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[Tale_Weaver]

Jacob Prestor's House

At the sound of the voices, Clover slowly came to her senses. She lay on the cold floor, her nose pressed flat to the damp, dank floor. It smelled like some sort of basement, and she could only imagine the mildew these walls held for her.
At first, her senses felt clouded. And there was little more she could do but stammer internally, 'What in the...? What the hell is going on?'
Slowly, she managed to open her eyes and lift her head.
It was bright.
A single flame lit a group of a few people and, as she sat up groggily, she looked around the ring of people in front of her and tried to gauge them. They were an odd mix of two men, a woman, and a female child who looked as raggedy as she felt. The woman held a match and was slowly inspecting Clover as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
How long had she been out? What had transpired since her trance had broken?
Again looking around the circle, she suddenly noticed that the second man had been the one dressed like a preacher who had saved her at the club and led her into the alleyway.
Then all had gone dark.
'What did he do to me? Did he knock me out somehow? No. There was someone behind me just then. And this man was just as confused as I was. But he looks terrible now. What happened to him? He looks like he went through some sort of war. Or at least a nasty bar fight.'
To her right, she heard a whimper erupt from the little girl. She looked about as frightened as Clover felt. Feebly, she sat flat against the wall hugging her legs to her chest and slowly rocking back and forth, as though crazed. The child was in a nightgown, as though she had been torn from her safe, warm bed. Every so often, she would sniffle, and the woman in the group would shush her. The woman didn't seem to be the girl's mother, though. It merely seemed as though the five of them had been thrown together by force, and possibly for some evil purpose.
'We are most definitely underground. Judging by the temperature, we're far further underground than a simple basement, too. It seems like a basement. I can hear voices from above. But no. It feels more like a tomb. Will we die here? Underground and far from the eyes of authority? Will anyone come looking for us? Will anyone ever find us... either alive or dead?'
Clover found it a cruel irony that she had begun the evening looking to end her own life. And now, faced with just that, she felt a sudden desire to live. Or to at least be able to take her fate into her own hands.
Finally, after assessing the information, she decided it was time to talk. She turned to the young man who was dressed like a preacher, feeling that she was the only one who still seemed rather calm in the face of possible death and entombment, "What happened to us? Do you know where we are?"
His eyes stared at her and she read him like a book: he was sorry that they had ever met and wished that she wasn't there with him.
She wished the same.Suddenly, she winced and realized that her arm stung a bit as she moved. It was slightly red and puffy, as though she had received an injection. A wave of horror washed over her as she realized that something was terribly wrong. Panicking, she reverted back to her first instinct: to demand an answer, "What the devil is going on!?"

Backing away from Koln you brush against the woman. "You are cold to the touch dear." she says. "Would you like to borrow my coat? I'm Mavis by the way and this is my daughter Suzy." The man looks over and says "I'm Vince." Huddled in the darkness next to Mavis you wonder what you should do next. "If only I could stop this horrible noise," you think to yourself. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump. You are hungry but have no desire to eat or chew, you realize that you don't even feel like having any of the breath mints that Mindy gave you to bring to the club in case you "got lucky" with a guy. You can barely think, and between the noise and your hunger, you aren't sure if you could think at all. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump. "The noise, like a heartbeat?" you think to yourself. You realize how warm Mavis is just by sitting next to her. You find yourself licking your lips and stop appalled. "What's going on?" you think!

 

[izillama]

Backing away from Koln you brush against the woman. "You are cold to the touch dear." she says. "Would you like to borrow my coat? I'm Mavis by the way and this is my daughter Suzy." The man looks over and says "I'm Vince." Huddled in the darkness next to Mavis you wonder what you should do next. "If only I could stop this horrible noise," you think to yourself. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump. You can barely think, and between the noise and your hunger, you aren't sure if you could think at all. THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump. "The noise, like a heartbeat?" you think to yourself. You realize how warm Mavis is just by sitting next to her. You find yourself licking your lips and stop appalled. "What's going on?" you think!

"What the devil is going on!?"
Clover jumped up, giddy with fear and heart racing, and backed up. She felt herself back into the woman, who seemed as warm and comfortable to her as a cat who had been lying next to a roaring fire. The woman crooned, kindly, "You are cold to the touch, dear. Would you like to borrow my coat? I'm Mavis, by the way. And this is my daughter, Suzy."
The other man in the basement with them managed to gruff, "I'm Vince."
'I don't care who any of you are, and I don't know if your coat would even help, ma'am.'
Clover suddenly doubled over and held her chest. Something felt like it was welling up inside of her.
She felt sick.
And cold.
Her ears began to feel like they were stuffed with cotton, and she heard a pounding noise which chilled her even more.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
It got louder and quicker.
'If only I could stop that horrible noise!'
Then she realized.
It was internal.
Her own racing heart, threatening to burst out of her chest. She wondered if she was really that afraid right now. No. This was much too intense. Was she having a heart attack?
Again, she doubled over. Her stomach felt like it was turning in a sickening hunger. She suddenly felt a desire for something primal and evil, and it both frightened and intrigued her.
In pain, she ground her teeth and realized that she bit her tongue. She winced, then her eyes flew wide as she tasted her own blood.
The iron substance felt like a sedative to the taste and, though it was her own to begin with, she began to feel a satisfaction the likes of which she had never known before.
She felt at ease. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace in her own skin.
But she was afraid.
Mavis and Suzy stared at her in horror as Clover began to convulse and, for a fleeting moment, Clover found herself looking at the two females as though they were something she wished to taste.
An internal voice that both was and was not her own surprised her, 'If I feel calmed by the taste of my own blood, I wonder... I wonder if just a lick of theirs...'
Clover's eyes flew wide again and she cursed her evil thoughts. She lifted her hands too fast to cover her mouth and lost her balance, falling over and crashing to the floor of the basement in a heap.
'What... what's going on!? What's wrong with me!'
Her heart began to race faster and her eyes squinted in pain. She felt tears begin to run down her cheek, hot and salty rivers of anguish.
The world felt like it was spinning out of control around her. She could no longer even feel the others in the room. She didn't know what they were doing. What they were thinking. What was going on in their minds as they watched her die a painful death? Did they wonder: 'Am I next?'
She curled tight into a ball as her muscles spasmed.
'Die. I want to die. I need to... I need to pray... I can't die... like this...'
Blindly, she clutched at her neck and felt for her necklace: a shining silver fleur de lis, and a gift from her grandmother. She never removed it.
Painfully, she tried to speak and pray. Her voice came out less strong than she would have wanted. Was she even speaking at all?
Speak!
"H... hail Mary, full... of grace. Our Lord is... with thee. B... ble... blessed art thou among women... and... blessed is the fruit of thy... womb... Jesus!"
She screamed and felt more pain, as though the prayer was burning her. She felt her tongue reject the words like acid. She felt like she had become a living sin. Was her curse that she could not pray?
Clover tried her hardest, screaming at times, "Holy Mary! Mother... of God. Pray for us... sinners."
'Pray for me.'
"Now... now and... at the hour... of..."
The pain was indescribable.
"...our..."
She wanted it to end. She wanted it to end!
"...death."
Clover had no more strength. She thought that she felt herself slip away.
'Say Amen. Say Amen!'
She couldn't.
Then, though she was surprised she could still feel anything at this point, she felt someone grab her hands. Was it Mavis? Little Suzy? Even that preacher?
Whoever it was, she heard them say, "Amen."
And then all went dark.
Death.

 

[ladyphoenix]

Ruby

You hear muffled voices coming from outside the trap door but you can't make out what they are saying. You think you hear three distinct voices. You also hear voices coming down the long hallway and you can make out a light.

"I hope he will be alright, he seems like a good man, trying to help people escape damnation..perhaps I can as well.." Ruby thought as she heard the voices outside the trap door. "I will do everything in my power to help your cause Jacob...I must serve a purpose in this world..threw ANY means necessary"
Ruby then drew her attention to the basement. She remembered the horrors of her own transformation. At first the pain and thirst came, then an awakening of sorts, a whole new set of senses to the world around her. Everything became much slower and managable, almost easier.

She then heard noises from beings around her. She knew she better get out of the way when the newly formed vampires emerged, but who are the other people...Ruby braced herself for anything.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln, as he has been trained to do, is sitting on the ground in a deep meditative state. His mind has seperated from his body in a Neoplatonic state of bliss. It is his last escape...
Moments earlier, Koln's eyes shot open and he immediately sat up, reacing for his weapons, only to find that they are no longer there. With a grumble of rage he struggles to his feet only to fall back over... feeling somehow mysteriously drained of energy...
Now he sits, staring off into space... the figures and noises around him mean nothing.. until a familiar voice grabs and forces him back to reality
"Hail Mary... Full of Grace..."
It was that Catholic girl! She was invoking the Name of Our Lady!
With a renewed vigor, Koln moves to the girl, holding her, but she continues to writhe about in pain, totally oblivious to him. As Koln restrains her in vain, he mutters the patre noster under his breath, getting louder as she squirms more, he knew full well what was going on, but didn't want to believe it...

"My God... they corrupted her..." The realization comes as he notices the blood from her tongue seep past her lips and onto her clothes. He starts to loudly sob at the fear, telling himself it wasn't so... until she tilted her head to the side in a violent convulsion and showed him her mark.

Realizing there is no other route, he prays along with her, knowing that at this point he might kill her... this is his intention. If she dies in prayer now, her soul can be saved! He screams at her now, praying loudly in Latin, making her quake in fear and pump blood faster out through her tongue.

"Good my childe... finish the prayer..." he whispers repeatedly... "Amen..." and she drops lifeless in his arms...

Koln blesses himself, gently laying her on the ground, before turning to their captors with a violent growl of rage.

"How dare you?! How dare you prey upon the innocent! Killing her was not good enough, was it? No, you had to corrupt her soul, garuntee her an eternity of suffering on Earth and another eternity of pain in Hell!"

With that Koln lunges at the nearest vampire... Vince he thinks he said his name was, with his hands aimed at his neck, ready to grab and strangle. Vince easily evades the tired and crazed attack, resulting in Koln violently punching the stone wall, cutting up his knuckles. To the horror of the onlookers, Koln continues to repeatedly slam his hands into the rock, even scratching and damaging his nails against the rough surface, soon making a bloody mess of his hands and the wall. It seems that it has not registered to Koln that he is not actually beating anyone up, but in his mind he is avenging the young girl. Each strike provokes a violent pained shriek from the pastor's throat. Then he does something very unexpected... with a growl he violently smashes his own face against the wall and starts licking at his own blood, greedily taking the metallic fluid past his lips. He slowly starts to calm as he licks... sinking down to his knees into a pained quiet sob...

His cold white fingertips run along his neck and feel his mark....

"...I am one of you... " He quietly says as he stills, drifting into a seemingly lifeless trance as he stares at the dark wet wall. His memory starts to fade and contort...

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Koln blesses himself, gently laying her on the ground, before turning to their captors with a violent growl of rage.

"How dare you?! How dare you prey upon the innocent! Killing her was not good enough, was it? No, you had to corrupt her soul, garuntee her an eternity of suffering on Earth and another eternity of pain in Hell!"

With that Koln lunges at the nearest vampire... Vince he thinks he said his name was, with his hands aimed at his neck, ready to grab and strangle. Vince easily evades the tired and crazed attack, resulting in Koln violently punching the stone wall, cutting up his knuckles. To the horror of the onlookers, Koln continues to repeatedly slam his hands into the rock, even scratching and damaging his nails against the rough surface, soon making a bloody mess of his hands and the wall. It seems that it has not registered to Koln that he is not actually beating anyone up, but in his mind he is avenging the young girl. Each strike provokes a violent pained shriek from the pastor's throat. Then he does something very unexpected... with a growl he violently smashes his own face against the wall and starts licking at his own blood, greedily taking the metallic fluid past his lips. He slowly starts to calm as he licks... sinking down to his knees into a pained quiet sob...

His cold white fingertips run along his neck and feel his mark....

"...I am one of you... " He quietly says as he stills, drifting into a seemingly lifeless trance as he stares at the dark wet wall. His memory starts to fade and contort...

Vince is completely in shock over the attempt on his life.

"One....of us...?" he manages.

"Mommy he's scary!" the little girl says as she clutches onto Mavis. "It's ok honey. We're prisoners in this basement just like yourselves."

Now that you both get a chance to come to your senses a bit you do notice that something just doesn't feel right in the air. You get the feeling that the three strangers in the room are different from yourselves.

Your vampire abilities are all active now

 

[izillama]

Death did not come.
Or if it did, she was not aware of it.
But with a sudden feeling—the likes of which she had never felt before—Clover suddenly found herself opening her eyes to a world that was free of pain and full of possibilities.
She lay on her back, staring up at the basement ceiling. Though only a single match lit the room, she saw that, somehow, she could clearly see the beams and spider webs above. She was attuned to their movement. Her eyes followed the little beasties from tendril to tendril, carefully sidestepping their pray to trap them further. Then, she watched intrigued as one spider bore down on her dinner. Her eyes honed in on it, watching it in minute detail. Closer. Closer. She focused and saw each hair on the fly’s leg, quivering feebly as the spider drained its victim of blood. Savoring in the hunt.
Then, Clover all of a sudden zoomed out, shaking her head dizzily. How could she see such things? What had happened to her eyes?
But then, the same thing seemed to have happened to all of her senses. She… felt the others in the room—four others. Three, she heard, had racing hearts, and one, she heard, had shallow breath. The one with shallow breath… his heart was slowly calming down.
She felt them in the room in sound and in temperature. Three warm bodies. One slowly becoming cooler.
For once in her existence, Clover didn’t think so much as she analyzed. She could take in the entirety of the room and the beings in the room. Touch them with all of her senses.
All of them.
Hunger.
Clover’s hands came up and she laid them on her stomach, which screamed at her. She felt a sudden, insatiable urge to feed. She remembered, for a moment, how she had bitten her tongue and loved the taste of her blood. She remembered wanting to taste Mavis and Suzy’s blood as well.
That thought had repulsed her.
Now… did it intrigue her?
‘Just… one… bite… won’t… hurt…’
She rolled and bore herself up on her knees. Though she had always been feeble, her muscles suddenly felt stronger. She slowly raised her head and stared at the others in the room.
As Clover licked her lips in anticipation, she felt something odd in her mouth and, again, bit her tongue.
‘What’s wrong with my teeth?’
She knelt and reached up a quivering hand, parting her lips and reaching inwards only to feel that her teeth felt different. Her canines were now… sharper?
‘All the better to slash your prey.’
‘What did I just think?’
She shivered as she heard two internal schools of thought duke it out. One logical. The other… not so much.
And then, she lost control of her body.
Clover jumped up and found herself pouncing forward, grabbing the first person she saw: the little girl.
Suzy screamed as Clover roughly grabbed her shoulders, digging her digits into the girl’s fragile skin. Clover thought that her vision went red and bloodlusted, and she opened her mouth wide and produced a sound which she was sure she could not have made in her former state. It was a hiss, of sorts, that reminded her of some crazed animal.
She felt her own blood begin to pound as she wrestled the child to the floor and knelt over her, and she grinned manically and felt her fangs elongate.
‘Where?! The arm?! The chest?! The neck?! Where do I feed from this ing child!?’
Clover lunged down at the child, intending to violently slash away at her neck. But, she recoiled on her own.
‘How dare you!?’
“Shut up! This little piggy is going to market, and then to slaughter!”
She lunged again! But this time, it was not her internal voice which snapped her back.
The little girl, frightened beyond explanation, suddenly screamed, “Why are you doing this to me!?”
Clover’s world was suddenly no longer red. With a gasp of shame, she released the girl and jumped up, backing up and crashing haphazardly into the wall.
It was then she smelled it: blood.
She turned and noticed the preacher for the first time. He looked very pale and cold, and he leaned against the wall in a half state of consciousness. She wasn’t sure if he was coming or going at this point. She saw on the wall, which had piqued her interest before, a violent spattering of crimson. And then, she saw the preacher’s hands and face.
‘Blood.’
Again, her vision went red. Surely… it wouldn’t matter since he was already bleeding, right?
She felt her primal instincts surge up once more.
‘I’m… hungry!’
This time, she lunged at the preacher. His blood was ripe for the taking! There, glistening along his knuckles and brow. Crimson and beautiful.
The air smelled of iron…

 

[ladyphoenix]

Death did not come.
Or if it did, she was not aware of it.
But with a sudden feeling—the likes of which she had never felt before—Clover suddenly found herself opening her eyes to a world that was free of pain and full of possibilities.
She lay on her back, staring up at the basement ceiling. Though only a single match lit the room, she saw that, somehow, she could clearly see the beams and spider webs above. She was attuned to their movement. Her eyes followed the little beasties from tendril to tendril, carefully sidestepping their pray to trap them further. Then, she watched intrigued as one spider bore down on her dinner. Her eyes honed in on it, watching it in minute detail. Closer. Closer. She focused and saw each hair on the fly’s leg, quivering feebly as the spider drained its victim of blood. Savoring in the hunt.
Then, Clover all of a sudden zoomed out, shaking her head dizzily. How could she see such things? What had happened to her eyes?
But then, the same thing seemed to have happened to all of her senses. She… felt the others in the room—four others. Three, she heard, had racing hearts, and one, she heard, had shallow breath. The one with shallow breath… his heart was slowly calming down.
She felt them in the room in sound and in temperature. Three warm bodies. One slowly becoming cooler.
For once in her existence, Clover didn’t think so much as she analyzed. She could take in the entirety of the room and the beings in the room. Touch them with all of her senses.
All of them.
Hunger.
Clover’s hands came up and she laid them on her stomach, which screamed at her. She felt a sudden, insatiable urge to feed. She remembered, for a moment, how she had bitten her tongue and loved the taste of her blood. She remembered wanting to taste Mavis and Suzy’s blood as well.
That thought had repulsed her.
Now… did it intrigue her?
‘Just… one… bite… won’t… hurt…’
She rolled and bore herself up on her knees. Though she had always been feeble, her muscles suddenly felt stronger. She slowly raised her head and stared at the others in the room.
As Clover licked her lips in anticipation, she felt something odd in her mouth and, again, bit her tongue.
‘What’s wrong with my teeth?’
She knelt and reached up a quivering hand, parting her lips and reaching inwards only to feel that her teeth felt different. Her canines were now… sharper?
‘All the better to slash your prey.’
‘What did I just think?’
She shivered as she heard two internal schools of thought duke it out. One logical. The other… not so much.
And then, she lost control of her body.
Clover jumped up and found herself pouncing forward, grabbing the first person she saw: the little girl.
Suzy screamed as Clover roughly grabbed her shoulders, digging her digits into the girl’s fragile skin. Clover thought that her vision went red and bloodlusted, and she opened her mouth wide and produced a sound which she was sure she could not have made in her former state. It was a hiss, of sorts, that reminded her of some crazed animal.
She felt her own blood begin to pound as she wrestled the child to the floor and knelt over her, and she grinned manically and felt her fangs elongate.
‘Where?! The arm?! The chest?! The neck?! Where do I feed from this ing child!?’
Clover lunged down at the child, intending to violently slash away at her neck. But, she recoiled on her own.
‘How dare you!?’
“Shut up! This little piggy is going to market, and then to slaughter!”
She lunged again! But this time, it was not her internal voice which snapped her back.
The little girl, frightened beyond explanation, suddenly screamed, “Why are you doing this to me!?”
Clover’s world was suddenly no longer red. With a gasp of shame, she released the girl and jumped up, backing up and crashing haphazardly into the wall.
It was then she smelled it: blood.
She turned and noticed the preacher for the first time. He looked very pale and cold, and he leaned against the wall in a half state of consciousness. She wasn’t sure if he was coming or going at this point. She saw on the wall, which had piqued her interest before, a violent spattering of crimson. And then, she saw the preacher’s hands and face.
‘Blood.’
Again, her vision went red. Surely… it wouldn’t matter since he was already bleeding, right?
She felt her primal instincts surge up once more.
‘I’m… hungry!’
This time, she lunged at the preacher. His blood was ripe for the taking! There, glistening along his knuckles and brow. Crimson and beautiful.
The air smelled of iron…

Ruby's enhanced vision helped her see the chaos in front of her.Two stark mad newborn vampires and three scared humans. What to do, what to do??? The lavender eyed girl has already attacked the little girl and is now attacking the newborn preacher. Before her eyes, the girl is drinking blood off the preacher's hands and forehead savagely. Already satiated with blood from earlier, Ruby isn't affected by the open wounds herslef at the moment, which made her think quickly. "I can't just sit here and watch them kill eachother and everyone else in the room!"

Feral instincts climbed her spine again like in the club and her eyes glowed bright green in the darkness. She let out a growl and leaped upon the girl like a wild wolf pouncing. The female newborn hissed in defence and struggled in Ruby's grasp. Ruby turned her attention towards the other people, "Listen everyone! I need your help immediately or these two are going to rip us to shreads!"she growled. "I need everyone to stay calm. I'm going to lend her some of my blood to soothe her hunger if I can spare enough"

She cut her own wrist with her teeth and held it two the newborn female's mouth. She immediately started to drain her hungrily and tugged violently at her wrist with her vice-grip teeth. The pain lasted only one second up her breaking the skin, but the immediately followed a wave of lovely warmth. She had to remember to take her wrist away before she is drained dry. The newborn latched on still even when Ruby tried to tell her to let go. Finally, she had to rip her away from her wrist by force. The newborn gasped as if she had fulfilled her hunger. Ruby was slightly dizzy from the drainage but still in tact.

Finally she spoke to the girl. "How are you feeling? Don't worry, it will soon pass"
One newborn was taken care of, but she didn't have enough blood to give the Preacher and keep herself alive. She would need the aid of the humans somehow...

 

[izillama]

"How are you feeling? Don't worry, it will soon pass."
Clover felt so dizzy, as though she had stood up too fast.
She gasped gratefully. It had all happened so fast.
She could remember only bits of what had transpired in the past few minutes. 'Was I not in my right mind?' She had attacked the little girl, then the preacher.
Then, an angel of mercy had swooped down upon her: another girl with with ginger hair and startling green eyes, the likes of which Clover had never seen on a human before. They were... like an animal.
Slowly, Clover sunk to her knees and continued to gasp, as though she had just been saved from drowning and was now downing breath after greedy breath of fresh air.
It all came back to her.
The other girl had slit her own wrist and Clover--now horrified at the very thought!--had sucked the girl's life-giving nectar as though... as though she had been nothing more than a new born baby, incapable of caring for herself.
Clover felt her mouth and her fingers came away bloody.
This wasn't a dream.
This was a nightmare come true: in all its metallic smelling glory.
Slowly, she came her her senses and realized that she had been too shocked to speak. The girl had asked her a question, had she not?
Lavender eyes met green, and she found herself speaking, "I... I feel... so... good."
She was shocked that she had managed to stammer that much. She felt so satisfied. So peaceful. It was almost... sick.
Then, she remembered with a gasp of horror. The preacher!
She looked over to him and sobbed inwardly. 'What have I done?'
In desperation, she looked to the other girl, "Please! I... I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to kill him! I didn't!"
'Please! Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!'

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Jacob Prestor's House

"How are you feeling? Don't worry, it will soon pass."
Clover felt so dizzy, as though she had stood up too fast.
She gasped gratefully. It had all happened so fast.
She could remember only bits of what had transpired in the past few minutes. 'Was I not in my right mind?' She had attacked the little girl, then the preacher.
Then, an angel of mercy had swooped down upon her: another girl with with ginger hair and startling green eyes, the likes of which Clover had never seen on a human before. They were... like an animal.
Slowly, Clover sunk to her knees and continued to gasp, as though she had just been saved from drowning and was now downing breath after greedy breath of fresh air.
It all came back to her.
The other girl had slit her own wrist and Clover--now horrified at the very thought!--had sucked the girl's life-giving nectar as though... as though she had been nothing more than a new born baby, incapable of caring for herself.
Clover felt her mouth and her fingers came away bloody.
This wasn't a dream.
This was a nightmare come true: in all its metallic smelling glory.
Slowly, she came her her senses and realized that she had been too shocked to speak. The girl had asked her a question, had she not?
Lavender eyes met green, and she found herself speaking, "I... I feel... so... good."
She was shocked that she had managed to stammer that much. She felt so satisfied. So peaceful. It was almost... sick.
Then, she remembered with a gasp of horror. The preacher!
She looked over to him and sobbed inwardly. 'What have I done?'
In desperation, she looked to the other girl, "Please! I... I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to kill him! I didn't!"
'Please! Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!'

Ok, so some system stuff here. I made a post in the OOC about "Blood Bonds". Clover needs to make a Will save DC16. I'm going to roll 1d4 to see how many blood points Ruby loses.

Ruby Blood Point Loss
1d4 → [2] = (2)


You both look over at the body of Koln. You watch in curiosity as the blood seems to evaporate off his body and his wounds heal by themselves. Suddenly his eyes shoot open and he stares blankly at the ceiling. His complection is pale, much more pale than he was before like that of corpse.

Mavis starts to panic, she grabs Suzy and bolts towards the trap door. "LET US OUT OF HERE!!! I CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS!!" You hear her pounding on the ceiling trying to open the trap door. Suddenly you hear a loud crash and a scream. The smell of smoke starts to drift from the tunnel leading to the trap door.

 

[izillama]

Belated roll for Clover's blood addiction

1d16+6 → [9,6] = (15)