Arabian Nights...

[poohlive]

Garret held her in his arms. He felt so responsible for her. Almost as if it were his fault, but in a way it sort of was. Garret let a tear roll down his cheek.
He looked at, so frail, and fragile, he couldn't help but feel like he should protect her, he had the strength now. Garret easily could...
Garret looked at her neck, that hideous scab, it would make an even worse scar. Garret wondered if there was something he could do about it.
"My blood," he said, if in a start. He remembered the book had said that his blood can heal wounds, if he used just a few drops, she could be rid of this awful scar and not turn into a vampire.
Garret bent her head to the side, getting a good look at the wound. He moved her hair aside, making sure there was nothing in the way. Garret bit down on his lip, and a gush of blood came to him.
He quickly squeezed three drops onto her neck. Garret then watched. First there was nothing, then a slow fizzle started. Garret watched as it was closing, the scab was closing. Ever so slowly the scab consumed into itself till it was gone. Garret couldn't even see any scar. He felt so happy.
Garret bent down, giving it a kiss as if to make sure it was all right.
Ok, so looking upon the whole situation Garret probably would have understood the condition. Here was Vixen, unconscience, neck bent at an awkward angle, hair pushed aside, in the arms of a new vampire, who had his lips on her neck. To a person walking by this would seem a bit out of place.
"YOU MONSTER!!" Garret looked up, it was Abdusalim. He had his sword withdrawn. Garret looked down at Vixen, realizing the misunderstanding.
"No, you see I..."
Abdusalim ran for him. Garret gently put Vixen down, and went to the other side of the bed. Abdusalim followed him.
He swung, to Garret it seemed suprisingly slow, he had more than enough time to dodge it. Garret ducked, then jumped to the other side of the room, his feet landed on the wall, and he pushed himself to the floor.
He was a new vampire however, a more experienced one probably would have made it.Being clumsy and Garret, he tripped, fell and landed on his ass. Even a vampire felt pain, and embarassment.
Garret saw Vixen, ever so slowly regain conscience as Abdusalim lunged at him again. As slow as he was to Garret, he still couldn't move in time. The sword went down, hard, planting itself in Garret's arm.
He screamed, the pain was bad, Garret felt lucky it didn't reach his heart though. Garret felt lucky for that as the sword lay inside his arm.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

 

[Moneytalks]

"Abdusalim!" Vixen cried out, as the sleep faded from her eyes. "What are you doing!" She screamed as she saw the blade going through Garret's arm. It looked hideous sticking out of him like that. "Oh Goddess, what is going on STOP!"

Vixen saw, with fascination, how slowly Garret's blood leaked, on a human, blood would be gushing from that wound, but Garret's blood was clearly different. Borrowed blood, the thought came unbidden. Abdusalim still held the sword as Garret groaned in pain. He withdrew it and held it poised over the fallen Garret menacingly. Vixen came up beside him, half afraid of the rage she saw in Abdusalim's eyes. Tentatively she reached up and placed a hand on his arm. His gaze barely flickered over her, his focus still on Garret.

"Abdusalim, why are you doing this, he's still Garret, still our friend, despite what he has become."
Abdusalim sighed at those innocent words. "Vixen, you are more naive of the world than I had imagined, he is a vampire, he needs blood, that is his nature, you cannot be so trusting just because his face is that of a friend."
Vixen's eyes darkened as she heard these words, in truth, she had battled with the horror of it herself, would Garret still be the same... would the blood lust control his true self? Instinctively she lifted her hand to the wound that had until now been constantly itching her. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Ohhh!" She gasped causing them both to look at her. "It... it's gone... the wound... it's gone!" Vixen lifted her hair away to show Abdusalim her now smooth skin. Vixen turned to Garret with a soft smile. He still clutched his arm but Vixen could see it was already healing. She shivered, it was a strange sight to see a wound almost healing itself, as if time had speed up without her knowing it. Garret looked... weak... he was still sitting down. Vixen noted that although he hadn't lost a lot of blood for a human, possibly for a vampire... even that much was enough. She recalled him saying he had only drunk from a camel... surely an animal's blood didn't have the same potency as that of a human? She was amazed she could think so calmly on it, she suddenly wanted to know everything about this new Garret, as his friend, she needed to know.

"Garret? Are you okay?" Her voice was concerned, but Abdusalim still held her back. His grip strong on her arm his other hand still brandishing his sword threateningly over Garret.

 

[Sith]

"Beauty is usually attracted by the beast, its innocence feels the lure of the evilness inside the monster like a moth feels attracted irremediably to the light until it is burnt. The evilness is deeply hidden under a layer of what seems like humanity and good will." said Abdusalim, never taking his eyes from Garrett. His scimitar was ready to strike at Garret's neck and chop his head of, the first step in one of the ways to get rid of a vampire forever.
"I saw the look in Garret's eyes as he looked at your neck, I saw his finger tremble near you, I saw his tongue flicker with anticipation like a snake's in his mouth." went on Abdusalim, ready like a cobra to strike at his target and end that menace to Vixen forever. He knew it would hurt her, but vampire fangs hurt more.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC: its even harder to leave this thread while its still in its prime..i Am making this the final post i put in this thread till my return from Europe. I will turn the Role of Rolando Gilliad over to MoneyTalks. I hope you will write him to the best of your ability. I Will miss all of this very deeply so i will make this my last post on this board of the day..*Begins to Cry* i am so sorry how sudden this is...

 

[Sith]

OOC: As Abdusalim would say "Time is like a river, it flows unendingly, unstopable, but you can always look at the same place of the river, even if it is not the same river." What does this mean, Roland, you may ask yourself? I don't know, I'm just the guy who wrote it!

 

[poohlive]

OOC: ::salute:: good man, fought the brave fight. He will be missed, super guy. Roland, don't forget us, I am sure we won't forget you.

IC:
Garret stood up, trying to stay away from both of them. He had seen what was really happening tonight. He was a monster, no matter how much he tried not to be.
"I promise you, Abdusalim, I will not touch her, again." He looked at Vixen, who wanted to say something, but he stared her down. He just looked at her, and she stopped, the words just inside of her mouth, she stopped, and then she lowered her head.
Abdusalim cleand his sword, taking Vixen out of the room. He remained in there, alone. Garret looked at his arm, the wound was almost healed, the blood either disappearing of going into the wound itself. Garret didn't bother treating it, it would be gone in a few minutes anyway.
Garret laid on the table, trying to forget how he had looked at him. Abdusalim thought he was a monster, he thought that Garret wasn't even worthy enough to breath, much less be in the same room with her. He had to leave this place, go somewhere where he could be alone, by himself, and away from people who hated him.
Garret thought about it, should he go.
No, he would leave soon, but not now. It would look bad if he left now, as if he had done something wrong. He hadn't done anything wrong, He hadn't, he swore he hadn't.
Garret looked at his arm again, it was completely healed. Not even a scratch of the wound left. He sighed, wondering what life would be like now...

 

[Moneytalks]

ooc:... I only hope I do your character the justice he deserves... [smiles]... good luck... ENJOY YOUR TRIP!!

ic:... Vixen let Abdusalim lead her firmly out of Garret's room. She could feel he was angry. She wasn't sure who he was more angry with, Garret... or herself for believing in Garret. She felt confused. Abdusalim seemed so sure that he had seen Garret about to bite her. She wanted to believe in Garret, her friend... but... so many conflicting emotions filled her mind.

They bumped into Roland who had finally woken himself. Vixen looked up and remembered selfishly that she hadn't yet bothered to check on him. "How are you?" She asked. He grinned, cocky as ever. "Feeling good!" He said. Indeed he did look well but he still held the wound on his neck that marked him as bitten, despite Sith's spell. Vixen watched him closely, she noted a flicker in his gaze as he tried to avoid her close inspection. He was hiding something. If there was one thing she knew about Roland, it was when he wasn't telling the whole truth.

Abdusalim's hold on her arm tightened. "Well, since you are well perhaps we should all go to the main room for dinner, we have certain things we need to discuss and it seems none of us are feeling inclined to sleep this night." His glance at Vixen spoke volumes. Vixen lowered her eyes once again unsure of herself under that knowing gaze. She wished... she wished she had spoken... let Garret know... what? She asked herself... what did she really know herself anymore?

With a sigh she let herself again be taken to the grand dining hall. Roland kindly poured her a mug of wine which she took gratefully. Thankful for something to focus on, she clutched it in her hands staring into the red liquid as if hoping to find some answers there. The two men sat on the long bench before the fire. Vixen sat on a more comfortable chair placed also near the fire where the flames would not overly heat her. She sat curled up in it as if to protect herself from the outside world. For anyone watching, she seemed suddenly younger, more vulnerable as she cupped her mug of wine and sipped.

 

[Sith]

"One of the things we have to discuss is Garret." he started.

Vixen looked up and Roland went on.

"If he proves he can control himself, and then we allow him to come with us, which is very doubtful, we will have a problem with daylight, he wont be able to go around by daylight... And one of us has to be awake always when he is around."

Vixen was surprised to hear Abdusalim saying that Garret may be coming with them, as just a moment before he was intent on killing him.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Perfecto! cept you almost forgot that He now has this distinct Fear of Holy Objects now, and somthing is supposed to be wrong with him so Do Me Proud Moneytalks. I Swear i will be thinking of Vixen as i Fly there and wondering what shes got against roland this time *Smiles*

 

[Sith]

_and if he is with our group, I can control him and make sure he doesn't spread his illness, and that he doesn't kill innocents..._ was what Abdusalim thought as he waited for his friend's responses.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen looked up at Abdusalim suspiciously. After seeing him attack Garret with his sword, she was naturally suprised that he was even considering letting Garret accompany them. Roland nodded his head in silent agreement with Abdusalim's words. Vixen remained silent also, she stared into her wine trying to understand the complexities of men in general.

She shivered. The whole castle seemed suddenly colder now. The flames flickered before her and she remembered breifly how cold she had felt when the poison had infected her. Abdusalim saw her shiver and removed his cape to cover her. She smiled in thanks and snuggled under it. "I think..." she whispered, her soft voice echoing about the near empty room... "I think someone should tell Garret he is welcome to join us... he... I think he'd appreciate knowing." She didn't need to look at Abdusalim to know he wouldn't let her be the one to tell Garret. Vixen was relieved when Roland voluntered to tell Garret himself.

As Roland left the room to tell Garret the news. Abdusalim poured himself some wine and stood near Vixen sipping the brew. She didn't look up at him, so he had an uninterupted view of her profile. He did notice that the wound on her neck was gone, but that wasn't enough for him to trust Garret. Vixen started to hum a song, it was an old song, a lullaby sung by mothers to their children on cold windy nights to frighten away the monsters that would stop the children sleeping. It was slightly melancholy to hear it on this night. Vixen's voice faded before she finished the song. "Abdusalim... I... I never thanked you for protecting me..." She looked up at him, her blue eyes unnaturally dark in the dimly lit room. "I hope some day... you'll know how much I appreciate what you did for me."

 

[Sith]

"Not needed, my rose, I, like a gardener, don't expect any thanks from a rose for treating it just how she needs and deserves."

 

[poohlive]

"It wasn't my decisions, Garret. I am just telling you how it is."
Garret sat with his head in his hands, it was almost as if he were an animal, a rabid animal they were taking on a trip. Garret didn't like, but for the moment, he couldn't do anything besides leave. Vixen wasn't safe though, no one was, he had to go to protect them.
Garret thanked Roland, and left outside. He went to the nearest undertaker's shop.
"You have any coffins for sale?"
The man behind the counter looked at him, then smiled, "Ayuh, we do. Who is it for?"
"A friend of mine. About my heighth. I want one in oak, is there one available?"
The man went in the back, he came out dragging a huge polished stained oak coffin. Garret smiled, home....
"Thats the one, tell me... Is it sun proof?"
The man gave him a curious look, "Why? Your friend be a vampire??"
Garret laughed with them man. Then looked deep into his eyes, "I want the coffin sun proof."
He looked back at Garret, in a deep stare. HE was hyptnotized at once, he simply stoof there, "It is as sturdy and sun proof as it can ever be."
"Good," Garret looked away, breaking the spell. At once the man shook his head Garret gave him a sack of money then easily lifted the box over his head.
HE took the coffin back to his room, making sure he could open and close it from inside, and also to make sure he could lock it inside. That way no one could open it when he was sleeping or it was daytime.
Garret put it in his room. He looked outside, there was still a few more hours till dawn. He had no clue what to do. First night as a vampire and he was bored. Garret laughed, looking outside.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen looked up hearing the soft echo of laughter. She finally stood and put her mug of wine down. She stretched and yawned before turning to Abdusalim. "As always my friend, your words are like music." She smiled softly at him. Her eyes were clearly still troubled though. With a sigh, "I guess we should all try and get a little sleep before we leave... how will we travel with..." she paused almost afraid to bring up Garret's name before Abdusalim again... "what about the sunlight? Do we travel at night?" She looked up into the eyes of the man who until only a few days ago she had never met. He was still as handsome as the first time she saw him, still strong and calm, still able to make her smile with his poetic words. Yet what did she really know about him? She wondered. He knew things about the family of Tristram... things she didn't even know herself. Who was he?

 

[Sith]

"Yes, we should go to sleep... once the sun rises from beneath the waves of the sandy desert. We should travel mainly at night, under moonlight, to be with Garret..." It seemed as if he was going to end that phrase, but he never did. He just stood there staring back at Vixen, trouble still veiling a bit his dark eyes.

[Edited by Sith on 08-28-2000 at 03:54 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen looked up at Abdusalim as if expecting him to finish his sentance. He stared at her with troubled eyes. She tilted her head to the side questioningly. "Abdusalim?" She asked softly, "something troubles you? If it's Garret, I still think you misjudge him, I saw in his eyes he is still friend to us... but I will be careful as you asked... Abdusalim?" She looked concerned.

Just then Roland entered the room and looked at them. He back a noise in his throat to get their attention. "Told Garret the news... he looked a little put out... " he shrugged as if this did not really concern him overly much, "so what is the plan? When do we leave?"

 

[Sith]

Abdusalim repeated his idea of travelling at night to Roland, who just noded with his head.

He then looked at Vixen, "I feel trouble in the air, something is going on, I just feel it, like you feel the morning sun in your face. Something is definitively wrong, we haven't heard anything from our host, Saddam Ussein, haven't we? Nothing even after all the trouble there has been."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen looks at Abdusalim in sudden shock. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it earlier. It was indeed strange.

"It... it's been very... quiet hasn't it?" She looks concerned. Roland looks irritated that he didn't notice it sooner himself. "W...what do you think has happened to everyone?"

 

[Sith]

"Yes. Only we reacted to all the trouble. Isn't this suposed to be a fortress? There should be guards, servants, someone. I don't know yet what has happened, I don't know if it some plot by Saddam Ussein, or some rival of his, but we are here in the middle." answered Abdusalim.

 

[Moneytalks]

"Maybe... maybe we should have a look around?" Vixen asked.

"I'll check out the North wing... " Roland told them and ran off towards that part of the building.

Vixen swallowed carefully. "Abdusalim, I'm... I'm worried... you're right about this being a fortress. Yet that warlock managed to get into our very rooms without any of the guards stopping it. What happened to the princess? Do you think she will be safe?"

She fingered her pendant as if unconcious of her actions.

 

[poohlive]

Garret put his new coffin on top of the bed. This would be his new bed, for a long time. He sighed, the sacrifices of immortality.
Garret quickly jumped inside, closing the lid. It was quiet, and dark, he couldn't see a thing. He had a few candles going outside, but not a peep of light got into the well made box. Garret was impressed, just to make sure however, he would always put a heavy blanket over it. Garret shivered, that would be extremely warm. He wondered if he would be able to stand it.
A sudden crash came from the other room. Garret got out of his coffin to see what it was. Inside was a little mouse. It had been on the fire place mantle, and had knocked a rather rare vase over. Garret hoped it wasn't expensive, that Ussin guy would have a fit.
His mind wandered, where was he anyway? And the princess, where was she? They were the whole reason why Vixen and he had came isn't it.
Well, it was why Vixen had come anyway, he had risked his life and daylight walking for a stupid pendant, which he didn't even get to...
"Shut up." Garret spat at himself, "There isn't anyone to blame except for the warlock."
He sighed, it was true, but stilll.
Garret looked bahind on the mantle, seeing if anything else was broken. Suddenly his eyes came across something. He shuddered in horror.
Garret quickly ran out of the room. He opened his mind and ears to the house, finding the other tennant, they were in the dining room, for now.
He made his way in record time, a few seconds atually, " Guys, you have got to come see this. I think it will explain a few things."
The looked at him, puzzled, but nevertheless followed. Garret led them to the room.
(OOC: I didn't say what it was because I don't know what it is, the next poster has to figure that out for themself, lol, good luck)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen had just been about to mention that Roland had been acting a bit strange when Garret rushed into the dining hall to call them to his room. Distracted Abdusalim and Vixen followed him back upstairs.

Vixen noted the coffin lying on the bed and shivered a little, not prepared to think about anyone sleeping in a box made for the dead. She looked around seeing a broken vase and then... she managed to stiffle her scream of fright... there hovering about a foot above a broken vase hovered an apparition. It looked vaguely familiar...

"Saddam Ussin..." Abdusalim spoke the name.
"It can't be... we just spoke to him..." Vixen gasped.
"It seems... whomever we spoke to was an imposter..."
Vixen looked at the ghostly apparition in horror. "Can it speak do you think?"
The ghost managed to look offended by her comment and sniffed disappearing up the chimney.
"Where did it go? And what is going on here?" She growled.

 

[Sith]

"I'll follow him directly. Some of you should go up the stairways and try to find him... it. It will tell us something, or lead us to the right place..." said Abdusalim.

He bolted up the chimney, getting quite black in the process, following the ghost. The ghost got out of the chimney in the second floor; that it was using a way somebody could follow seemed to indicate there was something he wanted to say or show.

 

[poohlive]

Garret ran up the stairs, followed by the others. He went into the same room, only one floor above.
Abdusalim was in there, he was totally black from climbing up the chimney. Inside the room was Salim. It wasn't aghost however, it was his body. His dead body.
Abdusalim looked at him, trying to see what happened. He moved the man's neck. On the other side were two small holes, with blood trickling out of it.
Wide eyes looked at Garret, who was just as surprised as everyone else. Abdusalim took out his sword again.
"No, wait, it wasn't me. It wasn't..."
He looked at Vixen, but her eyes accused him too. He tried to find a friend, but everyone seemed to automatically accuse him.
Garret turned for the door, to run away from there, but two guards quickly blocked it.
"IT WASN"T ME!!" he pleaded. A tear fell down his cheek, as the two guards caught him, "It wasn't me..."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen was aghast. Abdusalim came forward and wrapt one arm about her shoulders to steady her. "I... I can't believe it... why... why would he?" She was in shock. She moved to stop the guards as they came to take Garret away but Abdusalim held her firmly. "You cannot help him... isn't that much at least obvious now?"

She bit her lip painfully drawing blood herself. She shivered at the coppery taste of it. Suddenly a thought occured to her. "Abdusalim, where is Roland?"