Post by Seppuku on Jan 24, 2010 1:01:00 GMT -5
Warning: The following posts will include references to the Third Reich and the atrocities associated with that particular era. If you dislike any of that mentioned, please avert your attention elsewhere.
Chapter One - The Big Bad Wolf
”Major Adrien Heissmeyer of ze SS; you have been found guilty of treason and hereby sentenced to death.”
Before the firing squad, stood a man of average height, clad in that handsome uniform of his; and giving his pale skin an almost ghostly aura, was the moonlight shinning down upon him; God’s mocking touch, no doubt. He stood quietly while a thick piece of material went over his eyes and came to a firm knot behind his head. No, this isn’t right; where is the fire, the makeshift weapon jutting out from his gut, the whore basking in bittersweet victory at his feet?
He then heard the cocking of their guns.
Wait.
What treason?
“Any last words, Herr Major?”
The man gave a subtle movement of his head.
“Regrets, I see… We all have those, don’t we?”
He jerked awake; the sound of gunfire ringing in his sensitive ears, his breath—though unneeded—seemed to catch in his throat as if frightened, and his pale blue eyes were wet with unshed tears. His fingers absently clawed at the unfortunate countertop beneath him. It would appear that he’d fallen asleep within his laboratory, yet again; this was becoming a regular occurrence. “Oh, you’re awake…” came the thrilled voice of his ever-faithful ghoul; “I was beginning to wonder.” The vampire sat up slowly and attempted to massage away the annoying ache growing at his temple. Skinner shifted awkwardly on his feet, finding the uneasy silence thick in the air. But he eventually got the hint and turned to leave, but as he reached the entrance, he glanced over his shoulder: “There’s a letter for you, by the way; I slid it under your bedroom door.”
Who could possibly be sending me letters?
Out of habit, he plucked a cigarette from his flask.
I haven’t received a letter in such a long time…
He lit the cancerous stick between his parched lips and stood from the counter, giving his hair a quick run through. All was quiet now, and the laboratory was so cold. Sepp followed after his servant, down the hall—his pace quickening—until he reached his bedroom door. Heavy as it was, the vampire opened it with ease and knelt down to retrieve the small parchment Skinner had indeed left. His lips twitched slightly as a familiar scent tickled his nostrils upon unfolding the paper; the comforting scent of aftershave—such a scent brought back memories, of the simple things in life; of his mortal life…
“My dear friend,
It’s been such a long time…
Meet me at the Gray House.
You do know where that is, don’t you?
Just follow your dog… He knows.
I will see you soon, Adrien.”
He glanced up to see his wife still peacefully asleep; oh how he misses her so…
Sepp approached the bedside and gently, adoringly brushed her soft cheek with the back of his hand. He then leaned forward and inhaled her scent, and absorbed her unique features; a chaste kiss to her pouty lips and another along her jaw. It was a nightly ritual, for him. Some may even find it weird, but he doesn’t care for their opinions.
~
Upon arriving at the crypt’s entrance, he caught sight of Blitzkrieg clawing at the stone, leaving slight indentations along the door’s edge. The large black dog glanced to his master and gave a faint whine before resuming his assault. ”Just follow your dog… He knows.” Sepp moved in, reaching for the grooves, and pulled the heavy stone slab aside. Blitzkrieg raced out into the chilly air and straight into the Black Forest, becoming a dark ghost amongst the dense fog. The vampire was so very curious and thus followed the beast deeper into the woods, towards the destination given in the letter.
To be continued…
Chapter One - The Big Bad Wolf
”Major Adrien Heissmeyer of ze SS; you have been found guilty of treason and hereby sentenced to death.”
Before the firing squad, stood a man of average height, clad in that handsome uniform of his; and giving his pale skin an almost ghostly aura, was the moonlight shinning down upon him; God’s mocking touch, no doubt. He stood quietly while a thick piece of material went over his eyes and came to a firm knot behind his head. No, this isn’t right; where is the fire, the makeshift weapon jutting out from his gut, the whore basking in bittersweet victory at his feet?
He then heard the cocking of their guns.
Wait.
What treason?
“Any last words, Herr Major?”
The man gave a subtle movement of his head.
“Regrets, I see… We all have those, don’t we?”
He jerked awake; the sound of gunfire ringing in his sensitive ears, his breath—though unneeded—seemed to catch in his throat as if frightened, and his pale blue eyes were wet with unshed tears. His fingers absently clawed at the unfortunate countertop beneath him. It would appear that he’d fallen asleep within his laboratory, yet again; this was becoming a regular occurrence. “Oh, you’re awake…” came the thrilled voice of his ever-faithful ghoul; “I was beginning to wonder.” The vampire sat up slowly and attempted to massage away the annoying ache growing at his temple. Skinner shifted awkwardly on his feet, finding the uneasy silence thick in the air. But he eventually got the hint and turned to leave, but as he reached the entrance, he glanced over his shoulder: “There’s a letter for you, by the way; I slid it under your bedroom door.”
Who could possibly be sending me letters?
Out of habit, he plucked a cigarette from his flask.
I haven’t received a letter in such a long time…
He lit the cancerous stick between his parched lips and stood from the counter, giving his hair a quick run through. All was quiet now, and the laboratory was so cold. Sepp followed after his servant, down the hall—his pace quickening—until he reached his bedroom door. Heavy as it was, the vampire opened it with ease and knelt down to retrieve the small parchment Skinner had indeed left. His lips twitched slightly as a familiar scent tickled his nostrils upon unfolding the paper; the comforting scent of aftershave—such a scent brought back memories, of the simple things in life; of his mortal life…
“My dear friend,
It’s been such a long time…
Meet me at the Gray House.
You do know where that is, don’t you?
Just follow your dog… He knows.
I will see you soon, Adrien.”
He glanced up to see his wife still peacefully asleep; oh how he misses her so…
Sepp approached the bedside and gently, adoringly brushed her soft cheek with the back of his hand. He then leaned forward and inhaled her scent, and absorbed her unique features; a chaste kiss to her pouty lips and another along her jaw. It was a nightly ritual, for him. Some may even find it weird, but he doesn’t care for their opinions.
~
Upon arriving at the crypt’s entrance, he caught sight of Blitzkrieg clawing at the stone, leaving slight indentations along the door’s edge. The large black dog glanced to his master and gave a faint whine before resuming his assault. ”Just follow your dog… He knows.” Sepp moved in, reaching for the grooves, and pulled the heavy stone slab aside. Blitzkrieg raced out into the chilly air and straight into the Black Forest, becoming a dark ghost amongst the dense fog. The vampire was so very curious and thus followed the beast deeper into the woods, towards the destination given in the letter.
To be continued…
