Professor Carmilla Crowe
A Very Pissed Necromancer
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(7/17/02 2:10 am)
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A Necromancers Christamas
Carmilla shivered in darkness, her breaths leaving her nose slowly, a clouded mist leaving her slightly parted lips each time her chest heaved - she was cold, freezing almost, clutching against herself, tiny fingers clinging to the edges the tiny materials she was allowed to wear in her capture.
The minutes went by in a crawl for the young necromancer, the only noises around hear being her soft sobs, the constant dripping of mildewed water against stone, and the soft cracking of the torches outside of her cell. Carmilla bowed her head and pulled her bare legs closer to herself, curling them under her torso, feeling the skin on her legs break as they got caught on jagged stones beaneath her. She didn't care, she was tired and hungry and just wanted all this to end. She didn't want to exist, her whole life has been nothing but darkness, she needed release.
Black lifeless eyes closed and the woman bowed her head, allowing matted indian red hair to cascade down her face and shoulders, feeling little warmth from their cover, her hands coming up and curling around her arms
I miss you, sister. I love you. Merry Christmas - You will be found my daughter - We miss you headmistress, please be safe. Professor Crowe, I know it was my fault for your disappearance...I'm sorry... - Professor, please be alright. Mommy.... Carmilla's head shot up, her mouth gaping, tears streaming from the darkest pupils, her shivering ceasing for this small moment. She heard them, she heard her family.
"Amaya? Tomal...?" She questioned her thoughts, and sniffed softly, sitting up a small smile pulling at the corners of her dried lips. "They're close..." Her face hardened and she glared at her cell. "They're closer than they think..." The woman curled back around herself and bowed her head, her mind focusing on something, her lips moving quickly.
"Sister, Grandfather..." Carmilla sent a mental message out, her heart backing its strength, she needed them badly. 'Please....listen...' She adjusted her legs under her, thin arms crossing her over her chest, fingers clutching bare shoulders tightly. 'Please, do not look far for me, I am close...so very close...' Carmilla's cell door swung open and she stood with a start, knees and shins bleeding slightly from the abuse of her floor, she stepped back, hard eyes glaring into the red dots that belonged to the liches that encased her here. "I won'k ew era esolc ot meht, y'rev esolc..." The Liche did not respond, at least not with words, his bone-made hand rose and a finger creaked to a point, Carmilla hurried back, her stern glare dropping, her voice turning to a plead. 'Esaelp, on, ton th'ginot...." A pulse of white energy left the pointed finger and slammed into Carmilla's barely clothed chest, and she fell to the hard stone floor, one thought on her mind as she slipped back into the so familiar unconcious world.
'Not on christmas..."
"I've lost enough children in my lifetime, I'll not lose you, not today and not to them."
- Tomal Saichairi: The Immortal One - |
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