as written by Tiko and Emperor Jester
"God this place smells like a dead animal that was left out in the sun too long," Elliot complained with his sleeve raised to his nose. "Who the fuck would want to live out here?"
"It doesn't matter, let's just get him and go," Lea answered.
Erec meanwhile was checking his side-arm. The clip was filled with hollow silver-laced bullets filled with a luminescent glowing fluid that would emit ultraviolet light. Satisfied he pushed the clip back in. Not all vampires had a weakness to such things, but then that was what the broadsword on his back was for. A bit archaic, but sometimes nothing beat a good old fashioned blade when dealing with an enemy who's prone to just getting back up after being shot. Decapitation was a remarkably effective means of subduing an opponent, regardless of genetic immunity or resistances.
"You know we're supposed to be bringing him in alive, right?" Lea asked.
"You really think this asshole is going to come in quietly?" Erec asked. "The fucker should have been purged with the rest of his clan decades ago. Or have you forgotten what things were like when the Caer were around?"
"I remember," Lea growled.
It had been open war between their kind and the humans, and the hunters had become the hunted as both the church, and vampire hunter organizations rose to meet the brutality of House Caereleum. All of the houses had suffered the consequences of House Caereleum's recklessness.
Lea's own house, House Leclair, had been among the lesser houses that had been eradicated at the hands of the church.
"Can we just get this over with?" Elliot asked. "I don't even have to breathe and I still can't get the stench of this place out of my nose."
"Come on," Lea said as they filtered into the abandoned motel.
It didn't take them long to reach the door to the room that Nox was known to reside within, but as Lea moved to knock loudly upon it, Erec opted for a more forward approach.
A swift kick splintered the door in as he entered with his gun in a two-handed grip, but pointed slightly towards the floor.
Lea grit her teeth but what was done was done now and she quickly spilled into the room after Erec as they scanned for sign of Nox. Elliot took up the rear as he entered behind the other two.
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Nox was there. He had heard them coming, but he had made no attempt to hide. None at all. He knew as soon as he had painted that sigil that things would begin to move quickly. The Caer had no regrets. That night had been joyous, the girl delicious, the play with the other kindred entertaining and novel. He'd enjoyed every second of it, and now was the time to reap the consequences and rewards. He was there, his back to them, shrouded in white, arms still stained with the gore of nights past.
His rampage hadn't stopped. Nox had made his patron proud. Over the past few days, he'd done much around the Quarter and surrounding areas. Breaking into homes, smashing human children to paste, leaving men and women alike in shambles, if left alive at all. Without rising from his desk, he craned his head back, only slightly, to look at them with pale blue eyes, long dead but alive with malice and glee.
The floorboards under the party groaned precariously with age...
"Welcome to my home. What can the last of the Caer do for you fine folks?" Mocking, prideful, and condescending was his voice, with a power behind it that had once had the entire city trembling, as if the Patriarch of old was there.
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"What do you think?" Erec asked. "Audric sent us to bring you in. You're fortunate he didn't just call a blood hunt on your ass. You can thank Sebastien for that."
Lea was seriously questioning the wisdom of sending Erec along for this, but standing there looking at Nox old memories of bloody carnage rose to the forefront of her thoughts. The question had to be asked, and she cared not to wait until they got back.
"Did you kill those girls?" Lea asked.
Elliot on the other hand still had his arm to his nose.
"Can we fucking not do this here?" he asked.
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Nox turned around fulling, standing, but with absolutely no hostility radiating off of him. Malice, pride, all of that, yes, but he seemed so relax. For a blood soaked giant. "I killed...a girl, yes. Red hair. Young. Beautiful. A few children as well, some of them might've been women-folk as well. Some men too. A few elderly ones. If I had to count...possibly...eight women. This past week. Why? Did you know some of them?" The smile slowly spread across his lips. Hungry. Ancient. Perfect.
Like a shark.
"As for coming with the three of you, I'd really rather not. I am comfortable here, and none of you have the station to order the head of a Great House around the city, like some kind of cattle." Slowly, he took off his coat, folding it, placing it on his desk. "If Lord Audric wishes to have an audience with me, his greatness can come here, to the house of Caer." An indicating hand, showing the run down, leaky, moldy, abandoned hotel.
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"No offense, but your house smells like a sewage dump," Elliot remarked around the sleeve of his jacket.
Meanwhile, Erec seemed far less amused by Nox's words, nor did he seem to have much inclination to fence words with the fucker. Audric had sanctioned the use of lethal force should he resist being brought in, and was rather vague in the department of what constituted resist.
"This son of a bitch has lost his mind," Erec growled as he raised his gun up.
Lea caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and she moved with a start to grab his wrist to stop him.
"Erec hold on-"
She was too slow as he squeezed off several rounds at Nox.
"Fuck me," she hissed.
There was nothing to be done for it now as she drew her own side-arm and followed suit.
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The slugs hit him far harder than any of them would've guessed them would, even Nox himself. The proud Caer went down hard, knocking into his old, water warped desk and crashing through part of it, slumping to the ground, his back propped up by the ruin of his furniture, his long raven hair folding into a curtain around his face.
Already a pool of black blood, not his own but that from his victims began to spread across the floor, adding a rusted, oxidized smell to the rank scent of damp and mold and rot. After a second, Nox didn't move. Nor after five, or ten. In fact, it looked like Nox wasn't going to move at all.
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Erec hadn't expected anything less, really. He had executed his share of vampires over the years, but he knew decapitation was the surest way to ensure they didn't get back up again.
He drew his sword and approached Nox, before using the tip of it to lift Nox's chin to get a look at his face.
"Why didn't we just do that from the start?" Elliot asked. "Can we go now? Let's just take the head back and be done with it."
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Nox felt the tip, felt the hardness of metal, but not the burn of silver. Not that that would've stopped what was about to happen. As soon as their eyes made contact, Nox woke up, hands wrapping around the intruder's neck, lifting Erec off the ground like he was paper mache. "But that wouldn't hardly be as fun!" The Caer roared, mouth opening impossibly wide to take a large section out of the man's lower cheek, jaw and neck, ripping flesh and bone from their right places before tossing the hunter's tattered body through a nearby wall, eyes now alight with the pale blue shimmer that had made his family so recognizable and feared for years prior.
Truth was, Nox had no idea how hurt the other hunter was, and he didn't care. This was entertainment, this was freedom. For the first time in a long time, Nox wasn't afraid of pursuers, or wrath, or being found. He was thriving on it. He turned to the other two, fangs and talons flashing, tanking any retaliatory gun fire or otherwise dodging it as he closed in on the other male. For his size, Nox was as fast as any vampire, but speed was not his forte.
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"Oh shi-" Elliot broke off as he backed up out of the room.
He threw open his coat and drew a pair of knives from either side of his waist as his back hit the wall. He hadn't time enough to do much more than angle the blades upwards to skewer Nox with his own forward momentum.
Lea moved quickly, her gun on Nox's back as he moved past, but she dare not take the shot for risk of hitting Elliot if the bullet went through.
Instead she lowered the gun, and fired a single round for the back of Nox's knee.
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Nox stumbled and fell but somehow managed to twist himself as he did so, still being stabbing through the shoulder. The pain was glorious. Ironically, he hadn't felt this alive in so long, years, decades, half a century. As he went down, this time not faking his reaction to draw them into an ambush, the vampire ripped both claws down Elliot's front.
One of these wounds wouldn't prove dangerous, as it quickly exited out his side, barely grazing him. The other however raked diagonally across his front, from shoulder, chest, the stomach, exiting out the top of his thigh, Nox doing his best to topple Elliot as much as he could in the process, hoping to pull him down to finish the job.
He was going to eat so well after this.
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Elliot spewed an array of expletives as he wound up sprawled on the floor, with a frenzied vampire half on top of him. Blood seeped into his shirt from the ragged tears down his front torso, but already the wounds where knitting closed once more. He tried to scoot backwards, kicking at Nox to try and knock him back so Lea could get a clear shot.
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The Caer took a kick, gladly, his head snapping back as his hand closed about the ankle, twisting it and pulling back with lightning speed and titanic strength, feeling tendons and bones snap under the pressure, tearing loose. Nox tossed the dismembered appendage to the side as well. He noticed that this took far longer than it should have for a human body to break. Then he saw the wounds re-closing, regenerating. Nox then scrambled back to his feet, as quick as his injured leg could do so, releasing kick after kick at Elliot's chest and head, the weaker parts of the room shaking under his continued assault.
"Die you traitor, you lapdog! Shatter and DIE!!!" Nox screamed, blood and bits of bone and teeth flying as he smashed his booted heel into the quickly worsening mess over and over, the girl now completely lost to Nox's attention.
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Elliot's struggles turned to screams as the bones of his ankle fractured, and tore through the flesh. He continued to scoot backwards, rolling over to crawl away from Nox, only to be kicked over again. He tried to ward his head from Nox's assault, and some part of him heard Lea's gunshots as she rounded the corner, emptying bullet after bullet at Nox, but it was aid that came too late as his skull caved in, leaving his body twitching and spasming.
The look in Lea's eyes as she looked from Elliot to Nox was one of horror. Her nerve broke and the gun fell from her hands as she stepped back, raising her palms up in a submissive display. She wanted no further part of this.
"Please."
The word was a whisper upon her lips.
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Most of her shots rang true. Two almost hit his long dead heart and one tore through Nox's neck, once again causing him to stumble before twisting towards her now, covered head to toe in his own dead blood and that of his two previous kills. With eyes wide, blazing blue against a sea of red and black, he began to walk towards her.
If she backed up, he'd follow. If she tried to run out the building, he'd do his best to catch her of course. However, unknown to her, is that if she made it out the door, the Caer would let her go free today.
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"This was Erec's doing," she told him. "I have no quarrel with you."
Her back hit the wall, and the only way out would be forward, through him. Her eyes flicked to the gun on the floor where she had dropped it, regretting her decision as Nox drew closer. Her fingers itched to reach for the knife at her side, but she dare not move, lest Nox be upon her as he had been Elliot.
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"Aye, it was, and I believe he has paid his price. As has the other one." He reached his hand out to her, palm open. "However, it is time you pay your price as well. None step on the toes of the Caereleum and get to walk away unscathed. Especially in their home." His frenzy was kept at bay, for now. His voice once more a swarm of condescension and pride, but safety as well. Alluring. A thrall might be useful, though he'd never tried such a thing on a fellow undead. He'd have no idea if it worked, but still, he poured his family's fel energies into every word.
"You also shot me, several times. It hurt very much. Don't you think I deserve...retribution?"
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Lea wasn't a young vampire as far as vampire standards go, but neither was she a pointedly powerful one either. The weight of Nox's words pressed down on her psyche through the fear.
"I..."
She started to move to take his hand, before she realized what it was he was doing. With realization came hesitation, and confusion.
"I..."
She blinked and shook her head trying to keep him out, but the enthrallment worked its course, slowly but surely. Confusion gave way to intrigue as her fear dissipated with the offer his hand.
She reached out and took it.
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Even to the standards of an undead, his hand was cold, the blood caking it frozen, cracking under the weight of her hand like a crimson egg shell. "That's it. Now, what is your name, small one?" He never stopped adding to the enslavement. Hypnotism was one thing. Normal thralls were another. The Caer marked their thralls with a psychic link as well as making them nearly brain dead when the link was activated. Completely willing and devoid of any feeling, mental or physical. Like a switch. And then they buried it deep down, until it was re-activated.
"Of course you'll still have to suffer. Not as much as them, not nearly as much. I hope this doesn't break your trust in me." He whispered through a shark's smile, as he snapped her index finger back like a twig.
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"Lea... of house Leclair," she whispered. "Forgive me..."
The crack of her finger was met with a pained cry as she dropped to her knees, clutching her wrist with her other hand. She dare not try to pull her hand away, lest she incite his wrath further.
"Please, my Lord," she begged.
It was not fear of further pain that drew the words from her. No, it was some overwhelming need to seek his approval. To mend the wrong she had committed before the Lord of House Caeruleum.
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He'd snap another before dropping her hand. "Stay there for a moment," is all Nox would say before turning his back to her, completely exposed, as he went into his room to get his coat, making sure to wipe his hands off first. He also grabbed one of Elliot's knives. He didn't put it on however, instead, returning to her out in the hall way. He was confident that she wouldn't have.
He now knelt in front of her, assuming she had not risen. If she had, he'd ask her to simply "sit back down". Then, he took her good hand this time, however, this time by the wrist, rolling up her sleeve. "I'll be marking you now. This will be the last pain I inflict on you, I swear this on my house. Afterwards, it will be respect and kindness, perhaps even love. Now, roll up your sleeves and expose your flesh to me."
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The second break was met with another cry followed by a mewling whimper as she tightened her hold over her own wrist with the effort it took to not try and stop him.
As he moved away, she cradled her hand to her chest but until the bones were set, it would not heal properly. She continued to hold it there as he returned and took her uninjured hand in his own.
She didn't understand what he was doing, but she made no move to stop him. When he let her wrist go she did as he asked of her, rolling up the sleeve on her other arm. Her hands shook as she turned them over and offered her wrists out to him.
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It was over quickly. But the pain would be excruciating. The knife peeled away flesh on her arm until her bone was revealed, the radius to be particular. While using his free hand to keep her flesh from resealing too quickly, once more Nox made use of his enemy's knife, carving the sigil of his house into her very skeleton.
Once he was done, he knew the bone and her arm as a whole would heal. He didn't care. The mark wasn't anything physical, it was psychological in nature. Once more he'd wipe his hands, this time on her clothes before rising and re-donning his much beloved leather duster. "Rise up, Lea Leclair. You are mine now, and you are a part of my house. You know have my ear for council and my might for protection. You'll play as a spy for me, report to me. I'll be moving around a lot, so I won't be easy to find. But you'll manage. Is that understood by you?"
Nox was eager to leave. If they'd sent one party of hunters after him, another might not be too far off. He was confident in himself yes, but creating true thralls out of his own kind took too much out of him for prolonged struggles. Doing his best to make sure he looked his best, he awaited her response, his back once more to hers.
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There weren't words to describe the inhuman shrieks that filled the building and spilled into the streets outside, but anyone near enough to hear them was quick to hurry on their way, far from the decrepit building that housed Nox.
She doubled over as he released her, clutching at her forearm and trying to breath through the fire of agony in her arm as it began to slowly fade beneath the healing flesh. A minute more and nothing remained of the wound except the blood staining her hands and arm.
The memory of it would linger on long after though and she nodded her head.
"I understand," she whispered.
She left a bloody hand print on the wall as she regained her feet.
"What would you have them know of... this."
She waved her bloody arm towards the mess that was Elliot's body.
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"Tell them. Tell them that you ran, or escaped, whatever you choose. Don't tell them you were let go though. Thats the last thing I want them to think, that I've gone soft." Satisfied with his appearance, one grows good at grooming yourself blind when you physically can't use a mirror, he strolled out of the hallway and outside the hotel. For now, Nox would leave her there, to recover her will and strength. Once he was far enough away, he'd begin to howl with hideous laughter.
He wouldn't miss this place.