Professor Carmilla Crowe
A Very Pissed Necromancer
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(7/30/02 10:09 am)
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"Don't let me get me.... I’m my own worst ene-my.... its bad when you annoy yo-ourself.... so irritating...don't wanna be my friend no more.... I wanna be...some-body...else..." A slinky yet highly detestable voice flitted through the damp air of the dungeons, singing softly the words of a Muggle - words only 'normal' humans should here, words that were accompanied by the soft clicking of boot heels, as well as the light scraping of fingernails against rock. Aseri slinked down the hall that lead to Carmilla's cell, her steps light yet executed with some sort of seductive grace, her jade eyes wandering around the area, her hips swaying side to side with each step, thin fingers coming up the play with the torch fires idly as she passed.
"...I wanna be some-body else...." A simple yet evil grin spread across her tanned face as she reached Carmilla's door, her eyes falling upon one of the aged and converted Wizards that held her enemy captive. "Could I..." Aseri flashed the Liche a pouty smile, pressing her dark brown halter-top covered chest against the cold hard stone, giving the Liche a view he didn't really care to see. "It'll only take a sec." She mewed further not caring about his lack of attentiveness towards her. Her finger came down to stroke the nape of her neck, her nail flicking the small jade pendent that rested in the center of her bosom, a jade pendant that kept her in the form she took the most liking to, that abled her to do what she was doing now. The undead creatures hand simply moved, his red speckled eyes never looking to her as the door opened loudly.
Carmilla Crowe's head shot up, her fingers uncoiling themselves from around her arms, her legs unbending and straightening, rather painfully as she stood from the curled position she had been acquiring lately. "Thank you..." Aseri's slinky voice filled the air and the Necromancer's dead pan face turned deadly, black eyes flashing dangerously, finally showing a sign of life as her reason for being here entered. "I wanna be some-body else..." Aseri sung mockingly at the battered, raggedly dressed woman in front of her, jade eyes and soft pink lips laughing at Carmilla Crowe, bare arms crossing over a taut stomach that was covered by nothing. "Ooh, Carmilla...." The woman continued to glare, for once in quite a while not backing down, not allowing her anger to falter or turn to fear, for once in a long time becoming who she used to be. "Don't you wish you were someone else right now? Aseri sighed, green eyes meeting the Necromancer's black despite the wicked glare, her legs and feet starting a slow drawling pace around her, arms still firmly folded across her stomach. "This is what you get for always being better...for always looking down.... now you know how it feels to be down there, feeding wretched snakes like those men out there what they want so you can survive...only to know you will still fall in the end..."
Aseri's once sadistically happy features went completely brutal, white teeth were bared and crystal jade eyes hardened as she stared at the back of Carmilla's dirty red-haired head, the young headmistress refused to look at Aseri, her still enraged face staring directly forward her tiny hands clenched into almost painful fists, her arms shaking with anger, a numb aching running through them. Almond shaped eyes looked down and the small cynical grin Aseri had only moments before returned. "Are you angry Carmilla?" A sudden scream left the artificial woman’s lips, a scream that was filled with a burning hatred - a scream that didn't seem to affect the guard at the door but only Carmilla Crowe.
She was nearly face down into the floor, her hands supporting her weight, freshly scabbed knees being ripped at again as they slid around on the unrefined rock floor. Aseri's leather booted foot had connected with the side of Carmilla's clammy cheek, knocking her to the side, an elbow following up into the woman’s back, knocking her body into the current position. The Necromancer stayed there, her facial expression still holding the look of disgust and anger, blood now lining the sides of her mouth after the second blow, slight coughs leaving her throat every now and then, her body's attempt to clear it. "Ashamed yet, Carmilla?" Aseri knelt down next to the woman, chestnut brown hair sweeping Carmilla's shoulder and arm, making her skin crawl.
A muffled scream left Aseri's mouth this time, but not because she attacked, but because she received. Carmilla retaliated at the snake woman’s last words, her elbow meeting the front of Aseri's mouth with a sickening thud, knocking her back, a bare foot came up with blinding speed catching a chestnut cheek as it snapped to the left Aseri's neck and head following obediently. Carmilla glared spatting blood at her enemy’s foot before darting forward, nothing short of a war cry pulling from her throat as she relentlessly attacked the human imposter that mocked her. A knee into the rib cage, her own forehead ramming into Aseri's, both hands clenched coming up and slamming into an already glowing cheek, Carmilla was unstoppable at this point, her body's inflicted weaknesses being the only reason she stopped when she did, when her target was a battered curled up, bloodied ball on the floor. Carmilla's blood stained hand came down, a deadly glint in her eyes, one that hadn't been there for ages, one she only got when she was allowed to kill. Aseri's figure twitched as she felt Carmilla's cold wet touch.
"It maybe true that I feed off of others to survive, but no matter what, I will always be your predator..." English words slipped slowly yet raggedly from Carmilla's mouth - it was a language known to her but one she hadn’t used for so long, a language she was...afraid to use around her current captors. Her fingers found the jade pendant strapped around her neck, her savage look not faltering as she pulled it off, snapping the rawhide around the woman's neck, watching the once seductive form change into the hideous beast it really was. Thin fingers curled around the jade teardrop, compressing and gripping at the precious stone, black eyes still on the scaly figure of Aseri, a small smile crossing dry cracked lips as dust was felt in the palm of her hand.
"You...will die....Carm...Carmilla Cr-rowe..." Aseri attempted speech as her bleeding, swollen lips continued to catch in her now jagged fang teeth. "You first...." Carmilla stood, dust that used to be the magical masking jade pendent fell from Carmilla’s grasp, her face going colder than ever her foot coming up and then down quickly, stopping centimeters away from Aseri's nose, the force behind it able to crush the creatures skull, a force that was stopped by something far greater in power.
The Liches had entered, two, side by side, both with long boned hands extended, stopping with their own magicks, Carmilla's actions. "Tel er hsinif reh...." Carmilla did not back down this time, her obsidian gaze meeting the ones she feared for song long, her body being involuntarily turned to face them. "On...ew deen uoy rof reh'tona k'sat...." Carmilla roared, feeling from somewhere energy surge through her worn body, feeling the magic they bound her with break, feeling for once a heavy weight being lifted off her soul. She bounded forward just as her bare feet touched the floor, lunging at the Liches without though, pulling an arm back, her fist coming down and connecting with what was left of its jaw, knocking the first back, her foot coming up as far as it could go, heel dropping down, ready to smash in a fragile skull, only feeling a familiar force stop her attack, the other creature gained its composure and waved his hand forcefully, a wave of blue smacking into her, knocking her whole being back, but not to the floor. Carmilla was stretched and suspended in the air, feeling the force she just broke return to her, if possible, heavier than before, weighing down her will.
"H'siloof D'lihc” Harsh words left dead lips as red sunken in orbs peered at Carmilla. "Eraperp eht t'sat t'set” The necromancer growled slightly, unable to do much of anything else, her anger only being fed by a soft hissing chuckle somewhere behind her.
((Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *will never drink hard alcohol while listening to staind EVER again* ))
"I've lost enough children in my lifetime, I'll not lose you, not today and not to them."
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