Creatures of the Knight

[ozme52]

Gunnar Fenrisen

Jack is the first to answer me. Telling me of the girl. I watch everyone with a wary eye. Jack is clearly nervous, lowering and raising his Bowie several times, as if unsure what to do next. Then he motions as if he were reaching for a side arm.

"What's been done then?" I say, using my 'captain's voice,' commanding attention.

"Has a doctor been sent for? And shut the doors! No one else should be allowed to enter or leave." Majestic looks startled and quickly leaves the area, no doubt off to her roost as dawn approaches.

"Jack, get a hold of yourself. You look like a madman!"
"Who are all these people about? Who can you account for?"
"Any who you can vouch for?"

"And call the nightclerk. We need to find out who is in each room and question all the staff and guests."

"If the woman was bloodied, there should be evidence of a struggle. We'll find the culprit!"

"No one escapes when Captain Gunnar Fenrisen is on the hunt!"

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Admist the commotion, Gabrielle had discarded her cloak, leaving her clothed in an exquisitely fashioned black dress of silk. The waist cradling her own tiny one with a built in corset type garment. The neck was riding lower then most ladies of the day, giving sight to her glouriously pale clevage, something she had been scolded by the "ladies" of the society very often. Gabrielle paid them no mind. It was necessary to expose the jewel strewn through the silver chain at her throat.

Her violet eye shimmered as she watched the antics of those around her, wondering if her presence was even known. She thought not, besides, there were more important things to tend to this evening. In particular it seemed a dark cloud had set itself upon the establishment in the name of death.

Gabrielle's smile touched upon her raspberry painted lips. Slowly removing her gloves she looked up to the landing at the bellowing Captain. Her words moving from her lips effortlessly, needing not to raise her voice in the least, knowing he would hear her above the dim, "Hello, Captain. I hope you are faring well."

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

I made my way pass the the lobby crowed towards the injured girl. "Out of way! A priest is coming through! Get the fuck out of my way sir", he said, as he approached the girl. He went down to a knee, and check her wounds. She had several cuts, some bruises, and her vaginal area was extremely bloody. "Don't worry. I'm a priest, I have experience with wounds. I'll need some clean water and a cloth to clean these cuts. I can't do anything with her blood covering her wounds". They kind of stared at me, like I was some kind of psycho priest. I looked back at them and yelled, "somebody get me some fucking water and cloth dammit!". I looked back down at the girl, and said, "don't worry child. Your wounds are serious, but you won't die. Not while I'm around".

 

[ozme52]

Gunnar Fenrisen

As I continue to observe the room, Sancti barges past me , down the stair, nearly bowling Jack over to tumble down as well. Sancti is a fool. Claiming to hear and be guided by spirits, but totally unaware of me and what I truly am. He begins tending to the injured girl. Fine, if she survives, I'll have her again. I prefer my food taken alive.

"Hello, Captain. I hope you are faring well." Gabrielle Kenzie Dumontine, a self styled witch, though not without some talent, both arcane and mundane. Well, perhaps not everyone here at the Knight.

"Hello Gabrielle, you look as lovely as ever. You come at a most interesting time." Back at her as silently as her hail to me. One of her real powers, the ability to link her mind to others, to speak, and hear, silently. I tell her all, of Ramius, the infestations of strangers and of vampires, and my decision to vacate the Knight.

Perhaps you'll join me for dinner, say around 6-ish, tomorrow evening? I let her hear my silent laugh.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - somewhat stunned

My head still awhirl, listening to this Captain Gunnar Fenrisen bark out orders, the priest comes rushing down the stair and begins muttering over the injured woman. Must be last rites. She is all but disembowled.

A lance of pain roars through my head.

"Hello, Captain. I hope you are faring well." Again that woman's voice, I hear it directly in my head, and this time I can relate it directly to the beauty standing in the entryway.

Dressed in a low cut, very low cut black dress, cinched at the waist, accentuating her hips and buttocks as well as her breast. There was no doubt, I was hearing her voice in my head, though she was saying nothing, and ceratinly not to the captain, across the lobby and up on the first floor landing.

She cocked her head as if listening to someone whisper in her ear, and as though listening to a faint echo, in her own voice, I could hear him answer.

Now I knew who the real enemy was. Daren Ramius and Captain Gunnar Fenrisen.

Not some vampire clan, no rogue priest, not even some demented human. Daren Ramius and Captain Gunnar Fenrisen. Shape shifters. Werewolves by common lore. I had thought it a myth, but not really surprised, I do believe in vampires and gargoyles after all.

I'll have to tell Rhiannon, dragoon the purple haired vampire to help. Majestic of course. Maybe Jack. He seems like he can take care of himself and doesn't shy from danger..... Risky though. And the priest, if he isn't a total writeoff. I just can't tell.

But first, I have to do something about this Gabrielle the Captain called her. If I can't get her out of my head, I won't be able to function at all. I can barely reach out with my own telekinetic power. Rhiannon doesn't feel my touch.

The pain lances through my head.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle smiles easily as the Captain provides her with the various information, the ongoings of the Knight and it's occupants. She laughs gently at his thoughts, especially of the priest. They must have really irritated the Captain for him to consider a new surrounding. It seemed as if he had been here forever.

"Perhaps you'll join me for dinner, say around 6-ish, tomorrow evening?" the Captain asks. His wickedly warm voice curls with his even more sinister laughter.

"Of course, I shall accept such a generous invite. It's not everyday, I get to dine with the Captain. But you must first promise not to dine upon my valet, good help is hard to find."
Her own laughter draws upon the good Captain's mind.

Gabrielle can't help but regard the various guests with a little stunned curiosity, wondering why they are so attentive to the bloodied little girl when death so wants another soul.

Noticing the eyes of one of the guests upon her, Gabrielle looks directly towards him, sensing no malice within his gaze, her lightly colored lips form a simple smile. Once again, her voice sweeps upon his mind, a soft, whisper almost like that of a lover's touch.

"Laisser l'enfant rentre. La mort peut être un amant exquis."

She notices he cringes with pain as her voice passes over his mind effortlessly, she speaks clearly, though her words are for him alone, "I can rid you of that pain, darling." Her eyes flash dangerously for a split second before returning to their normal state.

Her luscious laughter follows as she sees her valet, Marshall returning to escort her to the prepared chambers. Gabrielle, lifts her skirt as she hooks her arm upon his, she steps lightly from the room with a proper nod of her head.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

"Of course, I shall accept such a generous invite. It's not everyday, I get to dine with the Captain. But you must first promise not to dine upon my valet, good help is hard to find."

The pain is now a constant throbbing. Everytime I hear this Gabrielle's thoughts, it is as if someone had kicked me in the mental equivalent of my testicles.

She is now looking directly back at me.

"Laisser l'enfant rentre. La mort peut être un amant exquis."

I automatically cringe, but do not experience the pain.

"I can rid you of that pain, darling."

Again, and no pain. Why? I must find out. So intent am I, I forget to make sure someone is covering my back.

I follow Gabrielle and her man-servant up the stairs, wary of the captain as we pass.

 

[Llyr]

The old man is clearly trying to take control of the situation as he barks out questions that are nothing more than thinly veiled orders. Normally I might be inclined to laugh lightly at his blustering bravado and maybe even be gratified at his advice. Tonight - right now, looking at him - I have no intention of letting him command events. Push comes to shove, the captain is still an outsider, and a very strange looking one at this moment. The Knight isn't his home, but if I can be said to have any at all, it's here.

"It's alright, Cap. All that stuff is being taken care of."

Brother Sancti pushes past us on the landing on his way down. He's muttering something, and his words become clear only when he shouts an obscenity down by the girl.

Fenrisen and I continue to to stare at each other for a long minute before he smiles and peers over my shoulder. I turn to see Harrison mounting the steps following a well-dressed woman (the new guest?) and a man carrying what I presume to be her luggage. Harrison slides past us looking somewhat dazed. Is it the episode with the girl that seems to have stunned him? Doubtful. He seems too secure for that. I watch him continue his assent before turning back to Fenrisen.

"Tell you what, Cap, what say you and I go on up and check for any evidence that might be around?"

"Of course, Jack. After you ... " Is he actually leering at me?

"No, Cap, I insist." Fenrisen smiles once more, turns, and begins heading up to the second floor. Walking behind him I shake out my right arm, limbering up for any potential problems.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Fortunatly, one of these poor slobs actually went to get water and a towel. Brother Sancti quickly went to work. He washed off the blood, to get a clear shot at the wound. Uttering a few words, and using a gesture of his hand he began to slowly seal them. A blue aura coming forth from his finger tips. The wounds began to close, small wounds shut in a blink, the more serious ones also closed, but not as fast. However, the serious cuts did leave scars. One wound was so serious, that it needed bandages, even after it healed. She was somewhat conscious now, and the cleric spoke to her, "this may feel a tad wierd". From under her, he began to heal her badly damaged vaginal area. The damage was very severe down there. He managed to stop the bleeding down there, but recovery from the pain and full closure of those wounds would take some time. She would need to rest. He hailed the manager, and said, "she will be alright now. Just give her a room to rest in, and give her plenty of liquids. May it be soup or water. I'll pay for her room. It will take a few days for her more serious wounds to heal. Other then that, she will be okay". The manager nodded, and quickly arranged a room for her.
Brother Sancti's work was not done yet though. He smelled... evil in the air. The scent was very strong.

ooc: better get out of there Gunner, before the Cleric sees you.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Walking the length of the hall, Gabrielle's skirts swirl around her noiseless steps. She smiles as she hears the steps of the man behind her. Marshall effortlessly walks with her upon his arm. Stopping at the nearest door, he holds it open for her and her guest. Nodding politely, as the gentleman passes through the entrance.

After both have cleared the doorway, he looks to Gabrielle expectantly, knowing what shall come next. His mistress turns towards him, speaking softly as she dismisses him, "That shall be all, Marshall. I'm sure my friend here shall take care of me. I'll summon you when needed." And with a tip of his hat, Marshall eases from the hold of the luxurious room, closing and locking the door behind her.

Her chambers had already been seen to by her valet. There were numerous candles around, curious jewels and other items were lain upon the dressing table. Bottles of perfumes and other ungents were displayed upon another table. Several fashionable gowns were hanging upon the dressing area each paired with equally exquisitely fashioned footwear. Gabrielle had a weakness for the finer things in life.

She turns towards her guest as they are locked within the room, her ever present smile upon her lips. "Now, do tell me all about you, darling. I want to know of your heart and soul, your desire and confusion, Mr...ahhh..Harrison, it is? I am curious of your kind." Her voice settles into a sweet little purr, "Have a seat." She motions to a plush chair, decorated with a rich crimson colored fabric. "Do you need a drink to begin?"

 

[ozme52]

Osmond in Gabrielle's quarters

One moment I'm following at a discreet distance, the next I'm being ushered into her quarters by her man-servant. Am I still dazed or am I being somehow further influenced by her. I am unsure.

"That shall be all, Marshall. I'm sure my friend here shall take care of me. I'll summon you when needed.

The voice claxons through my brain, bringing yet another wave of pain, dizziness, and nausea.

"Now, do tell me all about you, darling. I want to know of your heart and soul, your desire and confusion, Mr...ahhh..Harrison, it is? I am curious of your kind. Do you need a drink to begin?"

I realize that these thoughts cause no further pain, and I understand, well the nature of the symptoms, if not the cause.

Because of the dizziness, I take the proffered seat.

"Do you ever speak aloud?" I ask. "I would introduce myself at this point, but you seem to have the advantage of me, Miss?"

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

IC: Rhiannon ~ In The Lobby

As the woman came screaming down the staircase we all jumped up to see what was amiss, arriving in the lobby just in time to see an unclothed young woman fall into a dead faint at the foot of the stairs. She was covered in blood and looks to be half dead...

I feel the need to step back from the scent of the blood as I'm already famished, so I walk over to the desk just as a stunning woman comes striding through ther door. Aside from the too deep cut of her gown, she looks to be the height of fashion. And a beauty to boot. "Oh my, I think to myself, just wait till Osmond catches site of her! He has a definite weakness for beautiful women... One day it will be his downfall, I fear."

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

"Do you ever speak aloud?" I ask. "I would introduce myself at this point, but you seem to have the advantage of me, Miss?"

Gabrielle places her gloves aside and clasps her hands before her. Her smile continues upon her lips as she looks upon the man seated before her standing form. For a moment she just peers into his eyes, just searching quietly. As if she finally remembers he did speak she parts her lips to engage him in conversation.

"I do when requested, Mr. Harrison." her voice was that of an angel, it lifted and fell with a melodic rhythm as she continued, "As for me knowing you, I am aware that you "heard" the Captain speaking to me before. He did tell me some particulars of the guests. Nothing really out of the ordinary I suppose, but you...you seem to be very interesting, dear. You must dine with the Captain and I."

The last of her words were not an invitation, but a simple statement. She didn't expect a yes or no, as it was already decided by her that he would. She walked closer to him sweeping the back of her hand across the flesh of his lips.

Her voice rose softly, as she continued to speak aloud, "Votre esprit sera clair. Non plus de la douleur quand vous entendez."

Her hand drifts from his lips to the jewel nestled upon her bosom, her eyes brighten immediately as she sits opposite of her guest, "I do hope that shall take care of any pain you feel when I speak. Of course, it shan't last forever. Do call me Gabrielle. I have the feeling we are going to be old pals by the time this is over."

 

[ozme52]

Gunnar Fenrisen

Jack is no fool. He doesn't know what he's up against but he's clearly no fool and suspects something amiss about me.

I lead the way up to the second floor landing.

"Look Jack, it appears the lass' blood trails up to the third floor."

I continue to lead up the next flight. Jack begins following me up.

"Jack, it would be more efficient if you investigated the second floor while I took the third. Just because the crime took place up their, the culprit may have sneaked down here in hopes of eluding a search. Or he may even be a guest in residence on the second or first floors. If he gets by us, we may never catch him."

Jack is hesitant. He clearly doesn't want me off on my own. I glance around. Good no one in sight. I can kill him here if need be.

Jack finally makes a decision and nods. He goes back down to the second floor. I can feel his eyes on me as I continue ascending to the third.

I slip into my room. Through the east window I see the early rays of the rising sun. Good, Majestic will be stone hard by now. I can safely leave the hotel.

I strip off my clothes as I begin the change. The familiar agony of stretching bones, sinew and skin.

Fenris leaps through the window!

 

[ozme52]

Fenris

Ten feet in length, a half ton of solid muscle. None-the-less I land lightly on my paws.

Off in a flash, I run down the lane, nose near the ground, inhaling the scent, following the spoor. It leads me to a country house. The "shingle" says Evan Howard. MD.

I hear Jimmy exclaiming, "Thanks doc! I'm heading to town to get the constable."

The door opens and I leap in knocking Jimmy onto his back. I land on his chest with my rear legs and decapitate the old man carrying his doctors bag with one swipe.

His blood, hot, sweeps across my face. Jimmy, chest crushed is also no longer with us. Too bad I think, Gabrielle would have enjoyed this.

I quickly devour Jimmy, a bit lean, but tasty. The old man is a bit old for my tastes. I rend the body limb from limb and step on and crush the skull. That'll leave a good mystery for whomever is the good doctors first patient of the day.

I take an easy lope back to the Knight. A quick circuit around the hotel, good, no one about yet. A quick dash, a leap, and I'm on the first roof level. Another two jumps and I'm back in my room.

Ho! Just in time. It seems that fool of a night manager has decided to put the girl back in her original suite. He didn't even notice the blood on the stairs. He doesn't question where her husband might be? An idiot blinded by his lust for profit. It's not even his own pockets he is concerned with. His misfortune.

As he opens the door and stops as he sees the copius blood on the floor and walls of the suite, leap across the hall, and shove the lot of them into the room. Him and the two bellmen carrying the girl. It was over in a matter of moments as I rent them limb from limb. It's always so much more satisfying to dismember live prey.

The girl cringes before me. My eyes glow in anticipation of a repeat performance. I take her fragrence into my snout.

"Damn that Sancti!" He's spoiled the meat with his damned incantations and voodoo magic. Disappointed, I snap her head off her neck. I'll bury it later.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Looking around, whatever evil there was, it was now gone. He took a seat at the bar, asking for a glass of water. He was glad to know the girl was being takin care of. He purified his water, then drank it.
Moments later, he heard a scream. The evil was very strong now. Brother Sancti, lifted his mace, and bolted towards the stairs, and through the halls. "GOD FUCK IT!!!", he yelled, cause before him were the manager, and two bellboys ripped apart. It was a bloody massacre. He also saw the girl he had healed, with neck twisted. This angered him greatly. Sniffing the tainted air within the room, he finally identified the demon. This was the doing of a Fenris. He shouted into the air, "I'LL KILL YOU, YA DEMONIC COCK-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!".
Brother Sancti's voice echoed through the halls.

 

[Llyr]

Jack

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[ozme52]

Osmond in Gabrielle's quarters

"Votre esprit sera clair. Non plus de la douleur quand vous entendez." she incants.

She fondles the necklace around her neck, attracting my attention to her bosom.

"I do hope that shall take care of any pain you feel when I speak. Of course, it shan't last forever. Do call me Gabrielle. I have the feeling we are going to be old pals by the time this is over."

I nod absently. I feel, odd. Whatever her belief as to her witchcraft, she has some sort of mental power that comes to me, and certainly to the wolf, as a form of telepathy. And those mental powers are interferring with my power, creating a feedback loop that has left my mind numbed and my reason addled.

I don't know how much time has passed. A minute? An hour? I can't be sure. For a moment, I rouse myself as I become vaguely aware of a commotion somewhere on the floor above us. Gabrielle's eyes seem to flare and I am overcome with, with a profound sadness that is "imposed" on my being. Someone, several someones, have died.

Again, time goes by. I hear running, and then yelling.

"GOD FUCK IT!!! I'LL KILL YOU, YA DEMONIC COCK-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!". I start to giggle, Usually I don't giggle, but I no longer have control of myself.

"Sancti is on the loose." I laugh. Gabrielle steps closer.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle - within her quarters with Osmond

Gabrielle observes Osmond as he speaks. He passes from one extreme of emotion to another, as evidenced by the sudden sadness within his eyes at the settling of death to the little giggles at Brother Sancti's curses.

Drawing her legs across, Gabrielle lifts her skirt, just revelaing the stocking length of her curvaceous legs, smoothing the black crisp layers downwards to conceal them once again.

"Osmond, are you always so easily distracted, dear?" she speaks to him softly, her words falling easily from her mouth as the tip of her tongue toches the center of her slender upper lip. She leans forward slightly, bidding Osmond to focus upon her eyes as they danced seductively, hinging on dangerously, "Now, my darling, you must focus. Is there something you would like to say before we begin?"

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

I feel, it reminds me of getting too much laudinum. I can't concentrate.

Gabrielle does something with her skirt, my head seems to throb, it courses through my entire body. She is speaking to me steadily, the words elude me, but the lilt of her voice, is enthralling.

"Now, my darling, you must focus. Is there something you would like to say before we begin?"

I find myself looking into her eyes. I say nothing.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

As I stand watching Osmond and the woman, I observe him clasping his temples as if in pain. There is Sancti, what does he think he's doing?

I step closer and am now between Osmond and the woman at the desk. SuddenlyI can hear her voice as if she's speaking to Osmond. Turning around to look at her I see she is just staring at him..

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

The hotel security, and two or three bellboys came up. They looked very... disturbed by this mess. Some looked away, one bellboy vomited on the carpeting. The head of security quickly spoke, "Oh shit. What a mess. You, bellboy, I want you to call the police and ambulance. You, get the janitor to clean up this vomit. The rest of you, I want this area secure, do you understand?". They all quickly nodded, then went off to do their task.
The head of security went up to Brother Sancti. Asking, "can you tell what did this father?". Sancti only had one short reply, "it was a Fenris"
"a Fenris? are you sure?"
"I'm very sure"
"but this hotel does not allow creatures of mass destruction in here"
"a Fenris can pretty much go anywhere it pleases"
A harsh truth it was. Finding this beast made it all the more difficult. Where could it be? Where could it be indeed?.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle - within her quarters with Osmond

"Oh good, I do not understand unnecessary chatter, but I suppose it is necessary in some instances." Gabrielle speaks softly still gazing into Osmond's eyes, "Now, if you would, see to the candles. They need to be lit before anything else. I'll see to the other necessaries."

Smiling, she reaches forth and touches Osmond's lips with her long blush colored fingernails, "You will do well, love." And with that she rises and heads towards the windows leaving Osmond to perform her desire.

Gabrielle whirls about the room in a vision of ebony silk, moving from window to window drawing the curtains back, allowing the moonlight to flood the room. She pauses at the last window, standing before it, the light shimmering over her curvaceous form.
Her eyes darken to a midnight blue, the erotic flame igniting within them as she turns back towards the handsome man.

For an instance, she wonders where the Captain is. No doubt having a wonderful kill. The though almost causes her to pout at having missed such an exciting erotic moment with him, though she knew there would be more fun to have in the coming days.

"Osmond, when you are finished, my dressing table, please."

Smiling wistfully, she makes her way to the elabourate table, sitting at the plush stool before it, she awaits his arrival.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - Candles

"....................................the candles."

I thought it was nearly morning? I remember the sun rise peaking through the curtains just a moment ago.

But now it's too dark here. I rise from my chair. I reach into my vest pocket and pull a match out of my silver matchcase. Brush it across the striker and set about lighting a few candles.

"............................. my dressing table."

I must find a clue. Perhaps over here. I step towards the table, staring, wondering, 'what am I looking for again?'

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle - within her chambers with Osmond

Gabrielle watches Osmond within the mirror of the dressing table as he approaches her from behind. The candle light serving as a wonderful illumination, casting it's firey shdows within the moonlit room.

Gabrielle chuckled as she noticed the confusion within Osmond's eyes. She was sure he was trying to grasp for a sense of time, so that he could try to place himself within the correct mindset, but he was were she wanted him. Confused and vulnerable.

Smoothing her skirts, she rose to her feet, turning towards Osmond, "Now, Osmond, you must rid yourself of your shirt. I would insist on you being skyclad, but I believe I would like to unwrap that gift for myself." Laughing softly, Gabrielle leans back against the dressing table and smiles, watching Osmond for his reactions.

She notices his slight hesitation as he searches her eyes, "You must. I insist and the ritual depends upon it."