Post by Zeke on Apr 24, 2009 23:53:38 GMT -6
The evening air was crisp.
Moving through the brush Zeke took a moment to adjust his leather coat around himself before moving stealthily onwards. Hinesville, Georgia, it was a Podunk a little town and area of the country as one could possibly find. Lots of open land, lots of rural communities and little else with the notable exception of nearby military installation Fort Stewart, the sparse populace and spread out nature of the areas typical of US military installations made travel a tad easier if you were the type who could move with supernatural speed. Even still, avoiding some of the routine military patrols required some doing however this was the most direct way from Florida to Atlanta, and once there Zeke would more than happily indulge in the many vices offered by the city, some human some not so much.
Even in the cold dead of night in rural Hinesville Zeke still felt himself flying high, he felt energized and alive if such a thing could be said of the creature he’d become. Even prior to the events which turned him into a vampire Zeke Black had been a bonafide junkie always looking for the next high and now fortune put a new drug in his hands. The thrill and power that came with being the hunter, the predator in the woods but he took special delight in tormenting his prey. Truthfully this had been his best one yet, he’d actually put enough time and energy into this last hunt to ensure that torment, anguish, sorrow and pain all long outlived the victim of the hunt. It was the tastiest morsel he’d ever treated his senses to but out of that pain Zeke had no doubt was born an avenger. Fortunately he was merely human, unable to stand against him so for now Zeke counted him as something to consider a background threat.
Moving through the wheat fields Zeke smiled as he allowed his mind to wander from this place.
And remember...
The first time Zeke had laid eyes on Natalia Adams he knew he wanted her, it had been a posted slapped on the wall of some random street corner advertising her “stunningly beautiful” dance routine held at the local Ballet. The gentleness of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, Zeke had been instantly intoxicated and almost salivating as it was. London had proven to be an interesting change of scenery from Los Angeles to be sure, but there had been little challenge in that city from when he had been turned and realized he had to hunt to survive. It had been sad really, his dark features and bad boy image along with all the clubs and nightlife in Los Angeles, it had been like shooting fish in a barrel. The rush of power and satisfaction that came with feeding soon became an old trick for Zeke, outdated as the junkie in his addict personality looked always for the next great high.
Coming to London had afforded a bit of challenge and fun but this, the minute Zeke saw her in that poster he knew she was it. But it would have to be different, it couldn’t just be contact, take to a park, drain and drop no... now this one would be a project. He would take great delight in playing psychological war games and break her in her very being before he killed her. So pure, so beautiful, so innocent, it was a picturesque look for an Angel of God a masterpiece of the human form both in body and in life. Zeke would change that, it was after all his goal.
So he went to the Ballet. Getting in was easy enough, even prior to his death although he was a drug addict he was extremely charismatic and iron willed. In fact when he’d been left to die with the venom of the undead screaming through his veins it had been his will alone that had enabled his survival. And that had manifested into an ability which as far as he’d been able to tell was exclusive to him, and that was the ability to push his will onto other. It was a kind of persuasion but taken to an extreme and supernatural level wherein his words could indeed shape a person’s very perception of reality. When asked for his ticket Zeke simply handed the usher nothing with a smile and told him there was his ticket. And like a fool the usher ticked off nothing and wished him a good evening, and Zeke did indeed plan to have an absolutely wonderful night.
The performance of Natalia Adams was breath taking. She moved with a grace and fluidity that defied most forms of perception and logic, and she did it on pure innate human talent. Watching in silence with the rest of the audience Zeke had been moved in how her moods came through her motion in time to the flurry of flourishes and gentle rhythms. To take such a composed yet cascading vessel of emotion and break her would be no easy feat, there was discipline in her movements. She had will much like he did but hers would soon be tested against his and Zeke knew that strong as she was she would crack too many factors were on his side. He had complete control and the situation and as the performance came to an end Zeke allowed her to have her moment of adulation as he rose with the rest of the audience in thundering applause.
She faced the audience, her expression soft, her eyes elated but her actions tightly controlled as she gave a professional curtsy as the curtain fell. Zeke knew behind the crimson cloak of the curtain she allowed herself her giddy smile and moment of emotional unrestraint as undoubtedly her friends and most likely family joined her in congratulations.
Ah how bright she must have thought the future at that moment. Not a could in the sky, not a worry on the horizon.
The poor lass, she had no idea then of the horrors that were in store for her.
In Hinesville Zeke continued to move swiftly through the territory, fond memories of his hunt and the great success it had achieved dancing in his dark mind as Magic City loomed closer and closer.
He had very little clue or perception that he was being watched...and followed.
Moving through the brush Zeke took a moment to adjust his leather coat around himself before moving stealthily onwards. Hinesville, Georgia, it was a Podunk a little town and area of the country as one could possibly find. Lots of open land, lots of rural communities and little else with the notable exception of nearby military installation Fort Stewart, the sparse populace and spread out nature of the areas typical of US military installations made travel a tad easier if you were the type who could move with supernatural speed. Even still, avoiding some of the routine military patrols required some doing however this was the most direct way from Florida to Atlanta, and once there Zeke would more than happily indulge in the many vices offered by the city, some human some not so much.
Even in the cold dead of night in rural Hinesville Zeke still felt himself flying high, he felt energized and alive if such a thing could be said of the creature he’d become. Even prior to the events which turned him into a vampire Zeke Black had been a bonafide junkie always looking for the next high and now fortune put a new drug in his hands. The thrill and power that came with being the hunter, the predator in the woods but he took special delight in tormenting his prey. Truthfully this had been his best one yet, he’d actually put enough time and energy into this last hunt to ensure that torment, anguish, sorrow and pain all long outlived the victim of the hunt. It was the tastiest morsel he’d ever treated his senses to but out of that pain Zeke had no doubt was born an avenger. Fortunately he was merely human, unable to stand against him so for now Zeke counted him as something to consider a background threat.
Moving through the wheat fields Zeke smiled as he allowed his mind to wander from this place.
And remember...
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The first time Zeke had laid eyes on Natalia Adams he knew he wanted her, it had been a posted slapped on the wall of some random street corner advertising her “stunningly beautiful” dance routine held at the local Ballet. The gentleness of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, Zeke had been instantly intoxicated and almost salivating as it was. London had proven to be an interesting change of scenery from Los Angeles to be sure, but there had been little challenge in that city from when he had been turned and realized he had to hunt to survive. It had been sad really, his dark features and bad boy image along with all the clubs and nightlife in Los Angeles, it had been like shooting fish in a barrel. The rush of power and satisfaction that came with feeding soon became an old trick for Zeke, outdated as the junkie in his addict personality looked always for the next great high.
Coming to London had afforded a bit of challenge and fun but this, the minute Zeke saw her in that poster he knew she was it. But it would have to be different, it couldn’t just be contact, take to a park, drain and drop no... now this one would be a project. He would take great delight in playing psychological war games and break her in her very being before he killed her. So pure, so beautiful, so innocent, it was a picturesque look for an Angel of God a masterpiece of the human form both in body and in life. Zeke would change that, it was after all his goal.
So he went to the Ballet. Getting in was easy enough, even prior to his death although he was a drug addict he was extremely charismatic and iron willed. In fact when he’d been left to die with the venom of the undead screaming through his veins it had been his will alone that had enabled his survival. And that had manifested into an ability which as far as he’d been able to tell was exclusive to him, and that was the ability to push his will onto other. It was a kind of persuasion but taken to an extreme and supernatural level wherein his words could indeed shape a person’s very perception of reality. When asked for his ticket Zeke simply handed the usher nothing with a smile and told him there was his ticket. And like a fool the usher ticked off nothing and wished him a good evening, and Zeke did indeed plan to have an absolutely wonderful night.
The performance of Natalia Adams was breath taking. She moved with a grace and fluidity that defied most forms of perception and logic, and she did it on pure innate human talent. Watching in silence with the rest of the audience Zeke had been moved in how her moods came through her motion in time to the flurry of flourishes and gentle rhythms. To take such a composed yet cascading vessel of emotion and break her would be no easy feat, there was discipline in her movements. She had will much like he did but hers would soon be tested against his and Zeke knew that strong as she was she would crack too many factors were on his side. He had complete control and the situation and as the performance came to an end Zeke allowed her to have her moment of adulation as he rose with the rest of the audience in thundering applause.
She faced the audience, her expression soft, her eyes elated but her actions tightly controlled as she gave a professional curtsy as the curtain fell. Zeke knew behind the crimson cloak of the curtain she allowed herself her giddy smile and moment of emotional unrestraint as undoubtedly her friends and most likely family joined her in congratulations.
Ah how bright she must have thought the future at that moment. Not a could in the sky, not a worry on the horizon.
The poor lass, she had no idea then of the horrors that were in store for her.
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In Hinesville Zeke continued to move swiftly through the territory, fond memories of his hunt and the great success it had achieved dancing in his dark mind as Magic City loomed closer and closer.
He had very little clue or perception that he was being watched...and followed.