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Post by Dracula on Jul 23, 2007 8:45:19 GMT -5
((Seeing as how I haven't seen OoF yet, I have no clue of Oldman dies, so I am winging this))
*Dracula entered that cursed girls old room in search of some clue of were she was. Not that he personally wanted to see her again, but he needed to question her about things. Like how Francis had come back from the dead - Dracula was curtain that Marijke had played some part in that miracle - and how he was going to get his spirit out of the Ghost Riders body. When he came to the desk, which was nearly empty apart from a strange square like thing that seemed like a black mirror, he leaned on some strange keys and jumped back when the black mirror lighted up and started to play some kind of ... well something. There were people in the mirror and suddenly Dracula saw himself, though he looked shabbier then he did now.*
"What the..."
*Dracula gasped as he saw himself die in the mirror and a realization hit him in the head like an Anvil of Truth. The mirror was a looking glass, a device used to see the future. And there he saw himself, dying at the hands of a woman. Her face was burned into his memory as he left the room. He had to find this woman. And then ... *
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Post by Dracula on Sept 9, 2007 14:52:14 GMT -5
*NEW DAY, NEW PLOT. YOU KNOW THE DRILL*
*Dracula stood in front of the window and stared at the closed curtains. It was still day, so he could not go out himself but had to rely on his servants, even though they failed them already.
And then finally one of his servants entered, with a struggling Marijke in his hands.*
"Get your hands of my you Hwoon dahn!"
*Marijke yelled, before turning completely silent when she spotted him. Dracula turned to Marijke, his eyes a flame with anger. The servant left the room and locked the door behind him. Dracula was at Marijke's side in a second and struck her hard across the face, causing her to fall on her old bed.*
"Duh liou mahng, what the fuck! What's your problem!" *She yelled at him. Dracula didn't move a muscle and simply glared down at her.*
"Where is she."
"I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't quit hear you since some moron just whacked my across the face."
*Dracula stepped closer to the bed and Marijke shot back.*
"Where's my wife."
"I don't know, how should I know? I'm just a normal kid."
"No, you're not normal. You somehow managed to bring Francis back from the dead. You know things about me that you shouldn't. You are some kind of witch. So now I am asking you, where is my wife."
*Marijke gulped and looked around the room franticly.*
"Look D, I don't know, I swear. I could help Francis and I know stuff a bout you because I play you guys. I don't play Elisabeta and Sylvia."
*Dracula didn't understand what Marijke was saying about the 'playing' part, but he didn't need to know. He only needed to know where his wife was and if she was alive.*
"Who does."
*Marijke shivered.*
"Oh no, I ain't telling you, mood you're in you might kill her or do worse. I know what ya did to Emily, I know what you do to Irene. No way in hell I am sending you her way."
*Dracula stepped closer to the bed, causing Marijke to dash away towards the door.*
"You're brave to stand up against me, when I am in this 'mood' as you said."
*Marijke almost smiled smugly
"You can't kill me, I play you, if you kill me, you die too."
*Dracula lunged forward and pressed Marijke against the door, choking her with one hand as he twisted the other in her hair.*
"Who said anything about killing you? What's the fun in that."
*Marijke whimpered and started to cry.*
"Who knows where Elisabeta is?"
*Marijke shook her head for as far as she could. Dracula growled and dug his teeth into her bare neck.*
"NOOO!! AAAAH!!! PLEASE STOP!!!"
*Dracula drew his head back and looked at her, his face an emotionless mask. Marijke hung against the wall, her face pale and her eyes full of tears.*
"Promise you won't hurt her."
*Dracula bashed her head against the door, making her cry out in pain.*
"Who!"
"You won't hurt her!"
*He repeated the bashing, not stopping even though Marijke was screaming in pain and blood was dripping on his hands.*
"Who."
"Brandi!!! Shire! Baggings! Le Rouge et L'Epine!!!
*Dracula let go of Marijke and let her drop to floor in a miserably heap of blood and clothing. The sun would not stop him, it might weaken him, but his anger kept him strong! He crossed the room and leaped out of the window.*
*Marijke groaned and looked at window.*
"What have I done?"
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