Fantasy A Vampires Summons ((LOOKING FOR PLAYERS))

[Tetro]

Solomon smiled and sighed almost in relief, "Your kindness and patience exceeds my own by myriads." He gave her proper praise. "But withholding the truth is still dishonesty, and it is my duty to make sure the Lord's flock is tended to. I must insist you tell me what has occurred." He spoke with a bit more authority towards her without losing the love in his voice. "For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light." He recited Luke 8:17 so fluidly and with a casual tone that it almost seemed like his own words. "The people of this abode are the ones who must take responsibility for what happens to their guests, and I can sense in you torment. Please, speak now and tell me what occurred to cause you distress, and do not leave out detail." He put a gentle hand on her arm and took her hand, holding it tenderly to help her feel more comfortable in confiding in him.
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[FTR]

Sister Morana was surprised by the father's interest in her mental well-being and his acuity for it. She became a bit more flush than before having been caught in a form of dishonesty. His reciting of verse worked well towards worsening her embarrassment.
"Yes, Father." She yielded, lowering her head slightly. "Though, before I do, I should really make perfectly clear I hold no grudge or feelings of discontent towards anyone, especially not anyone in company." The sister said trying to expunge guilt from any one person.
"Shortly after I arrived, I was led away by what I had thought then to be a young woman. I assumed a housekeeper of some sort. However, after being brought to the library, I found myself the subject of a particularly eccentric and loutish man's ridicule. Or at least, I think it was a man. He had this derelict way about him and wore a horrid costume. He vexed me so, shouting obscenities and being downright unpleasant for absolutely no reason.
Once I'd become good and distraught, he revealed it all to be a hoax of some kind and disappeared. I regret to say I wasn't ready for such level of excitement and may have overreacted. It was around this point that I was rescued from my agitated state by this fine young man."
Sister Morana shuffled in place, showing her shame more obviously now. She'd only been alone a few minutes before finding herself in need of assistance. Perhaps she really was as helpless as everyone seemed to think...
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind.
"It honestly wasn't anything worth issuing blame for, father. Just a harmless stunt and my gross misinterpretation of it."
She unhooked her arm from around Quinn's to bow more properly, having one hand in Father Solomon's, and assume responsibility for any of the previous occurrences.

Tetro

 

[Tetro]

Deceit? Ridicule? Obscenities?! Solomon's eyes began glowing as his canines grew slightly, the furious vampiric energy emanating off of him. He kept his voice calm for Sister Morana's sake. "You are being far too dismissive. Such things are unfitting to force a nun to go through all for the sake of a joke. Truly uncouth and inappropriate. The apostle Paul himself said not to become a stumbling block. You were stumbled, and there is blame in the one who caused it. Or the one who did not stop such an occurrence..." He glanced at Winter. "If we do not hold others accountable for their actions then how are we to teach of discipline and moral cleanliness without being hypocrites?" He asked Quinn, speaking rhetorically. Solomon looked at Quinn, "Please, help Sister Morana obtain her luggage, I must have a word with the attendant here alone." He let go of Sister Morana as he spoke to the man. "Do not worry child, I merely wish to make sure things are set straight." He reassured Sister Morana. Solomon turned to face Winter to talk to her, leaning in, "Sick, filthy, disgusting, putrid, repulsive creatures that you are..." He whispered through gritted teeth only loud enough for Winter to hear, compensating for how good Sister Morana's hearing most likely was. "Who was it?" He was shaking with anger.
FTR Vampiricdoll MoxxyMoxx

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn groaned internally. He wasn't a bell boy and this wasn't a hotel. He didn't have to do anything or listen to a word this Father said. He was rude and smelled of trouble. He didn't like him. He wished they'd gotten different humans. He could easily bite and kill him right here but the Count didn't want that.

He rolled his eyes at the Father. "As you wish, your royal highness." He said in a mocking and annoyed tone.

He put his skateboard down and picked up the luggage. He skated down the corridors of the mansion away from the main group of people. He didn't want to deal with them right now and he wasn't apologising for his behaviour. He dumped the bags in the Sister's room before skating around some of the bigger corridors, doing tricks with his skateboard. Sure, it annoyed those who cleaned the floors that their were metal scratched everywhere but, when you can't go outside, what else can you do?

Quinn needed something fun. Scratch that - Quinn needed someone fun. He needed to find someone whom he could dedicate everything to. He needed, dare he say, love. He hadn't experienced it in such a long time but there wasn't anyone gay here. There was no chance of it. He sighed and continued to skate around the mansion. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Gabriel reaches the Count's room and knocks on the door.

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Belladonna was reading a book walking down the hall. She bumped into Quinn. “ oh Quinn I’m so sorry I didn’t see where I was going” belladonna could smell some new people on Quinn which was making her hungry.
MoxxyMoxx

 

[FTR]

Morana didn't have to be a mind reader to know that the father was obviously very disconcerted by the news of her maltreatment at the hands of that less than pleasant resident. She hated to be the source of conflict between anyone and decided she'd try to talk Solomon down, or at least get him alone where she'd hopefully be able to help him cool off a bit.
"Father, it seems as though I've found myself without an escort, seeing how young Quinn has skated off to deliver my luggage." She said, moving toward him and reaching a hand out to grasp his shoulder.
"Please, father. There is no need to pursue this any longer.
If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive yours." She recited Matthew 6:15 in hopes it'd entice him to relent.
"Who better to accompany me than you, good Father Solomon? And you wouldn't want me wandering these halls on my own, would you? Could leave another opening for that trickster to prey upon my weaknesses..."
The Sister positioned herself to his left, hoping her close proximity would force him to default to his more chivalrous tendencies and leave the altercation as politely as possible.
Tetro

 

[Tetro]

Father Solomon snapped out of it when Sister Morana began speaking. Only then did he realize he almost went into a vampiric frenzy. He cleared his throat and moved back to stand with proper posture beside Morana, "I forgive them, my child. But there must be something done of the situation. We wouldn't want them thinking such inappropriate actions are to be tolerated. Later though shall we deal with the matter." He was staring in Winter's eyes the entire time he spoke to Morana. Solomon took a silent deep breath to help himself calm down. "Kindly tell Count Dracula that Slayer Solomon wishes to speak to him as soon as possible. He would best remember me by the nickname of my youth." He took Morana's right hand gently into his left before taking his bag from Winter and carrying it with him as he led Morana down the hall. Solomon just followed the scent of the man with the skateboard, using it to guide where they would go. "Thank you for being the voice of reason. I forget what my hunger does to me sometimes." He politely thanked Morana. Solomon honestly did feel bad that he was about to get violent with the attendant and any others who he might have blamed. Doing such a thing would only make him as bad as them. To him that was a fate as bad as losing the faith, to become one of them.
FTR Vampiricdoll

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn looked up at the person he bumped into. It was Bella. She was a cool person. Quinn can handle speaking to her. She wasn't rude like Gabe or intimidating like her father.

"Hey Bell," he said before handing her the bottle he'd been carrying. "Those humans are here but you've got to keep cool for now. Gabe almost killed a blind woman before I intervened." He sighed, "I haven't smelt any people here that are interesting enough for me to kill personally. Two religious nuts are barely anything new."

 

[FTR]

"To be dealt with at a later time, then." She agreed with a smile, hoping he'll lose interest by the time later comes around. Morana was slightly put off my the supposed nickname Father Solomon once had. It was quite the intimidating, as well as implicating, name for one in priesthood. "I suppose we all have our crosses to bare." She thought to herself. The mention of Dracula came off as a bit bizarre to her as well. As far as she figured, the impaler was long dead. Was the father just being facetious? Playing along with the charade from earlier? But how would he have known?
As they walked, Morana took notice of the coldness in Father Solomon's hand. It was not a cold like from having been out in the elements, it was different. She kept the internal questioning to herself, being unable to discern anything from what seemed like a bunch of random information.
"Oh, I haven't done anything but get in the way, father. It is I who should be thanking you. You have shown me great kindness. Though, I really should insist you not take my encounter with the residents so seriously." The Sister asserted following Solomon's lead to her room. As she did she took note of the number of turns the general length of the corridors and the presence of sounds and smells in these areas. Thus, she drew a mental map of the route from where she was, to her room. A common method for her to more easily navigate familiar areas when she needs to.
"It was all in harmless fun, I'm sure."
Morana held her arm to her chest as if bracing as she looked for the nerve to ask a probably odd question to Solomon.
"Father? What exactly did you mean by 'hunger'? Does it mean you feel desire to sin? That you are tempted to violence when plunged into a state of discontent? If so, I plead that you don't, especially not on my behalf. I could instead help you conquer your temptations through mediation and prayer." She offered.
Sister Morana would be avoiding eye contact as she said this could she make any to begin with. It felt strange to her speaking to someone of a quorum in this way. She felt condescending.
"I mean no disrespect. I'm simply trying to express my concern for you. Temptations are everywhere, but with each temptation, God offers a route for the righteous, a way to endure."

Tetro

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Bella took the bottle from his hand and took a little sip “thanks I really needed that I was starving” she gave the bottle back to Quinn “we all new Gabe was going to be a risky case the day he came but he is family here now. Is religious nuts really the best we could do where is the fun in that.” Bella chuckled as she said that.
MoxxyMoxx

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn laughed. "Yeah. I was hoping for a hot guy to play with but I guess not."

Bella was a fun person. She was his favorite of the vampires here. She was more relaxed and he could see himself in her.

He continued, "There's only one that appears the slightest bit fun. One of the nuts wanted to talk with your Dad. I'm getting a little suspicious about him. I think he knows more than he appears to but we could easily get it out of him so that could be fun. Oh and the religious woman is blind so we could easily lull her into a false sense of security. She likes me already so we could use that."

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Wait he wanted to see my dad.why?” Then Bella thought “what did Gabriel do this time time Quinn?” Bella was thinking father would not be happy with him. Bella then saw two people walking over the one did look blind. She pulls Quinn’s over around the corner. “ is that them, and how does that dude know where to go?”
MoxxyMoxx

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn held his hands up. "One question at a time jeez," he said. "One - I don't know. Two - Gabe tried to lure her in and kill her I think. I wasn't there for the full thing. And three - Yep that's them."

He smiled at them trying to seem as if they weren't just talking about murder. He didn't even notice they were there. Quinn could be really oblivious sometimes.

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Do you smell a scent on him a certain scent”she asked as she smelled the air “the smell kept making her hungry but she put that feeling aside.
MoxxyMoxx

 

[Tetro]

Solomon continued guiding Morana, feeling the eyes of two others on him. Patience... He thought to himself, restraining greatly. "I couldn't call myself a servant of God if I didn't show you kindness and love. It is my calling in life to protect and guide." He smiled at her. "Don't ever feel as though you are in the way" Solomon spoke reassuringly. When she asked about what he meant by hunger, and her inquiry into what it might mean, it made him narrow his eyes in suspicion, worry, and hostility. These people... Bringing Morana here... And she doesn't even know. "There is no disrespect in caring. That is what the Lord requires of us if we are to imitate him. There is much to tell you but first we must be alone." He explained. Solomon picked up the pace slightly but made sure not to excite or rush Morana. Once they were in her room he sat her down gently. "There is no easy way to reveal this to you, but the inhabitants of this abode are vampiric beings. Vampires. I am one myself. My hunger is literal as I desire blood every two to three days." He just laid it out. "I obtained my old nickname long ago. Several decades after Dracula began spreading vampirism, and after I became a vampire, I was sent to a small town in northern Italy to teach them of our Lord as they were lacking a priest after a vampire attack. The morning I arrived the entire town was already in the church. Well you could image my happiness and surprise." He laughed softly. Solomon cleared his throat before continuing, "The windows were all closed, but I didn't think anything of it. Halfway through my sermon I realized that the entire audience were vampires, even the children. Skipping the unpleasant details, I burned the town down after I did what needed to be done. Word spread and I became Slaughterer Solomon. A name I am quite sure has reached Dracula's ears." He finished the story. "Of course within the past few centuries I stripped myself of that title and took upon the plain title of Father." He spoke with a bit more positivity as he opened his bag and took out a small vial of blood. "I only consume what is necessary to make sure I have the strength to do the Lord's work and protect others. Through generous donations I only drink the blood of our brothers and sisters." There was a hint of shame in his voice as he explained his situation to her. Solomon opened the vial and drank, feeling the strength and emotional control return to him.
FTR

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn nodded. "I'm trying to not consentrate on their blood. I've been drinking it out of a bottle since I woke up to move past it."

He took the bottle back from Bella and drank some more. He'd gotten use to the duller taste of bottled blood. Having the iron liquid straight from a person was amazing but he'd forever have to get used to the bottled stuff. They couldn't have a human everyday or anything like that.

 

[FTR]

"I understand that, Father. I simply mean that, while you have my gratitude, you need not fight my battles for me. They are mine to endure." Morana responded as they walked together to her room.
It can be said Morana was a bit concerned with the Father's leaning towards secrecy and her curiousity was peaked by the slight quickening of their pace. This priest was of a peculiar sort.
Once in her room she was sat down and very pleased to find the seat by the window, the sun radiating warmth onto her. Morana was glad to know one of her favorite pastimes could be done from the confines of her room.
Solomon began to explain the nature of their situation and the bits and pieces she'd gathered in her short time at the castle fell into place. The picture they painted was not one she liked. The heat of the sun was drained from her, her blood ran cold.
"But...what is this you're saying? Slaughter? That you yourself are a vampire? Father, you speak the same breed blasphemies as my attacker."
In her more agitated emotional state, the stone on Morana's veil became vibrant once more, indicating she was becoming more aware of her surroundings.
The fact vampires existed or not, did not do much to surprise her. It was the fact based on what father had said, she felt so alone in their company. In addition to all this, it put a horrifying new spin on her past run-in. She had not overreacted after all.
Sister Morana visibly tensed up in her seat as he spoke, especially so when he drank from the vial. The smell of iron coming from within the it hit her sensitive nose and immediately she recognized it. Stagnant blood.
Sister Morana became overwhelmed with a feeling of distrust, even for Father Solomon. As a vampire she saw him as a soulless creature, born of evil, for all she knew he was just as much godless as the rest. Had she fallen into yet another trap, this one much more elaborate than the last?
The nun quickly got out of her seat and had her back find the wall.
"Deceiver." She said shakily. "A Heretic, sinful creature which parades as a man of God." Morana clutched her bag. "Stay back."

Tetro

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Bella was confused “no there is like a vampire scent on him something not human” she knew there wasn’t anything right about him and it concerned her.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn shrugged, "Yeah. I know. I mean that what if he's a hunter? If so then your father should know immediately and I as the most obvious vampire should find a safe space to hide out."

Black eyes were a dead give away with blood demons. They stood out in any crowd. Sometimes Quinn hated it but other times he enjoyed them. They were unique to him and he thought they were beautiful. It was a shame that no one else could appreciate them.

 

[Tetro]

Solomon understood her judgement of him. Nevertheless her words hurt him enough to cause his hand to clutch near his chest. He closed his eyes and took a breath, fighting the deep guilt he felt within himself. Solomon sighed shakily as his eyes opened. "I am no heretic. I deceive no one. I am a man of faith and have been since I could speak." He spoke calmly. "I had centuries to be anything I desired, but I never strayed from the path of light." Solomon stayed where he was, putting his bag to the side. "I received my training from the church to teach, and slay those who do not reason with words. And I have never raised a blade or hand against a single being that did not strike out first with lethal intent towards me or another. Judge as you will, you know not the condition of my heart as God does." He took a seat, taking out his bible from his robes and opening it to read.
FTR

 

[FTR]

Morana couldn't be talked down so easily. Words are cheap, as they say.
There wasn't anything he could have said at the moment that would have coaxed her to resend her obviously quick and harsh judgement.
But, it was fair. This was a lot of negative information she was being exposed to very suddenly.
In this case, the silence spoke louder than words. Father Solomon read, and left Morana alone with her thoughts for a moment.
Her first move was to ease herself. As calm as she'd tried to stay, her heart rate had skyrocketed, having felt like a cornered animal. She could feel her breathing become a bit more labored as a pain began to swell in her chest. She held her palms over her sternum as she worked to slow everything back down. If she fainted now, it could very well spell disaster.
After a moment, Morana had succeeded in calming herself and found herself deep in thought and a bit hazy. She kept her head lowered but stared at Solomon through her veil.
If he really was as vampire, and they were as vile of creatures as she been led to believe...then why does he seem so sincere? Why hadn't he attacked her yet?
It wouldn't take a vampire to overpower her. What if it was another mind game? What if it wasn't? What if this man truly had been put on a path for the damned but despite this continued this path in the light instead of the dark as so many like him must have? All this time to become corrupted but remaining righteous, or as righteous as he could be.

Morana backed up off the wall and stood, hands grasping her pendant.

It could be she had been terribly rude and horribly judgmental toward him. Towards someone who, up until this point, had only shown her kindness and respect.
Sister Morana wasn't sure to make of all this. In the short time since her arrival she'd been on a rollercoaster of emotions, constantly being plunged into turmoil by those she's met there since.
She revisited his response to her lashing out at him a few times and came to the conclusion that regardless of his unholy state or inherently predatory nature, he deserved a chance. Not to prove otherwise to her but to the heavens. It was not her place to judge him, nor to blame him for what she feels are mistakes. He could very well be a testament to the notion we are not the conditions of our existence, but the quality to which we live it.
God is infinite, if anyone could raise the father from this fate to perdition, it was he.
Her internal debate concluded, and Morana's mind was made up. Possible dangers or not, she couldn't play the part of hypocrite. Everyone meant anyone when it came to redemption.
She would apologize, and hope she hadn't done irreparable damage to their still budding relationship.

The Sister stood up and quietly made her way over to the table Solomon had sat down at, hesitantly taking a seat adjacent to him.
She placed her hands in her lap and went to speak. Her voice trembled initially, reminding her that the back of her mind still housed a fear towards this man.
"I was wrong for my behavior. You have done nothing to deserve my scorn. I let my fear cloud my judgement, let it push me towards a misplaced contempt."
She bowed her head in embarrassment for her reaction.
"If anything, given the circumstances, I admire you more so now than before. To have upheld the Lord's work for what must be coming into half a millennia....you are much holier than I."
Sister Morana had never had such a problem yielding when she was in the wrong as she did in this moment. She adjusted herself in her seat. Of course she'd never been in such a scenario before and couldn't shake the feeling she was praising a wolf disguised as a shepherd.
"I spoke not only out of turn and completely without tact, but I viciously insulted you, questioning your very being. I feel contrite for what I've said, how I acted. I know this not to be enough to reconcile and humbly accept whatever punishment you see fit, Father Solomon."
The last bit she felt a hint of regret saying, not having full trust in Solomon she felt uneasy putting herself any more at his mercy.

Tetro

 

[ashlyn heckman]

“If you want to hide your welcome to but nobody is going to hurt you without getting hurt themselves. But I’m thinking I need to find out who he is” i walk over to the door and knock on the door. MoxxyMoxx FTR Tetro

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn itched his neck, "Well, I hope you are correct. I'll stay out here and keep watch over the humans whilst you talk to him." He smiled at her and walked away, staying in the shadows as to not be burned by the sun through the windows.

 

[Tetro]

"We all have our rights to feel as we will. So long as we do not let it lead us to saying or doing sinful things. If not for the attack on you earlier you would not have had the same reaction to my revealing the truth to you. You are simply excited. Rest now, I will keep you safe." He gently took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. Solomon stood when he heard the knock on the door. He walked over and opened it slightly, "Yes?"
FTR ashlyn heckman