeder.
Cerberus rose from his chair, and began to walk around the area, following the scent of the person who was not like the other humans. It was a familiar scent. It was that of a full blooded vampire. Cerberus held extreme content for his nocturnal counterparts, either turning those he deems worthy, or torturing them by exposing their backs to a small amount of sunlight to make them tell him where their coven is, or where a vampire coven may be at before exposing them fully to sunlight. It was vampires that slaughtered his birth clan, prior to creating his Blood Pack clan. Such an embarrassment to his kind that blood sucking creatures like them would be able to do such a thing to his mighty clan of so long ago. Cerberus has since then dedicated his life to making only the worthy survive to become werewolves like his kind, and to breed more werewolves in the long run.
He has come so close to power in the past. Part of his plans involve getting involved in a world power, and London seems like the perfect place to start. It was diseased and decadent. Never had he been in the mist of so much blood, mayhem and torment since World War II. Back then, there were many deaths and chaos, that aroused his senses so much, that he could not help but join in on. Once in, he would use his knowledge to turn it around, and begin to make it a powerful nation once again. Then, the nation would become a nation of werewolves. Already, there were people in high positions that were ready to make his goals happen. The flames of retribution would burn bright, and the great lycanthrope race would live in glory forever.
But before that could happen, he had to work towards his goal by ridding the world of the other vermin races that inhabit it. Before it could happen, he had to exist as a wolf amongst sheep. Show a friendly face to them, gain their trust and then make them, or enslave them.
After leaving his office, and following the scent, he noticed it was near the music hall. Countless times, Cerberus arrived here to listen to the melodies of the orchestra. The beauty of Beethoven, Handel, and Mozart. The sounds of the Renaissance era, the Romantic era, Baroque era, and many others. Cerberus was amazed that the vampire had a fondness of such music, and thought that maybe this vampire would make a worthy werewolf, if bitten. The thoughts were infinite, but with only one outcome. Before he knew if this vampire would be worthy or not, he would have to look at it, and talk to it and not let on his intentions. His scent lead him around the corner, where he “bumped” into the vampire. Cerberus noticed books laying on the ground next and bent down to pick them up. “I am terribly sorry, Miss!” he spoke in a convincingly surprised tone, “I was trying to make the musical session. I hope you are alright…”
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Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #2 on Sept 13, 2009, 4:04am »
She caught his scent before she saw him. Of course she would run into a werewolf tonight, a full fledged one at that. Dread eyed the man a moment, his surprised tone was indeed convincing but it wasn’t hard for her to know he was faking it. He knew what she was just like she knew what he was. Dread faked a smile though as she watched him pick up the books. “Oh it’s quite alright. I think they’re going to be starting another song in just a moment.” She said with a slight nod, brushing her raven black hair out of her eyes.
There was a slight breeze and her white skirt fluttered a bit. She looked down at it and then back at the man. “The music drew my attention, I just love the classics.” As well as lived through them. She thought absently. Dread studied him a brief moment again before looking at the door. “Are those your books?” She asked curiously, looking back at him. “I didn’t even notice them there until now.” She laughed softly.
Even if she seemed relaxed, her guard was up. This moment made her think of Elijah briefly, about how he’d been bitten by a werewolf. She shook it off, whoever this particular werewolf was..he was not sinking his teeth in to her. Dreaded managed another smile, toying a bit with the end of her black peasant blouse she was wearing. She probably looked like a Wiccan to teenagers and real young adults around this campus if they saw her. Really it was just the type of clothes she loved the most since she’d grown up around them.
“Oh how rude of me,” She smiled. “my name is Dreaded. And yours?” Dread asked, extending a hand slightly. For a moment she wondered if he would even shake her hand. She smirked inwardly, he probably wouldn’t. She didn’t even know why he had bothered with her, he obviously had an ulterior motive, but Dreaded would wait awhile to try and figure out what it was.
Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #3 on Sept 13, 2009, 6:43am »
Cerberus looked at the young girl. Her movements told him that she was not too old of a vampire. She was at least a little over a century old at best. Cerberus had spent years acting innocent. Years of portraying the innocent man that he was, a seemingly kind-hearted person, when in fact he was just as vicious as the animal he could turn into. However, her doubted he could pass as a human with this one. He was sure that she had run into his kind before and probably knew his scent right off. “Well, that is a relief,” he said, referring to the orchestra, “perhaps you would like to accompany me there. It would be nice to know that my old bones can still enjoy the company of such a young flower as yourself.” He lifted a gloved hand and smiled, his canines covered by false dentures to prevent anyone from noticing his marks as a werewolf, the teeth and the nails.
For a vampire however, she had taste. Maybe, just maybe, she would make an appropriate werewolf after all. It would not be the first time a vampire, full, or non, had been infected by the mark of the wolf. He smiled politely at her as she remarked about her love for the classics. Cerberus smiled and nodded in agreement. “I have heard many a musical masterpiece in my time,” he responded, “works that lift one’s soul and makes them realize the beauty that life can create.” And wasted potential. Cerberus knew a good number of musical classics from the past because he heard a good number of them in his time. This one probably saw a good few of them in her time as well. It would not surprise him once. He looked at the books and grinned. They were new philosophy books that just recently came out. “Yes, they are,” He admitted, “I am a professor of philosophy here at this university. I do not think I have seen you in any of my classes before, perhaps I will see you sometime. One can never get enough of philosophy.” It was all too easy to do. Right now, he gave off the attitude of a kind-hearted professor of philosophy, and yet on the inside he was wondering when he would begin to convince her to join him.
As if his outfit did not give it away, he looked like a professor with how he dressed. It was a social formalness that would have fit in to your everyday person. It was all apart of his personality and how he kept himself. He had spent twelve years perfecting this alias of the young college professor of philosophy. His teachings, and political advice has brought him close to being a member in the House of Lords, and possible knighthood. He then recalled how long ago, it was so easy to become knighted. Save a few maidens from “attacking vampires” and one could become a hero. Nowadays, one had to be a person of supreme knowledge and wisdom. Which was why it was essential to be the person he was now. His ownership of a meat-packaging factory also went unnoticed.
“It is a pleasure, Dreaded,” he said with a warmhearted voice, “an interesting name, by the way. My name is Prof. Allen Mitchell.” His name was quite easy to create. Not too many people had even bothered to look for any record. Most of his pack was a member of almost every part of London. He wondered if she would join. If she would like to become one of his pack and accept the bite of the wolf. It would not be an easy task, it would take time, but he was sure she would accept.
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Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #4 on Sept 13, 2009, 1:35pm »
Well he was good at it, maybe he should have gone into acting instead of teaching. Dread smiled faintly and rested her hand in his palm. “I think that sounds like a plan.” She laughed just a bit. She listened as the music began to wind down, a pained look crossed her eyes very briefly before it was gone. Dread hoped he hadn’t noticed, but even if he had maybe he wouldn’t mention it. She studied him briefly again and tilted her head as he continued speaking, studying his gloves, it was too hot this time of year to be wearing gloves, then again it was too hot to be wearing long sleeves too. Dread had a feeling she knew why he was wearing them though.
“I have too. Lovely composers back in the day. I don’t even think it’s appropriate to call today’s music music.” She laughed a bit again, looking towards the door a moment again as another song began to play. Mozart. “Philosophy? How interesting.” She smiled. “I’ve always been more of an ancient history kind of girl.” Dread listened to him a moment and smiled again. “I highly doubt you would have seen me around here.” She said with a slight nod. “I don’t go here, I finished with school a long time ago.”
There really wasn’t use in trying to pretend she was normal when they both obviously knew what the other really was. “I’m sure you make a fine professor.” She said leaning over just a tad to read the title of one of the book. “You definitely read up on the subject.” Dread said with a slight nod.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Professor Mitchell.” Dread commented lightly. “Ah yes, though you’d start laughing if I told you my last name. My parents had a thing for being unusual.” She laughed slightly.
Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #5 on Sept 14, 2009, 6:24am »
Cerberus smirked and escorted her to the auditorium. From the moment he saw her, he noticed her face. She had the look of a hurt one, something that he could use for his advantage. Rather than go to the main row, Cerberus lead her to a personal seat with him on the second floor, which allowed a better hearing of the music. It was of great interest that she did not mention the gloves on his hands, as it was awfully warm out for him to be wearing them. If anything, he would explain that it was from a rather unpleasant fire and that he was a little self conscious about his hands, and preferred to wear them. Taking his jacket off would also lead to some unsavory conversation as his arms were coated with scars and ancient tribal tattoos with wordings on them that have been lost for ages.
He smiled as she mentioned today’s music. “I can assure you that today’s music is a sad generation of children who believe they are musicians, when they are in truth jesters, and kids playing with pots and pans,” Cerberus spoke with distaste in his voice about the music of today, “in my view, the world does not need such people murdering vocabulary and claiming to know true philosophy. I am fortunate to have a close family that share my beliefs. Perhaps you would like to meet them sometime, I am sure they would grow rather fond of you. If you do not think it is awkward for a University Professor asking such a lovely young lady such as yourself out on a date.” As a matter of fact, she would probably come to like his family, whom are known more as the Blood Pack.
“As much as I am fond of Ancient History, I have seen enough of my share of history to place too much stock in it as I used to,” he said. The other reason was because most of his life was Ancient History. Things that are so interesting to others were old news to him. The battle of Thermopylae, The Black Plague, The Industrial Revolution, American Civil War, and plenty of other things that would astonish these pathetic humans and young ones. One person’s ideal of history is another one’s same-old same-old history.
He smiled at her remarks on him making a fine professor. It was true, and his work has been well documented. “I am not one to boast, as I am a simple man,” which was a bold face lie for every part of the sentence, “however, when you said that, it does remind me of my upcoming acceptance into the House of Lords, and possible knighting by the Queen.” Cerberus smiled lightly. He spoke lightly and politely, his eyes making contact and looking to the floor to pass off a look of nervousness to lure her closely.
“The pleasure is all mine, Dreaded,” he spoke with a smile, “though, I have heard my share of odd names in the past. Plenty of people have arrived in my classes with some of the oddest names imaginable.”
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Re: By The Light Of The Moon [Cerberus] « Reply #6 on Sept 14, 2009, 7:08pm »
Dreaded nodded in agreement, looking at the orchestra as they began to play another song. She looked up at him with mild surprise. “A date?” She involuntarily blushed. No man had so much as looked at her in that kind of way for a very long time. So it had caught her off guard. Of course was it wise to say yes when she knew what he was and that he was most likely not as kind as Elijah. “Well by schedule is kind of busy..maybe we can work something out, your family sounds quite interesting.” She said, though she fully intended not to get in touch with him at all after this. It wasn’t safe, that was one of the first things she had learned.
Dread managed a smile at his next comment. “Ah yes I’ve seen quite a few interesting things as well. Even participated in a few of them.” She laughed softly and looked idly down at his gloves and jacket again. Her own body temperature was always kind of cool so wearing long sleeves and such never made her uncomfortable. Him though..well then again it was obvious why he wouldn’t take the gloves off, at least to her it was.
“Oh knighted? Really?” Dreaded looked at him again, interest in her eyes. “That’s quite a feat.” She smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was going to be knighted. Only heard about them in the newspapers and such.” In her day being knighted had always been a great thing. She’d gone to a few balls for them, even though she didn’t actually know the person who was getting knighted. Obviously today it was still something very special
Dreaded laughed a bit. “But have you ever had someone with a name that completely goes against itself?” She asked, raising her eyebrow slightly. “My last name is Sunshine.” She stated and shook her head. Though right now, it almost made sense. Now that she was thinking about it. After all..she did dislike the sun these days. She sighed inwardly and then let her eyes wander back down to the orchestra. “They’re so lucky..”She whispered, she sensed that most if not all of the students playing right now were human. Though she hadn’t realized she had spoken that though out loud.
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