Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 6, 2013 20:57:57 GMT -5
It was late at night, the reflection of the moon casting shadows off of the few odd objects surrounding a house, a mansion rather. Its large structure isolated on its own small plot of land, surrounded by a fence that had been meant to keep out intruders, to offer safety and comfort to those who dwelt inside. The serenity and calmness of the life would soon be shattered however, as one of the windows on the main floor were shattered.
A figure pushed his way through the broken window, which had been specially treated as all the other windows in the house had been. Designed specifically to keep out UV radiation. The figure was cloaked in a black hoodie and a pair of blue jeans, which had been tattered with time. He glanced around inside, making sure that nobody was still awake, before venturing in further. Where there were mansions, there were riches, as the ones who possessed such buildings had lots of money to spare.
The room was lit dimly, to allow the inhabitants who lived there to navigate through in the middle of the night, which also allowed for the thief to make his way through the building. As he made his way toward the main hallway, a small creak emitted from the floor underneath of him. He paused, glancing down at the floor. As he rose his head, a figure was soon made noticeable on top of a cabinet, crouched. As he soon caught sight of the figure, it struck.
Pouncing, the figure tackles the man onto the ground, landing on its feet. Knocking the wind out of him, he had no time to recover before his collar was grabbed, the man's figure lifted into the air. From there he could see his attacker was in fact a young girl. Short blonde hair, and eyes that could pierce his soul. But the most frightening feature was seen when she grinned, elongated canines visible in the dim light.
Before he could make a sound, try to scream or get away, she tossed him back, landing on top of him once again. Daggers were in her hands almost right away, her knees pressed into his chest as one was placed to his throat. Evelyn was always taught never to kill, unless her life depended on it. But the man was an intruder in their home, he could have killed them in their sleep. She was not fond of strange people entering into their home without their permission anyway. So she left her dagger, still against the quivering man's throat, not enough to draw blood though.
Hearing the noise of the window shattering, Tarron slowly opened his eyes from his slumber and groaned, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes to chase the sleep from them. He tossed his covers back, seeing that Evelyn was out of bed again. This was a common occurance at night being a nocturnal creature now, but he sighed wishing she would try harder. He swung his legs out of bed, slipping his feet in to slippers and stood up dressed in only his boxers which he slept in as was usual for himself. Hearing a tousle on the floor below, he quickly made his way from his room and down the curving staircase.
Shuffling through the den he reached above the fireplace and grabbed his eight gauge rifle, breaking the breech open and noting the two shells in the double barreled weapon where still in place. Stepping in to the hallway he soon spotted Evelyn, squatted on top of a man her knees in his chest. A dagger was pressed against his throat as well. Good, he had taught his girl well. He walked slowly towards them, almost sauntering towards them. He stopped, looking over Evelyn's shoulder smiling at the male. He spoke in an amused voice, that was both deep and impressive, almost sensual while being very dark and foreboding.
"Welcome to our home sir. We hope you enjoy your stay...."
He snapped his gun closed, then whipped it around ramming the butt of the heavy weapon in to the side of the man's skull, knocking him out cold. He reached down and patted Evelyn's head, stroking her hair. "Good Evelyn. very good. Take him downstair please darling? You know, where you usually go. He will take your place for a few days." He spoke of his laboratory table, where almost every evening he strapped his vampyress in and experimented upon her.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 6, 2013 21:10:05 GMT -5
The vampyre nodded, smiling still as she slipped the daggers back into the pockets of her clothing, and lifted the unconscious body onto her shoulder in a display of her inhuman strength. She strived for his attention, for his praise. She didn't know why, but it made her feel warm inside, if only for awhile. It was still the push that she needed to try harder at times. She took care as she began to make her way toward the basement stairs, where the entire floor had been dedicated toward his experimentation.
Evelyn was no stranger to the room, knowing it inside and out as she had spent every day within the laboratory, receiving injections and such as her father strived for perfection. It would be a pleasant change not to be the one getting needles in the skin for awhile, as not every injection had positive results. More than once she had been made ill as a result of a concoction gone wrong, and as a result she would be bedridden.
But now that they had fresh flesh to experiment upon, he would be free to try his luck with some of his more dangerous bacteria and viruses. If only for a little while, should the man perish as a result. Hefting the body into the injections room, she dumped the body into the chair, using the built in metal straps to keep him locked in place. Even though she had been a compliant subject, there was always the risk of something going wrong, especially when tinkering with a number of dangerous substances.
It would likely be another few minutes before the man awoke from his consciousness, but he would find himself strapped by both his wrists and ankles, unable to escape his now-sealed fate.
Watching as his always faithful Evelyn carried the man away Tarron then turned and went back to his room, replacing his rifle upon the mantle and mounting the stairs upwards to his room. Slipping back inside their room he grabbed a pair of pants and tugged them on. He grabbed a long sleeve white shirt and slipped it on and fastened the buttons then slid his feet in to black dress shoes and tied them fast.
He made his way downstairs to his personal laboratory, rolling his white sleeves up to his elbows. While not as fancy as his lab at work, his own was suitable to the minor and small experiments he did on Evelyn and his 'subjects' she 'acquired' for him. He entered the ten digit number only Eve and he knew to the room and entered closing the door behind himself. Seeing Eve had prepped their subject he walked over and put on a pair of latex gloves and a stood over the subject before slapping his cheeks.
"Come now my dear lad. I didn't strike you that hard. It's time to wake up for we have work to do." He smiled As the man groaned waking up and looking around in confusion he began to scream and curse.
"What the fuck! Where the hell am I!? I demand to be released this instant! People know where I am and will come looking for me! You freaks!! You got twenty seconds!"
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 6, 2013 21:11:25 GMT -5
The man's cursing and shouting began to give the vampyre a headache, and with a small sigh she stuffed a wad of cloth in the man's mouth, muffling his incessant ranting for the time being. Crossing her arms, she continued to stare down at the man, her glare causing him to pause his ranting and look up at her with widened eyes. Rolling her eyes, she asked:
"Right, so you were apparently stupid enough to go out and tell people that you were robbing someone's home then, without consequence? Either that, or you have no clue how to call a bluff." she questioned, before turning around and looking at Tarron somewhat pleadingly, one of her hands still holding the blade concealed in her pocket.
"Does he still need his tongue, or can I remove that?" she asked the human, removing the knife from her pocket and running her finger along the edge of the blade, hoping for a positive response. "It would make the tests a little more quiet without it." With that, she turned around, giving the man a small wink and a wicked grin, her pointed fangs still poking through her devilish grin. Perhaps the threat would instead keep the man quiet, but if not there were other options.
Tarron walke up behind his vampyress, wrapping his arms around her waist. Tilting her face towards himself he kissed her lips tongue running over her fangs slowly. "Oh my dearest Evelyn, how I do love your enthusiasm this poor list soul will need his tongue to tell us how he feels and what's happening." He released her walking to a table top and running his hands over the equipment there.
"You can take a finger or two...he won't ever need those again." He smiled looking at the sterile objects. Scalpels and bone saws, syringes and needles, other such shiny objects. Ignoring the screams of the boy (if his girl actually cared through with her threat) he slipped on a pair of gloves as picked up a syringe and fitted a needle upon it. He inserted te needle in to the rubber stopper of a bottle. He withdrew several cc's of the fluid and turned around stepping back towards his vampyress and their subject.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 6, 2013 23:13:04 GMT -5
Finding his approval toward her enthusiasm being quite pleasing, she drew one of the knives from her pocket, flipping it open. Even though it had stayed with her always, the blades were always clean and devoid of dirt, for the girl rarely had the opportunity to draw blood with her instruments of choice. One of the downsides of being confined to the house for most hours of the day, stuck only with the unfortunate souls that were brought past the doors.
Slipping behind their 'subject', she allowed the tip of her blade to caress his skin as she playfully slid the blade from his shoulder, down to his bound hands, letting out a small giggle. "My my, what pretty fingers you have. It's a shame you'll never get to steal from another person with them." She spun around, giving the obviously shaken man a wink, before she flipped her dagger into a downward position, and cleanly stabbed through the man's index finger, hearing his muffled screams attempt to break the barrier of the cloth in his mouth.
There was a moment of weakness as she pulled the finger away from the clean cut, catching a whiff of the crimson life force that ran from the open wound. She suddenly felt a thirst stirring within her, eyes dilating slightly as more and more of the delicious scent filled her nostrils. Before it could take hold any further however she shook her head, trying to clear her head of the thought of her thirst. She knew how Tarron felt when it came to her thirst for sustenance, and her desires would have to wait until later on, when her service was no longer needed.
He smiled seeing that his beloved Evelyn had once again managed to maintain her control over her hunger. That was very very good. He couldn't have her running around feeding wildly of everything and everybody in the state to quench her unquenchable thirst. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "Good girl. I will allow you a present later." Then be slipped past her, trailing his hand along her hip before stepping to the bound thief.
"I have a special surprise for you today. This here," he lifted the syringe And wave it before the male's horrified face, "is my own secret concoction I created to see if by using a retrovirus we can genetically splice animal DNA in to human DNA. I know this is probably to complicated for your young, unintelligent mind to follow but know that you will either live a much fuller life, or die a horrific brutal death. Either way you will be helping the name of science."
He picked up a alcohol swab and cleaned a spot on the man's neck. He turned the needle and pierced the man's epidermis, driving the hypodermic syringe in to the carotid artery and depressing the plunger injecting the male with the active retrovirus and removed the needle. He walked away from the male and sat at a desk, picking up paper and observing the man, his reactions, and what happened.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 7, 2013 16:04:54 GMT -5
Evelyn watched with curiousity, always finding herself quite interested in the process of trial and error that science provided. It always seemed that the very slightest little mistake within one of Tarron's creations could set off a completely undesired chain of effects, whether something simple like an infection or illness, or quite often in the more in-depth tests, death.
And so as the injections were completed, the observation process would begin, as Tarron took a safe distance to observe the man if any results were shown. Evelyn followed him back to the desk, feeling confident in the fact that their subject had been subdued. At least for the time being. The man was still petrified in fear as the pair watched him from their spot, seeming uncertain of what they were expecting to happen.
Fortunately nobody had to wait too long to receive some sort of response, though it was instead the man's attempts at yelling once again. Evelyn began to draw forth with the threat of severing another finger from his bound hand, but paused in mid-stride as she saw blood beginning to drip from their subject's eyes. Small tears at first, but then turned to rivers as his jerking about in the chair seemed driven by some unseen pain. She continued to watch as blood pooled from the man's mouth as well. The hairs on the man's arms appeared to stand on edge, turning a darker shade in colour and thickening as his nails hardened and became quite sharp.
However before any more apparent progress could be made on the man's body, his heart would find the changes too extreme, and exploded within the chest cavity, spraying blood about in a small radius.
Tarron watched with appreciation as the changes slowly came over the man. He gripped the edge of his desk, with one hand, scribbling what was happening upon the paper with out even looking. However when it all came to a crashing halt as the man's heart literally exploded from his chest spraying blood. Tarron's eyes narrowed and he muttered under his breath. He scribbled quickly and rapidly on his notepad. He finished up and glance at the corpse upon the table. Standing he slid the paper in to the desk draw and locked it. He walked over to the body and looked down upon it.
"We are getting closer my darling. So close. I will need to draw some blood from you my dear to test. That and some more venom. That will be all the needles and tests for a while I promise." He grabbed a hose from a nearby wall. "Will you take the corpse down and feed it to Isabella please. It's been a week since she ate and she will be happy with his corpse."
Isabella was the genetically engineered anaconda he had created. A animal experiment he had gotten right. Covered in black scales with red markings she was a magnificent specimen. By manipulating her genetics he had increased the size of the beautiful Eunectes murinus (green anaconda) from its typical 6 meters (twenty feet) long to a unimaginable, mythical 16 meters (53 feet) long with only one side effect. Isabelle had become a voracious eating machine, leaving behind nothing but dust from the crushed bones of her prey. A perfect way of disposing of left overs.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 7, 2013 23:54:54 GMT -5
If it had not been for the many years of helping Tarron with his experiments, then Evelyn would have never watched the whole thing through. Many times the results did not go as planned, and very often things became rather gruesome. Over time she had become desensitized by the gore-filled results, and eventually it came to be that she had been unfazed by the entire chain of events that had occurred before her.
Making her way over to the corpse, she found no need to check to see if the man was alive or not, clearly dead as a result of the incident. She unfastened the restraints that had held him in the chair, before cradling the corpse as to not spill more blood on herself than necessary. The smell would drive her senses crazy as she made her way toward the chamber that held the large anaconda, the promise of a good feast right in her arms, despite her upbringing.
Not long after having having Isabella did they realize the threat that the snake was. Therefore the door that led into the room that held the beast was never used, and instead a deposit chamber had been installed to drop in food. A large metal basket, akin to that of a postal box would house the body that Evelyn soon dropped inside, and as she closed it shut, it would drop the corpse into the large snake's room, where it would be found and later devoured.
Making her way back to the lab, Evelyn glanced down at herself and frowned. Despite her best attempts, she still had quite a bit of the man's blood on her, causing her to wrinkle her nose. That would need to be remedied soon.
As Evelyn left to feed the snake, Tarron grabbed a hose hanging from the ceiling much like the one found in many kitchen dish washing areas and began to house the table down. The red water swirled around and then slipped down a drain in the floor gurgling softly as Tarron work while thinking. The process had started. It was almost working. However something seemed to be going wrong. The heart always seemed to fail before the process could be complete from being to weak and...well human at the time. Perhaps it was his delivery method? The brain seemed to change every time as well, then the body. Perhaps he needed to inject straight in to the heart?
Finishing up his cleaning, he released the hose and it spiraled up on its retractor out of his way as Evelyn entered. He glanced at her and sighed seeing the blood all over her cloths. He would now need to buy the careless girl new ones. He pointed at the place the man had been strapped and sighed. "Removed those soiled cloths and sit dear. We need to draw some blood and you need to provide me some venom from your fangs. Then you may feed and we shall retire to bed."
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 14, 2013 0:27:19 GMT -5
It was rather often that Evelyn needed new clothes. Despite her best attempts at trying to keep herself clean from the crimson life force, it always found its way onto her clothes, which had to be thrown out soon after before the smell overwhelmed her. Not that Tarron couldn't afford it of course, but it was always a hassle as Evelyn could not go shopping with him in the daytime, for the sun would surely kill her. Plus every brand that made clothing seemed to have its own way when it came to fitting, making it all the harder to get clothing that fit well on her frame.
With a quiet nod, the vampyre did as she was instructed, peeling out of the dampened clothes that she still wore. Finding the room to be a bit more chilly with the lack of fabric to protect her, she moved over to the chair and sat down, which was still warm from its last occupant who had resided there mere minutes ago. She would not need to be strapped in as the human had for she was a willing subject, unlike that loud obnoxious man that had his heart explode out not long ago.
Tarron walked to the table and grasped an empty vial and needle. He once again tipped the vial with the needle, then turned and using an alcohol swab out of habit (for his vampryess couldn't get sick anyways) he gently inserted the needle in to the vein in the crook of her arm. He watched the vial fill slowly and frowned. Much like a normal human, this implied low blood pressure. Unlike humans...there was only one reason for this. Evelyn need to feed badly. He sighed and waited for the vial to fill completely then removed the needle and applied a small adhesive bandage (again, out of habit) before gathering two more small vials with rubber stoppers. He held them up to her, sure she knew the drill by now how to bite down on them, each fang securely fitting inside and releasing her venom must like a snake would.
He sighed as she would do what she needed to glancing around the lab. Soon they would need a bigger one. Once he found out the secret to this abomination...this hemophiliatic disease that caused vampryism he could begin experimenting upon creatures and begin his extermination of them. Of all except his beloved Evelyn. He reached out, stroking a strand of hair behind her ear as his eyes slowly slid up and down her almost nude form.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Feb 14, 2013 0:52:27 GMT -5
Evelyn sat still as he drew the blood from her arm, her eyes glued to the procedure as always. She had tried to look away before, but her fascination always led her back to studying his capabilities. As always the venom extraction came next, and as she was handed the pair of vials, she accepted both of them, carefully sliding her elongated left canine into the membrane of one container, before doing the same with the other jar. After that it simply required her to flex the muscles in her jaw to simulate a bite, watching with her opposite eye as the yellowish venom began to drip into the jar.
The procedure lasted for five minutes, until a sufficient amount of venom had been collected from each jar. She had attempted doing one at a time before, but had found that the movement in her jaw tended to cause venom to drip from both fangs, making both vials necessary. When she finished, the vampyre carefully pulled her fangs from the membranes, handing both of them to Tarron, who was still waiting for her to finish. Evelyn could never explain why, but the secretion of the venom always felt like a somewhat pleasurable experience, as if it was something she was meant to do naturally...
