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Thousand Year Old Vampire: Guillaume d'Orléans
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<blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 8848258" data-attributes="member: 11760"><p><strong>Orléans, 1022</strong></p><p></p><p>"You seem shaken, Guillaume," Father Guiscard said in my ear, leaning in close to be heard over the screams. "Do you wish the heretics' suffering to stop?" </p><p></p><p>"N-no, father." </p><p></p><p>I stammer, covering my mouth and nose with my sleeve, unable to tear my gaze away from the burning cottage. </p><p></p><p>It was surrounded by soldiers in the service of the Church, who faced both away from the flames, from stopping townsfolk from intervening. very other soldier faced inwards, though, to keep those burning alive from escaping. </p><p></p><p>"I am shaken by the experience, that's all," I said, my voice thick, untrustworthy. </p><p></p><p>"So you should be," Guiscard said, smiling as he stepped away to speak to other townsfolk. "Remember this, all the days of your life." </p><p></p><p>Once he was out of sight, I turned and fled, pausing only to notice the other soldiers, standing shoulder to shoulder, their shields gleaming as they protected a veiled woman standing tall as she watched the flames roar upwards into the dark sky. The crest on their shield was unknown to me -- I had no cause, then, to know of such things. </p><p></p><p>As I raced home, I pulled my smoke-stained sleeve from my face and gulped air. What would Father Guiscard have thought if he'd known that my mouth watered at the scent of living human flesh cooking? I would have been cast into the fire alongside the heretics -- an abomination. </p><p></p><p>The flames still danced before his eyes, and smoke obscured the night sky, making the dim, muddy streets of Orléans even harder to make out in the dark. </p><p></p><p>After several minutes of running, I stopped to get my bearings. I was lost. </p><p></p><p>This time, it wasn't the priest who spoke in my ear. </p><p></p><p>"So now," a voice like stone sliding across stone murmured, "the heresy is just us two." </p><p></p><p>I shivered. </p><p></p><p>"I never ... I just ... I listened to what the canons said, but I never ..." </p><p></p><p>The unseen speaker -- it was black as night here, although that did not seem to bother the other -- shushed me. </p><p></p><p>"Estienne and Lisios were spreading my word and partook in the sacraments as I taught them to. Now, it is only us." </p><p></p><p>I stepped back. My heel struck something hard and unyielding in the dark, and I almost fell over. A hand steadied my and I almost screamed as arms wrapped around my from behind. </p><p></p><p>"We must enter into a covenant, you and I. And our covenant is written in blood." </p><p></p><p>A hand like that of a statue was over my mouth. </p><p></p><p>Pain like knives cut into my neck. </p><p></p><p>I screamed and screamed. </p><p></p><p>But no sound escaped.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 8848258, member: 11760"] [B]Orléans, 1022[/B] "You seem shaken, Guillaume," Father Guiscard said in my ear, leaning in close to be heard over the screams. "Do you wish the heretics' suffering to stop?" "N-no, father." I stammer, covering my mouth and nose with my sleeve, unable to tear my gaze away from the burning cottage. It was surrounded by soldiers in the service of the Church, who faced both away from the flames, from stopping townsfolk from intervening. very other soldier faced inwards, though, to keep those burning alive from escaping. "I am shaken by the experience, that's all," I said, my voice thick, untrustworthy. "So you should be," Guiscard said, smiling as he stepped away to speak to other townsfolk. "Remember this, all the days of your life." Once he was out of sight, I turned and fled, pausing only to notice the other soldiers, standing shoulder to shoulder, their shields gleaming as they protected a veiled woman standing tall as she watched the flames roar upwards into the dark sky. The crest on their shield was unknown to me -- I had no cause, then, to know of such things. As I raced home, I pulled my smoke-stained sleeve from my face and gulped air. What would Father Guiscard have thought if he'd known that my mouth watered at the scent of living human flesh cooking? I would have been cast into the fire alongside the heretics -- an abomination. The flames still danced before his eyes, and smoke obscured the night sky, making the dim, muddy streets of Orléans even harder to make out in the dark. After several minutes of running, I stopped to get my bearings. I was lost. This time, it wasn't the priest who spoke in my ear. "So now," a voice like stone sliding across stone murmured, "the heresy is just us two." I shivered. "I never ... I just ... I listened to what the canons said, but I never ..." The unseen speaker -- it was black as night here, although that did not seem to bother the other -- shushed me. "Estienne and Lisios were spreading my word and partook in the sacraments as I taught them to. Now, it is only us." I stepped back. My heel struck something hard and unyielding in the dark, and I almost fell over. A hand steadied my and I almost screamed as arms wrapped around my from behind. "We must enter into a covenant, you and I. And our covenant is written in blood." A hand like that of a statue was over my mouth. Pain like knives cut into my neck. I screamed and screamed. But no sound escaped. [/QUOTE]
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