Post by Michael Morbius on Jan 3, 2005 22:21:33 GMT -5
A nightclub that used to be part of a church...vampires...
Morbius sighed heavily with a light shake of the head, disbelief briefly flashing across his pale features as he sat in a lone chair, near the corner of the room. It was - amazingly enough - the only piece of furniture in the room that was both there, and not completely destroyed.
His dark eyes cast to one of the broken windows, sunlight pouring in; gorgeous, heavenly sunlight. He wanted to embrace it, but knew he could be harmed. True, unlike the other vampires that he had run into, he was far more resistant to the ultraviolet rays, but still...
And besides, he wanted to embrace someone else far more. "Felicia," he whispered, his voice numb, heartache virtually pouring from his tone, as he slumped against the wall, closing his eyes. He could see her face, her lovely green eyes, her blonde hair, her fair skin as they had made love, not long before he became, this.
He still remembered the last time he had actually seen her, in person. It had been after he was turned, and it wasn't the cheeriest moment...
"I have to leave," Morbius whispered, staring out at the night sky, a soft sigh escaping him, sadness more than obvious in his tone.
Felicia hesitantly walked up to him, worried and hurt. "Why? What happened to you, Michael?" she asked in a hushed tone, sensing so many changes in the man she had thought she loved.
"I'm not safe to be around anyone," he replied, his eyes closed as he felt her approach. He could hear her heartbeat picking up, his enhanced hearing catching it instantly. "Especially you...it's too dangerous."
"Why?" she asked, her voice pleading as she walked up to him the rest of the way, lifting a hand to touch his cheek.
A defeated sigh escaping him, Morbius tensed, and opened his mouth, his canines elongating into fangs right before her, and when his eyes opened, they were dark crimson. He didn't wish her to find out this way, but it had to be done.
Felicia instinctively pulled away, eyes wide with shock and fear and confusion. She couldn't stop the tiny gasp from escaping her, though she instantly regretted letting out that sound.
"It's alright," Michael stated, turning to stare out the window again. "I don't blame you for reacting that way...that's how everyone else has so far."
"I'm not everyone else," she whispered, walking back up to him and reaching her hand up, this time making contact and gently caressing his cheek. "Michael, what happened to you?"
Michael sighed softly, his eyes flickering to Felicia before he spoke again. "I'm, well, I was, I'm not sure if it'd apply to me now anyway...I was dying of a disease that's common in Europe. It attacks the bloodcells. I was trying to find a cure, and, believing that it originated in vampire bats, started there...but there was an accident, I was subjected to electro shock treatment, and it did something...made me into this."
Felicia lowered her hand, her gaze faltering as well. She didn't know how to react, what to say, what to believe. True, her lover could become some sort of vampiric creature through some freak accident - worse and just as freaky things happened here all the time.
"When will you be back?" she asked after a moment, looking back up at him, her expression hopeful and fearful.
"I don't know," Michael replied, knowing that wasn't what she wanted to hear, but it was what she needed to hear. "I'm going to leave the country, try and find a cure for this, and then I'll return."
"Let me come with you," she begged softly, taking his hands in hers. "Please, Michael, don't leave me. I still love you. This isn't some fling, even if it started as that. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
Michael looked down, shuddering slightly. "I love you too, more than my own life," he whispered, raising his face again, his eyes slightly glassy. "That's why you can't come with me. If, the thirst got to strong, I could end up..." he trailed off, letting her know where he was going with that. "I can't risk getting you hurt."
Felicia blinked several times, looking down as she fought back tears. "I don't care about the risks, Michael," she told him, her voice trembling slightly, but determined.
"...but I do," he replied, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely, for what was quite possibly the last time, before finally pulling away, one hand lingering on her cheek. "I love you..."
And then, he turned and leapt from the window, disappearing into the dark shadows of the night.
"Michael don't!" Felicia practically screamed, reaching out to try to grab at him and missing. She watched him disappear, slowly sinking to the floor as she started to cry...
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Morbius buried his face in one of his hands, on the verge of tears. He had heard her plea, followed by her crying, and it had made him want to end his own existence right there.
"I will return to you," he whispered, clenching his fist. "I swear, my love, I-"
A shriek tore through the abandoned cathedral as a reaper burst from the shadows, scurrying around the floor like a demonic crab, crying in brief pain as it neared the sunlight. Morbius rose to his feet, growling softly. He recognized this creature, as several of the monstrosities attacked the club earlier.
The beast turned its head and noticed him, and its hideous mouth opened up, like a mutated flower before it lunged.
Morbius ducked to the side, swiftly planting his foot into its stomach, sending it spinning to the ground. It quickly righted itself and lunged, backhanding him rather brutally. He rolled with the blow and smashed his fist into its jaw with enough force to break it. Or, rather, it would have, but instead, the reaper's head snapped to the side momentarily.
Snarling loudly, Morbius flexed his arm, and a blade shot from the left sleeve of his coat, and he lunged, tearing a deep gash into its side. Even as the reaper howled in pain, Morbius slammed a foot into its knee, sending it recoiling. A kick to the head sent it smashing into a nearby wall, and he lunged, not wanting to let it recover as he imbedded the coatblade as deep as possible in its chest. He could feel it break through bone, and the reaper shrieked horribly, before slumping, the body quickly burning and reducing to ash.
With a metal schink!, the blade shot back up into the sleeve, and with a small growl, Morbius turned to leave the cathedral.
He stopped, a small prick flaring up on his arm, and he sighed. "Damn mosquitos," he muttered, moving his hand to swipe it away...only to find a dart, imbedded in his arm.
Morbius turned around and was met by two more darts, right in the chest, and he stumbled, quickly righting himself, even as his eyes flooded to red. He lunged at his attackers, several men dressed in black with black helmets, but another dart was fired, and it slowed him slightly. The assailants took advantage, and two lunged, each planting a tazer in his sides.
"You think that can stop me!?" Morbius roared, grabbing one of the soldiers and headbutting him savagely, sending him down for the count, but two more took the fallen man's place. Enraged, Morbius attacked viciously, hands and feet striking soldier after soldier, but more were coming, and the ones that weren't knocked out recovered and joined in.
Finally, one more dart hit its target, embedding right into Morbius' neck, and he blinked, the drugs finally beginning to take effect, and he slumped, trying to crawl away, but he was prodded again, and again.
He felt one final dart hit the back of his neck, before darkness overtook him...
Continued at...?
Morbius sighed heavily with a light shake of the head, disbelief briefly flashing across his pale features as he sat in a lone chair, near the corner of the room. It was - amazingly enough - the only piece of furniture in the room that was both there, and not completely destroyed.
His dark eyes cast to one of the broken windows, sunlight pouring in; gorgeous, heavenly sunlight. He wanted to embrace it, but knew he could be harmed. True, unlike the other vampires that he had run into, he was far more resistant to the ultraviolet rays, but still...
And besides, he wanted to embrace someone else far more. "Felicia," he whispered, his voice numb, heartache virtually pouring from his tone, as he slumped against the wall, closing his eyes. He could see her face, her lovely green eyes, her blonde hair, her fair skin as they had made love, not long before he became, this.
He still remembered the last time he had actually seen her, in person. It had been after he was turned, and it wasn't the cheeriest moment...
"I have to leave," Morbius whispered, staring out at the night sky, a soft sigh escaping him, sadness more than obvious in his tone.
Felicia hesitantly walked up to him, worried and hurt. "Why? What happened to you, Michael?" she asked in a hushed tone, sensing so many changes in the man she had thought she loved.
"I'm not safe to be around anyone," he replied, his eyes closed as he felt her approach. He could hear her heartbeat picking up, his enhanced hearing catching it instantly. "Especially you...it's too dangerous."
"Why?" she asked, her voice pleading as she walked up to him the rest of the way, lifting a hand to touch his cheek.
A defeated sigh escaping him, Morbius tensed, and opened his mouth, his canines elongating into fangs right before her, and when his eyes opened, they were dark crimson. He didn't wish her to find out this way, but it had to be done.
Felicia instinctively pulled away, eyes wide with shock and fear and confusion. She couldn't stop the tiny gasp from escaping her, though she instantly regretted letting out that sound.
"It's alright," Michael stated, turning to stare out the window again. "I don't blame you for reacting that way...that's how everyone else has so far."
"I'm not everyone else," she whispered, walking back up to him and reaching her hand up, this time making contact and gently caressing his cheek. "Michael, what happened to you?"
Michael sighed softly, his eyes flickering to Felicia before he spoke again. "I'm, well, I was, I'm not sure if it'd apply to me now anyway...I was dying of a disease that's common in Europe. It attacks the bloodcells. I was trying to find a cure, and, believing that it originated in vampire bats, started there...but there was an accident, I was subjected to electro shock treatment, and it did something...made me into this."
Felicia lowered her hand, her gaze faltering as well. She didn't know how to react, what to say, what to believe. True, her lover could become some sort of vampiric creature through some freak accident - worse and just as freaky things happened here all the time.
"When will you be back?" she asked after a moment, looking back up at him, her expression hopeful and fearful.
"I don't know," Michael replied, knowing that wasn't what she wanted to hear, but it was what she needed to hear. "I'm going to leave the country, try and find a cure for this, and then I'll return."
"Let me come with you," she begged softly, taking his hands in hers. "Please, Michael, don't leave me. I still love you. This isn't some fling, even if it started as that. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
Michael looked down, shuddering slightly. "I love you too, more than my own life," he whispered, raising his face again, his eyes slightly glassy. "That's why you can't come with me. If, the thirst got to strong, I could end up..." he trailed off, letting her know where he was going with that. "I can't risk getting you hurt."
Felicia blinked several times, looking down as she fought back tears. "I don't care about the risks, Michael," she told him, her voice trembling slightly, but determined.
"...but I do," he replied, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely, for what was quite possibly the last time, before finally pulling away, one hand lingering on her cheek. "I love you..."
And then, he turned and leapt from the window, disappearing into the dark shadows of the night.
"Michael don't!" Felicia practically screamed, reaching out to try to grab at him and missing. She watched him disappear, slowly sinking to the floor as she started to cry...
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Morbius buried his face in one of his hands, on the verge of tears. He had heard her plea, followed by her crying, and it had made him want to end his own existence right there.
"I will return to you," he whispered, clenching his fist. "I swear, my love, I-"
A shriek tore through the abandoned cathedral as a reaper burst from the shadows, scurrying around the floor like a demonic crab, crying in brief pain as it neared the sunlight. Morbius rose to his feet, growling softly. He recognized this creature, as several of the monstrosities attacked the club earlier.
The beast turned its head and noticed him, and its hideous mouth opened up, like a mutated flower before it lunged.
Morbius ducked to the side, swiftly planting his foot into its stomach, sending it spinning to the ground. It quickly righted itself and lunged, backhanding him rather brutally. He rolled with the blow and smashed his fist into its jaw with enough force to break it. Or, rather, it would have, but instead, the reaper's head snapped to the side momentarily.
Snarling loudly, Morbius flexed his arm, and a blade shot from the left sleeve of his coat, and he lunged, tearing a deep gash into its side. Even as the reaper howled in pain, Morbius slammed a foot into its knee, sending it recoiling. A kick to the head sent it smashing into a nearby wall, and he lunged, not wanting to let it recover as he imbedded the coatblade as deep as possible in its chest. He could feel it break through bone, and the reaper shrieked horribly, before slumping, the body quickly burning and reducing to ash.
With a metal schink!, the blade shot back up into the sleeve, and with a small growl, Morbius turned to leave the cathedral.
He stopped, a small prick flaring up on his arm, and he sighed. "Damn mosquitos," he muttered, moving his hand to swipe it away...only to find a dart, imbedded in his arm.
Morbius turned around and was met by two more darts, right in the chest, and he stumbled, quickly righting himself, even as his eyes flooded to red. He lunged at his attackers, several men dressed in black with black helmets, but another dart was fired, and it slowed him slightly. The assailants took advantage, and two lunged, each planting a tazer in his sides.
"You think that can stop me!?" Morbius roared, grabbing one of the soldiers and headbutting him savagely, sending him down for the count, but two more took the fallen man's place. Enraged, Morbius attacked viciously, hands and feet striking soldier after soldier, but more were coming, and the ones that weren't knocked out recovered and joined in.
Finally, one more dart hit its target, embedding right into Morbius' neck, and he blinked, the drugs finally beginning to take effect, and he slumped, trying to crawl away, but he was prodded again, and again.
He felt one final dart hit the back of his neck, before darkness overtook him...
Continued at...?
