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Ravenna Valerio


Wicked and Deadly

Posts: 2
Date: Jun 15, 2009
Living Art
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Was she really looking to piss off people? Of course, why else was she going through all this trouble? Looking up at the sky, she tried to see the stars that were so resplendent in her time. Her time that was cut so short. What happened to people? This cattle no longer seemed to care about anything, except their brief and ohh so petty little lives. How they begged and pleaded, to stay alive. They would do anything, for just one more day. How pathetic…….. And yet, that was drove some of them into the arms of those who walked the night. Life eternal, a song so sweet for these mortal wraps.

Little did they know, little did they guess, that the old adage was true. Careful what you wish for, it might come true. Such a dangerous game to play, which one will rise and be damned for eternity, or which one shall go to the heavenly father? The cast of her die had not been good, and so after a nearly a hundred years…. Had it been that long? Or was it more…? She could not recall any longer, didn’t even bother to keep track of the years, they meant nothing. How sad.. But then again, she was not sad in the least.

Not now that she was licking at the underside of her claws. Licking sticky red blood, that had pulsed over her hands. The soft faint sounds of the animals still rang out. This was her best piece yet… Ohh how they were going to rail to the heavens, how they were going to rise up in rage. The city would be like an anthill that someone had stepped on! How very delightful. Yes, this was definitely something to savor. Why these particular animals? Well why not? They were a hot tempered lot, get them riled up and you would soon have a pandemic of chaos, distrust, rage.. Ahh how they would fight… Of course, someone might take offence, but she did not know of a driving force in this City.

Did she want to die? Yes! But that did not mean she would go quietly. Ohh no, that is not the way of the Theater! Everyone needs to go out with a big bang! You did not become a burlesque dancer, to fade quietly into the night at the end of the show.. No! You wanted an encore! Several! Yet, she did not intend to go just yet, she had to much art to create, she would not be happy till she got the recognition that she deserved.

Soon the pitiful cries of the beasts would be barely heard. It was so nice to be disturbed while she worked, but she had to go place it somewhere more accessible. Somewhere it was sure to be found, displayed just right, so that it could be admired, in the right light, the right people, the right frame for her perfect creation. She was a TRUE artist!

It had taken real skill to gather just the right pieces, and once they were gotten, by her very own hands.. No dirty little paper trails to muck things up and lead anyone anywhere, no paper trail to distract anyone from the real artwork, and its creator. First it had been the hound, it had to be close enough to a wolf to fool anyone but one of them, of course. They would understand the significance, though. Next to it was a pretty little cat, all orange with dark stripes painted into its soft sweet fur. Mmmmm, would they know it was it’s own blood that made those lovely tiger-like stripes? Of course, the easiest to get was the rat. A big fat sewer rat. The snakes had been tricky, but she had managed to get a perfect pair, black and albino. Finally, the coup de grace, a huge bat, she had had to go all the way to the tropics for such a large specimen. With a wingspan of 7 feet, it most definitely was her crowning glory, in this piece.

Who would be the one crying the loudest for her blood? Ohh how she would love to know! So here at the Fountain of Four Rivers, she carefully placed the pieces. Like a clock, wolf at 12, rat at 3, tiger at 6 and snakes at 9. And on the slender needle of the fountain made sundial the bat. Now at first glance one would think they were all dead, of course! How could they not be? Each and every one of them, except for the bat was skinned, their furred flesh, very expertly carved from their screaming bodies.

She had had to go very slow, because she did not wish the animals to die of a heart attack or from stress as these fragile creatures were wont to do, if not handled appropriately. Thankfully, she was quite a master at it. And so it was that every single one of the five was still alive, barely making a sound in their now pain filled lives.

The bat though not skinned, was nailed to a crucifix, with a wooden stake piercing its body, but missing all the important organs, but only by a little. It would probably be the first to die, but that was ok, She was sure they would know that it died very slowly, along with all its friends. Because they were friends… of course!

Staying close, she would not move till her art was discovered, as any good artist, she wanted to see and hear the gasps, screams and comments about her work. Already there was murmurs of her work at the Trevi. With the high tourist flow, there were pictures of it everywhere, even something called the internet. Which was a big deal apparently. It had been easy, though. All she had had to do was make sure a few lights went out and wait for the dark to take over, then replace just the right ones, and finally put the last one on a timer.

This one was not as easy, but a few signs and police tape, had the Fountain closed off, for long enough to place everything right as she wanted it. The blood she had gathered from them, was used to etch witch symbols between the spaces making a perfect circle. Hmmmm, had she missed anyone? She did not want to offend after all? Would they see the crucifix with the bat, also as a symbol for both heaven and hell? Demons and angels?  Time would tell.

As her work was done, ready for the unaware, and anxious public eye, she ripped the police tape away, tossing the strands into the bushes. Another little piece of to the little artwork puzzle. What exactly was she saying with all of this? Ahhh to know the inner workings of a deranged mind. All the great artists where insane though, that was a fact!

-- Edited by Ravenna Valerio on Monday 15th of June 2009 08:30:53 PM

-- Edited by Ravenna Valerio on Monday 15th of June 2009 08:51:37 PM

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Faith


Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

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Date: Jun 15, 2009
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"What do Vampires do when the Sun sets?" A picture of a randy count Dracula drooling over something on a computer monitor stared at Faith from the back of a T shirt. The T shirt in question belonged to a tourist (American if you couldn't guess) who was hogging all the counter space at the Italian version of Radio Shack.

"Ba-TT-ERIES!!!" He enunciated for the tenth time to a clerk, who Faith knew for a fact, spoke English.  The clerk simply nodded, for the 11th time, and pointed to the back of the store to a shelf with a big white on red sign picturing a battery.  Frustrated with the lack of customer service, or care on the part of the staff, the T shirt guy stormed away, clearly intent on finding what he needed on his own.

Grinning, Faith set her purchases on the counter and waited while Robberto (his name tag said Robbato) rang up her things.

"One of those nights huh."   His grunt was the only response till he told her the total. It was Faith's turn to grunt.

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The cool night air felt like a lover. Or at the very least the second date guy trying to round second base. The breeze slid up her skirt and down her shirt in an atempt to cool already cold skin. 

And yet on the inside Faith felt warm. Hot almost. Even though it lacked the culinary flare real blood had in spades, the synth blood did wonders for the nutritional needs of a vampire, so Faith was downright peppy as she headed home on foot. Choosing to take the longest ways she knew. So much of the night was spent indoors or out hunting, if one (even immortals) didn't stop once in a while and appreciate the scenery, the scenery had a high risk of just blending into one big mess called the backdrop.  Rome deserved better than that.

With her shopping bag bumping merrily against her legs, Faith all but hummed as she walked home.  It was a long time coming but she finally figured out what to get Azrael as a gift. The idea had been circulating in her brain for a while now it was the "what do you get a guy who..." issue she had trouble solving.  Get him another book? He had plenty. A leather coat? A copy of Ramones covers?  It wasn't grand like a plague the size of a SUV that read " You've saved my life. Thanx!1!1! smile.gif" but it was a start. Thankfully she had plenty of time to figure out the logistics of the relative uniqueness of the gift compared to the situation that warranted said gift.  Or something along those lines.  Maybe someone should write a book on the subject.

Lost in her thoughts, Faith didn't even notice which turn or ten she took. It wasn't till the distinct lack of people on the streets that she realized that she was somewhere she wasn't planning on being.  The foot traffic was light and the people she did see were locals, blissfully ignorant of the world around them as they hurried home or out to dinner.  Dinner. That was an excellent idea.  Faith felt famished all of a sudden.  Despite a hearty meal of Sythn O Positive with a splash of lime juice for flavor, her stomach growled. No, wait. That was Faith. The scent of blood in the air had her instincts pinging like crazy. 

Wait a minute.

Blood?

Frowning, Faith froze where she stood. Her nostrils flaring as she scented the air. It was still kind of weird how she could pick out the random scents as if they were visible threads. Humans usually earned white or yellow. Vampires red.  Everyone else varied shades of blue or green.  But blood, blood was always a coppery orange shot through with gold.  Ever see a cartoon where a scent takes on a shape of a hand and beckons the hungry little toon towards the source?  That was Faith.  She didn't so much float as stalk towards the scent of the blood, noticing too late that it wasn't human blood. 

Once the red haze wore off and her vision was clear enough so that she actually saw the things that drew her? Faith screamed.   Yes vampires scream. They don't like to do it often so no telling but Faith screamed. It wasn't horror movie quality shriek but it was up there.  If the sight didn't shock her the pain of the animals did. And she felt it. The animals couldn't speak. What ever they felt they broadcast outward with every bit of strength they had left. Faith was the unfortunate reciver as she came within the field of their pain.

Fear, terrible fear gnawed at her stomach while the maddening shrieking of their silent voices filled her head.  Dropping her bags to the ground Faith fell to her knees. Her hands clamping over her ears in a useless attempt to shut out the noise.  They were alive!  The sheer wrongness of it all was what managed to make the pain slack off just enough to give Faith a chance to crawl away to a distance where she couldn't feel the animals anymore.  They were weaker now but they knew she was there. Something about her presence got their attention, and when the bat screeched Faith nearly bolted into the night. 

With shaking hands, Faith dug inside her jeans till she found her cellphone. Sitting on the ground she stared at the thing and tried to figure out what she was supposed to do with it. What she wanted to do was go over to the fountain and destroy every last one of those poor creatures so they wouldn't have to suffer.  The calmer, more rational part of her mind told her to do otherwise.  Pressing a few buttons she listened for the ring tone till a dispatcher picked up. In a daze and broken Italian Faith told the dispatcher to send a squad car...or four to that big fountain with things...  Faith wasn't sure how but the dispatcher seemed to know what location Faith was talking about.

Once Faith hung up, her fingers found the photo button on the side of the red and silver contraption and despite her very strong desire not to look at it anymore, she snapped a few photos. The tiny flash lighting up the gruesome scene like a strobe light from hell. 

It wasn't till she heard the distance sound of the sirens that Faith gathered up her things and headed in the opposite direction. Away from the fountain and away from the animals. Even as she walked she could feel their tiny little threads of life cling to her, seeking something. Safety? Release?  Bloody tears streaked her cheeks when she finally managed to put enough distance between herself and the fountain.  That was it. Sight seeing was for the fucking tourists. And when she got home Arthur was getting a leash and an invisible fence collar.  Clearly there were sick monsters out there.









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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Date: Jun 25, 2009
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The root beer flavored dum-dum clicked around her teeth for a moment before she pushed it between her cheek and gums with her tongue. Bahamas-clear water hues narrowed as Llidya surveyed the crime scene. Well, some people wouldn't consider it a crime, but the hell it wasn't, at least in Chapman's book.

Llidya slowly stood from the crouch, grinding her teeth as she straightened. The headache was still a bitch, but it had alleviated a bit when she'd arrived at the scene. After she'd managed to, well, manage the pain, she'd been able to get up and do the daily routine, lying and assuring Loke and Bianca that she was fine. Of course they saw right through it, but, eh, what could they do? Tackle her and tie her down? Hell no. She could kick both their asses with her hands tied behind her back. Not that she wanted to or anything, she just could if it came to it.

Her thoughts moved back to the scene at which she was standing, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. Six animals, all dead and skinned, their skin nearby. The ritualistic markings were interesting. Llidya stepped away so the photographer could get pictures from her vantage point. Llidya turned and looked at the policia that had arrived at the scene, her gaze settling on Ferenza.

"Alright. Who shot the animals?" A greenhorn stepped forward, fiddling with his hand. The rounds in the head of the cat, rat and dog looked to be standard issue for the policia, and Llid was right. Llidya listened to him explain how they were making so much noise, the crying and whining and how they were suffering..."Alright alright." Chapman replied in his native Italian, holding up her hand. She understood, somewhat, anyway. She might have done the same thing if she'd ever been like him at that age. "But they were still alive when you found them, correct?" He nodded, still fidgeting with his hat. Llidya dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and looked back to their Lou. He'd called MI, unsure of what to make of it, and Llid had taken it, wanting out of the office and something to do to distract her from the pain. So far, it was working alright.

"You got all the pictures? Good. Let's remove the bodies. And get that bat off of there." Llidya pointed at the staked bat, a twinge of pity at how the animals went out. Such pain, she couldn't imagine. She turned to talked to their Lou, glancing over as the patrolmen moved to remove the animals, poor bastards. "So send me a copy of the film. And can I get a copy of the dispatch tape? I know the caller-" A piercing screech split the air, so startling and sudden that it caused everyone to hunch down in anticipation for an attack as they all reached for their weapon.

Chapman turned wide-eyed, her gun down as she looked back towards the center of the circle, Ferenza shouting Italian expletives as the bat beat at him with it's wings. Holy shit the thing was still alive! Ferenza managed to untangle himself and jump away, fumbling for his weapon. Llidya beat him to it, lifting her sight and taking a single shot.

The corpse fell to the ground, twitched a final time and then stilled. Everyone slowly straightened, obviously a bit shaken at the sudden turn of events. "Damn it. Make sure they're dead before you grab at them, eh?" Chapman turned back to the Lou, who assured her that she would get copies. She nodded, and then turned back towards her car, shaking her head. What a fucking day, eh?

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