Tarron sat before the aquarium, his forehead leaning against the cool glass as he watched with incredible interest the single specimen inside the aquatic prison. The eight limbed cephalopod was moving around a sealed bottle. The old glass coke bottle was stuffed with a cork, a small hermit crab that had been tricked, sealed inside. The Hapalochlaena was moving around the bottle exploring it with it's tentacles. Then it began concentrating upon the cork shoved in the neck of the bottle. Tarron leaned closer in anticipation as the blue ringed octopus removed the cork and began squeezing itself inside the bottle after the hermit crab. In another few minutes the octopus slid back out of the bottle leaving an empty shell behind.
Grinning the male stood up and picked up the two vials upon the table and shook them. Held with in a clear fluid sloshed around the vials and the male smiled. After several days the male had been able to extract this amount of tetrodotoxin, one of the most deadly toxins known to humankind, from the host Hapalochlaenabwith in the tank. Walking to his desk he slipped the two vials in to a small surgical pack laid open upon his desk. He looked at the phone upon his desk, eyes narrowing. Evelyn should have called several hours ago. She had left several days ago, to a science facility in Russia to complete a transaction with the head scientist there. The man had offered Tarron pure DNA of a rare source, possibly supernatural in origin. She had kept in contact with him ever four hours since landing, that was until this time. She was two hours late and Tarron was getting upset, irritated, and mildly concerned.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on May 26, 2013 21:13:53 GMT -5
Kicking her foot against a stone that lay close to her toe, Evelyn let out a small frustrated sigh as she glanced up to a nearby window, half covered by a tarp that blocked most of the sunlight from getting through into the room. A few small tears allowed a small trickle of light in that faded into the room across from her.
The job had sounded so simple, yet things had gone so wrong. She had been keeping touch with Tarron as he had requested, and no sooner did she meet up with her supposed contact, the entire operation went south. The entire planned meeting had been some setup all along, and while they did not get their intended target, they got the next best thing. Needless to say despite her best efforts in hand to hand combat, fists alone could not compare to bullets.
She didnt quite know where they had taken her, but for the past few hours she had found herself sitting in a dirty room, the windows covered in a half-assed attempt for their new guest. And since having been set in this room, she had been left alone for the most part. Shifting her leg again, she glanced down at the chains wrapped around her legs to keep her from moving around too much, arms chained up behind her to keep her from attempting to escape. Fortunately the chains weren't as well done, as there was some business that had to be attended to. Managing to slip one of her hands out, she dug into her pocket, a small wave of relief moving across her as she found her phone, which had not been found fortunately.
She scrolled through the options hastily until she came to her contacts list, with only one contact listed. Hitting dial, she brought her phone to her ears, waiting for Tarron to pick up.
"...Tarron...it's me... Evelyn." the vampire started, her voice hushed as she glanced up at the heavy door on the other side of the room, listening for the sound of foot steps. "There was a snag in the plan. I think it was a set up..."
Standing next to the phone the male's hand shot out instantly as it rang, jerking it up out of the cradle and pressing it to his ear. "Tarron Incanus..." He answered then paused as Evelyn's voice came across the line.
"...Tarron...it's me... Evelyn... There was a snag in the plan. I think it was a set up..."
Tarron's should lifted pinning the telephone against his ear as his fingers began flying across the keyboard of the computer upon his desk, back hunched. "Tell me Evelyn..what happened and where are you." His fingers flew as fast as he could manage, while listening. He didn't need to take notes on what she was saying. With the ability to instantly recall any memory perfectly the male didn't need notes. Instead he was setting up a seat upon a flight, following Evelyn's own but splurging the money this time for no pit stops and no lay overs, so he would be there with in a few hours. Time was of the essence here, and he knew that.
Having booked the flight his hands began jerking draws open upon his desk. He moved the black leather surgical kit on to the center of the desk. He withdrew three surgical scalpels from a draw, slipping them in to the case. A pair of surgery scissors slipped in next, however he didn't need to add any syringes or needles for there where two clean syringes and six needles. All this was packed with in the surgical kit along with the two vials of tetrodotoxin. Closing the case up he slowly opened a small wooden box with in the main desk draw revealing a small Cobra double barrel derringer in black. He picked the small hold out weapon up and sighed. Nestled in the box where eight thirty eight special bullets. Guns...such nasty things. Loud, noisy, messy, and completely impersonal. However, in this case to go with out one was surely suicide.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on May 26, 2013 23:01:43 GMT -5
Shifting uncomfortably in her cell, the quiet rattle of chains could be heard through the phone, despite the somewhat poor reception that the signal provided. "I can't say for sure that I know where I am... some sort of basement or cellar... They had me blindfolded after they caught me, and the vehicle stopped about half an hour away from the meeting point. I met with your supposed contact, but shortly after I was flanked by four men with weapons... all rifles."
Frowning, she continued: "I'm not sure what they're going to do with me, if they want some kind of rans-"
Her voice was cut off at the loud bang of the door being tossed open, a rather burly man with short black hair striding across the room quickly, ripping the phone from her hands before tossing it against the wall. The sound of struggle could be heard coming from the other end, his hand shooting out to Evelyn's neck, before roughly slamming her into the ground on her stomach, in some brute show of punishment.
"You have to hurry!" was the last thing that came through the phone, before the line went dead.
As the line went dead Tarron slammed the phone down and put the pistol back in the box. Picking it up he latched it close and grabbed his surgical kit. He wouldn't be allowed to carry either on the plane but the baggage people would let him put them below in the cargo area where customers couldn't go anyways. Running outside the male got in to his car and speed off to the airport. Speeding the whole way he was thankful that no cop pulled him over, and be made it in good time. He checked his box and pack in to be placed upon the plane and impatiently went through the two security checkpoints.
Finally he came to the terminal and had to wait impatiently once more as the plane had just arrived and others where disembarking. Once they finally all left he was the first in liner, sliding on to the airplane and sitting near the back (a personal pet peeve of his). He drummed his fingers upon the armrest trying to drive the plane to go faster despite the obvious futility of that action.
Korina was sitting behind her desk smiling. Standing before her was her newest creation. It gleaming silver, crafted with a special purpose in her mind. With the help of her military contact, Eduardo she had manage to design and build this magnificent machine. It was a power suit, meant to protect her, and allow her to walk once again. Although her legs still couldn't work, once she donned this suit crafted mainly of Kevlar (the same material found in popular body armor) and covered with thin sheets of titanium, the powered servo-motors with in the legs would react properly and allow the young female to once more walk. She had intentions of using this for more then simple walking however, and Eduardo had already gotten her a 'job' over in Russia despite his trepidation.
Apparently a dummy Russian science lab was kidnapping, blackmailing and scamming people out of millions of dollars. Disturbing rumors of things like torture, murder, and sexual servitude had been coming from the lab for years but the Russians had refused time and again to look in to the matter and all investigations always came back in the clear. Korina was going to investigate it herself now, in this new suit. "Raphael, pack her up and get her to the plane please."
"Yes Korina. Please be careful." Came the cool, Hispanic male voice.
"Always dear. Keep the home safe please." Korina turned her wheelchair and slipped in to the newly installed elevator and went up to the garage. Wheeling herself up to the specially modified car she stopped the chair on the platform and carefully lifted herself over on to the drivers seat. The wheelchair broke down automatically and the platform slide beneath the car storing it in the backseat that had been removed to keep the folded wheelchair. Using the hand controls Korina drove the several minutes to the airport, dreading the annoying flight attendants who would dote upon her because of her 'handicap'.
Several boring, long tedious hours later through which she had to go through multitudes of security checkpoints and searches she was seated upon the plane on the back row, her wheelchair once again folded compactly and slid behind her seat and between the wall. Watching out the window she smiled as she watched all the cargo being loaded, a very large metal box being loaded up the conveyer belt. Inside was her suit and weapon, and after one stop in another America state they would be off to Russia.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on May 27, 2013 0:59:44 GMT -5
The night that followed seemed to take forever to pass, especially for someone who was not offered a chance to rest, as she was visited every now and again by different guards on different shifts. Sometimes nothing was done, apart from some sort of look that Evelyn had only ever seen on Tarron's face when they slept together. And sometimes they came in to take a sample of hair or blood. Even the nocturnal Evelyn found herself growing tired and restless as her body craved for blood. For all she knew they saw her as nothing more than a human, so there was no simple matter of requesting that they give her blood to drink, unless they realize otherwise.
As morning (or what she could only figure to be morning based on the small trickle of light entering into her room) arrived, Evelyn found herself slumped against the wall of the room, raising her head only to listen to the indistinguishable sound of chatter coming from the other side of the door. She didn't know what they were discussing, though she could have sworn that the words 'abhuman' were muttered.
And so when the conversation ended, the door swung open again, and three men entered. One was the burly black-haired man from the previous night, the other two were familiar faces that had been coming in and out of her cell to take various samples. The smallest of the trio wore a white lab coat, hands protected by gloves as he knelt down before the captured vampire, prying her mouth open against her will. Sure enough, he spotted the elongated canines, which were all the more prominent as the girl had not fed for awhile.
"Well the lab tests confirmed it." the small man noted, pulling his fingers from her mouth and standing up, removing the gloves and shoving them into his pockets. "At least we got something from the botched plan. Come along now, we need to prepare the specimen for the second generation subjects." he noted, disregarding the look of dismay and distress on the young girl's face, the three men leaving the room almost promptly, the heavy thud of the door almost seeming to seal the girl's fate.
Tarron drummed his fingers upon the armrest more, getting anxious to take off. He glance over at the handicapped woman who sat across the aisle from him and rolled his eyes. Handicap people...they should all be put down. They dragged down society and true people like himself and bother hard working individuals had to pay for their 'special' needs. Sneering he turned away and settled back in to his seat. Closing his eyes be determined to sleep the flight away so when he arrived he was well rested and prepared to decide upon his next course of action.
Grabbing the arm of a passing flight attendant he demands a pillow from the female who nodded curtly and returned with in a few minutes with the standard tiny pillow for an airplane. He thanked her and took the pillow and leaned it against the wall and laid his head upon the temporary soft object and with a last dirty glance at the crippled girl across from him closed his eyes to sleep.
Korina had been hoping to have a nice flight, possibly chatting with the person sitting closest to her and possibly make another friend. She certainly needed plenty of those. However she knew quickly enough that friendship was of the question with the male sitting across from her as he sneered at her then pointedly turned away and asked a flight attendant for a pillow. Korina sighed and looked away and out the window at the black tarmac. She never would get use to those looks from people who thought her a cripple an unable to do anything or herself. Sometimes it was looks of pity, other times these looks of disgust. She rested her elbow upon the armrest and propped her chin upon it waiting to take off.
Several minutes later, and a hard blow of her nose while pinching it to restore the equilibrium inside her ears , Korina pulled out her laptop from her backpack she had and set it up in her lap. She glanced over at the male, still sound asleep and shook her head. She had problems sleeping when not in a bed and so despite the very long flight she knew she was going to be awake through the majority if not all of it. Smiling she waved down one of the flight attendants and asked the girl if she could have a bottle of water. She waited patiently and several minutes later the lady brought it out to her and handed it to her. Korina thanked her and opened the water sipping upon it as she pulled her backpack in to her lap and withdrew her laptop. She set it upon the seat next to her waiting for the time the seatbelt sign went off and she could use it. When she finally could she opened the machine and smiled. Words scrolled across the screen. The words would normally be spoken aloud but Korina had muted her system so as not to disturb others. It was Raphael, greeting her. The artificial intelligence was learning at a exponential rate, and was speaking much more human like then some robotic machine. Smiling she tapped in a return greeting and asked to see the house to make sure everything was alright. She cycled through the cameras, making sure everything was in order around the house. Even if somebody tried to break in and do anything she had plenty of security systems. Her mechanical swarm of bees would attack anybody, and Eddie her robotic defense platform would take care of almost anything else. She was just being paranoid.
After seeing everything was alright she was just about to ask Raphael the status on her latest project when a kind male voice spoke softly beside her. Jumping almost out of her skin Korina looked up to see the pilot of the plane standing beside her. Regaining her composure she smiled at him and answered his question telling him yes she was doing alright and no she didn't need anything else. In a clear show of flirting the man began to talk to her and she smiled as responded kindly but didn't return his flirtations. She wasn't sure yet if she could trust males, and besides she kinda sorta had Kyrian. Several minutes passed and he invited her up to the pilots cabin. Intrigued, Korina agreed and the strong male picked her up like a child and carried her to the front past everybody and set her in a seat behind the pilots. The rest of the flight passed in a blur as he showed her how all the controls worked and everything. Korina had a passing thought of her friend who she had gotten to go hang gliding and wondered what she would think of all this. Eventually the pilot carried her back to her seat and Korina quickly asked Raphael the status on her ext project. A forty five percent flashed upon the screen and she quickly powered it down and stored the computer in preparation of landing. Her mind remained up on the pilots cabin as she thought about it. Perhaps she could learn how to fly. It wasn't as good as feeling the wind on ones skin but the very thought was exhilarating none the less.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on May 29, 2013 15:52:34 GMT -5
It had been quite awhile since the imprisoned vampyre had fed, and despite her body screaming into her ears for a chance to feed upon her captors, the constant reminder of Tarron's teachings against draining another human would continue to prod into the back of her mind, and discourage her from such thoughts. However it didn't seem as if her captors were all that worried about looking after such needs for the foreseeable future.
She knew that within her belongings (which had been confiscated upon her capture), she had a few bags of blood that had been given to her to feed upon during her trip. They were all sealed within a container designed to keep the contents cold, but it would only work for so long. With time passing so slowly there was no way for the girl to tell how much longer the blood would be good for.
As the trickle of light that illuminated her room began to fade with the setting sun, a thump could be heard on the other side of the door, causing the girl to suddenly perk up. One of her captors stepped inside, only briefly before tossing a body across the room and into her lap, slamming the door shut behind him. What fell in her lap was the near-lifeless body of a human male, likely in his late twenties. His chest was moving erratically, lacerations marking his skin as he bled out onto the chained vampyre. The smell of blood alone made her entire body tingle, her skin, which was now a much more noticeable pale with her lack of feeding, began to itch at the potential prospect of feeding upon the life saving fluid that remained in the dying man.
Yet, as much as she needed to sink her fangs in, she could not help but feel that such a task was not right. She had always been told that feeding off of another living being was not right, that it was a barbaric and disgusting act. But yet she knew that she couldn't go for another few days without the crimson life force.
Somehow her morals won, and glancing down at the dying man with what could be considered her first-ever act of compassion, the vampyre slowly gripped the man's neck, putting him out of his misery as a sharp 'snap' echoed from his body, which fell limp as his breathing stopped.
Tarron disembarked the plan once they landed, ignoring the crippled girl. He got off the plane and waited patiently for his baggage. Once he finally got them he carried them outside to a taxi. Slipping in to the taxi he barked at the driver. "I need to get to the research station at the edge of the town. I also need to be there as quickly as possible, and need to be dropped off block away so I am not seen."
Tarron slipped a hundred dollar bill through the glass to the male and sat back. He opened his box and withdrew his small pistol. He slipped it in to his left pocket and then picked out the right extra bulletin and dropped them in to his coat pocket on the right side. Next he unfastened his belt an slipped one side off, and threaded it through his surgical kit. Now he could easily access all his surgical instruments and the pistol just in case he needed it.
Once the taxi stopped he got out of the taxi. Closing the door he looked up the street and pounded on the roof of the taxi to let him know he could leave. He stood, ankle deep in the snow and contemplating what he should do next. He couldn't just stroll in and ask for her. He need a plan. Blast! Here he was, in the snow his nice shoes getting wet and his feet growing cold and he couldn't even walk in to the building with out giving himself away.
Post by Evelyn Incanus on Aug 6, 2013 10:02:43 GMT -5
For awhile she sat at the edge of her cell, looking down at the corpse that lay by her feet, wondering if her captors were ever going to come back in and take him away. Not that she wasn't familiar with the presence of corpses, but the smell of blood that lingered from his wounds were driving her hungry. Not to mention that she had yet to feed.
Perhaps they were expecting her to feed off his corpse?
She couldn't possibly... could she? She knew that Tarron was coming in for her. Any moment he could burst through the door and spring her from this miserable excuse of a prison. But unless she fed sometime soon, she might not last to see him do so. She couldn't tell how long she had been in this place, to know how long she had left before she starved.
She glanced over at the body by her feet once more, bringing a shackled hand over toward the closest wound, and wiping some of the blood away with a finger. She sniffed at the crimson, and against her will, placed the appendage into her mouth. The sweet sticky liquid enticed her tongue, tempting her senses, screaming at her for more.
Perhaps she could be forgiven for what it was she was going to do, as she had ended the man's misery after all. Not to mention that there was no way to turn the dead. And so she slowly dragged his body over, she proceeded to drain him dry, to rejuvenate her very being with the nectar of life.
Whether they had been planning on her bleeding him dry or not, the door swung open as one of her captors stepped in, ripping the lifeless corpse from her hands. The two exchanged glances of hatred, before the man dragged the body out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.
Tarron decided the most appropriate approach would actually be the most direct. These people had Evelyn, and they knew he would come looking. They wouldn't be expecting him to waltz right in. They also had no idea who he was. He made up his mind and walked right up to the front door. He grasped the chilly metal handle and pulled it open and stepped inside. He grabbed his tattered jacket and jerked on the edges shaking the snow off.
"Woo! It sure is cold out there gentlemen!" He looked at the two guards standing there who where looking back at himself as if he was mentally deranged. He decided to go for it. "Good afternoon! I'm Wilson, Wilson Stratter. I was told to come in for an application and interview process! I'm an amazing, up and coming new doctor you see! One who isn't worried about those pesky morale things."
He walked up to the counter as leaned against it smiling. "I know everything about poisons, toxins, and...." He froze as the biggest of the two large Russians drew a gun and pointed it in his face. "Now...wait a minute boys! I'm only here to talk....how about you just take me in aNd we see what your boss has to say, huh?"
