Professor Carmilla Crowe
A Very Pissed Necromancer
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(6/19/02 1:51 am)
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Circumstances being what they are....
Cold...its so cold, someone help me....please
The voice that could've been mistaken for a childs spoke, but not out loud and not in a plane any human could understand. Carmilla's mind continued playing the same song over and over like a broken record player. She was tired, defeated, freezing in the tiny shreds of clothing they allowed her to wear and she wanted to go home, away from this torturous environment.
The headmistress' abused body floated...yes floated through damp, dripping, vermin infested hallways of the unknown realm she was trapped in, her scarred body - that was still dripping blood in some places - suspended limply in mid-air, just a few feet away from the cobblestoned floor, her tiny toes just touching the ground, thin caramel toned arms and fingers dangling lifelessly.
Carmilla's head lolled, her neck not being supported by the invisible force that held the rest of her body, waved indian-red tresses of hair sweeping the ground under her, mind, and body ignorant to their current surroundings. Her thin body stopped moving suddenly, a large wooden door that was blocking its path fading and disappearing from the plane revealing a simple bathroom, ceramic tiled, dimly lit by wall torches and medium sized, a large tub full of steaming water ready - and seemingly waiting - at the far end of the room.
Carmilla's body started moving again, the unknown force pushing it forward, lifting it higher - slightly - just above the tub positioning the young woman over it like some sort of sacrifice.
Splash
A scream ripped from the one unconcious womans throat, and she nearly lept out of the too hot waters her body was just dropped in. Carmilla awoke from her forced slumber, nearly bare body feeling every bit of the searing hot water it was settled in, her mouth gaping, her throat locking - stopping the shrill scream that escaped, stopping the scream the echoed off the dead walls, knowing it wasn't doing any good. Tears swelled in the corner of her dark eyes and she stared hopelessly at the ceiling, her thin mouth gaping, slashed arms coming to curl around herself, a sheer look of pain and hurt settling on her face. "Y'hw...y'hw em...." She cried out, words choked by pain. "Y'hw ton shinif em won..." She bobbed up and down in the water, steam rising up and around her body, wafting towards the unseen figure in the door.
Twin red dots floated in the bathroom archway, they stared lifelessly upon the woman that begged for an ending, stared at the woman that would help push their race into a high power. "Ti L'liw ton d'ne, reve." The words left the mouth of the dead, a dead so old you could hear the dust leaving the cracked old bones of the jaw, so old you heard the still festering skin that was cursed to its body rip and groan even with that slightest movement.
Black moved to the red, for once in a long time - returning a lifeless stare, mouth saying nothing as it slipped under reddening water, barely clothed body used to the temperature, being submerged, head following, ebony eyes closing, Carmilla's entire being slipping from anyones plain view for - even if just a for a few moments - some peace.
((*cackles to self and runs around screaming cos she can*))
"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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