☬ Lazrus ☬ (OPEN and ACCEPTING)
☬ Lazrus ☬ Everyone wants something. How you obtain it and what the price is, is something entirely different. For those who do not fit into the norm of the natural world, there is another way of coming across what they desire. A network of connections that on the surface operate as normal clubs or business'. Under the surface however, a much more sinister world lies. To those of supernatural origin, it is known as Lazrus. In ancient times, such a term ment a haven, a place of refuge and peace, where those of supernatural blood could live in harmony away from the persecution of the humans who lived around them. |
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The arrow set poised on the tense string of the bow. The male who stood behind the weapon stood still as stone. It was aimed at the door, across the room, which was closed for the moment. Blue eyes focused on it, taking in every detail of the dark wood. He focused especially on the knob, which at any moment could be on the verge of being turned. If they chose to use it. They, being the guards who had managed to recognize Alecross from the latest post put out about him by that bastard of a demon lord. |
The images were still fresh, vivid in the woman's mind; the task from a few nights before. The Ruelle House wanted her to hunt down some rogue Sylph that had jilted someone within the family, or something like that. Ulrica wasn't sure, but the details of why she had to hunt the Sylph matter less than the task itself; she wasn't there to question orders, but to fill them.
A bright red light flashed from the neck of the furred, four-legged beast that seemed to effortlessly slip through the shadows of Northern New York unnoticed. Though light would glisten against her red fur every so often, those that prowled the streets at night did not seem to notice her, they never seemed to notice. The Sylph would be at Star Lake; it had seemed to enjoy that place and had taken up residence there. After leaving the city, Ulrica would have quite the trek before her to get to the lake. The trip itself would be easy, not much chose to venture into the woods so late at night for even though humans didn't notice the supernatural world anymore, it didn't stop the stories from keeping them indoors once the sun went down. The excitement would take place at the lake itself. The area was densely wooded, though with heightened sight and sense, the werewolf and little issue navigating. As trees gave way to the shore, there stood a man with beautiful pale skin and unnatural blue hair that fell to his shoulders. There were others nearby though, she could feel them there. The man didn't seem to tense, though Ulrica knew that he was well aware of her presences, the Sylph were not easy to trick. As she stepped forward, her wolf shape elongated before she stood behind the man on two legs, running a hand through her brown hair, pulling the loose strands from the shaved side. "I was not aware that we were expecting a pet," the man said, his voice soothing and almost like a song dancing on a spring breeze. He slowly turned around to look at the stranger, a daring look in his purple orbs, he eyes locking on the black collar around her neck. Ulrica rolled her eyes and said, "And I didn't expect having to pay a Sylph a visit over something so petty. A mirror, really?" The man turned to face her head on before shrugging. "It was a token of appreciation, how would I know that the receiver would be so offended?" The woman shook her head, "Vampires, don't even get me started. Ungrateful creatures." The man looked confused, eyes narrowing before he said, "Are you not here to kill me?" Raising a brow, Ulrica crossed her arms under her chest before saying, "Well yeah, I was sent to kill you but it seems stupid to kill you over the fact that vampire couldn't use the thing." The Sylph was quiet, staring at the woman in disbelief. "You really don't think I choose to wear this thing, do you?" The man was silent for a moment more before shaking his head. "I do not understand why one would become a willing pet for a Lazrus, especially one that must know didn't come alone." Ah, yes, that topic. "I'm a werewolf, I am well aware that we are not alone." "Vampires. You choose to go against them?" Ulrica let out a sarcastic bark of a laugh before saying, "What werewolf do you know, would willing work for or even with a vampire?" The man took a few steps closer, his eyes falling over her body. Though she wore a pair a jeans, holes at the knees, and a stained white t-shirt, she knew that what he was seeing with was more than the eyes of a human. "Why defy them when they have done so much harm? Why for a Sylph?" Rolling her eyes, Ulrica shook her head once again before saying, "Because I think this demand is stupid?" Adding a shrug she said, "And because I'm tired of people thinking that I'm a willing pet to these guys." Though it wasn't audible, the male's shoulders lowered with a silent sigh. "We both know, whether it is you or not, I will not be leaving here alive." Nodding, the brunette said, "And like myself, I know you did not come alone and what's going to happen next will hopefully get some talk among the Sylph so I don't have to worry about you guys attacking me every time I get let out." It was then that a shot rang out, a bright flash coming from the woods. Ulrica's body jerked forward, a crimson blossom forming at her side. Stabling herself, wild eyes locked on the Sylph, whom had a curtain of color surrounding him at this point, defending himself as long as he could. Lips curled back, Ulrica growled as her teeth began to sharpen, her body stretching and popping as she grew taller and taller. What was once a four-legged creature the size of an extra-large dog was now a canine that walked on two feet and stood nearly seven feet high. The Sylph had watched the woman's grotesque transformation before his orbs fearfully shot towards the woods where a handful of armed vampires were coming. "See, knew we couldn't trust her on this one," one jeered to the others. A guttural howl erupted from the beast's throat before she lunged herself at the men, her massive forearms pulling herself across the ground with ease. The air around her exploded in color as the Sylph's light curtain shot towards the vampires; it would kill them, but it would at least distract them as the werewolf threw herself at them. Her muzzle was quickly buried into the neck of the one she landed on and unless he lost his head or fully bled out, would live. One near him was quick to shove a small dagger in his side; the weapons were all clearly silver and stung, they wouldn't heal quickly and would more than likely scar without proper treatment, treatment that she never got. With another howl, the werewolf whipped its head to look at the attacking vampire before swiping a massive paw at the creature, effortlessly knocking him away. She was just about to lunge at another when an all too familiar currently coursed through her body, dropping the creature to her knees. "Really, why must we play these games with you every time, Ula?" As her head hit the smooth river stone, her silver orbs watched the Sylph at the water's edge fall, blood pooling at his chest. The vision was soon blocked as a cleanly dressed figure knelt before her. "You know fighting us is futile." Then everything went black. There was a dripping sound, water splashing down in uneven patterns just outside her cell window. Ulrica growled in annoyance, her arm twitching against her will causing her arm to fall from its spot on her hand which caused her wrist to fall flesh down to the silver cuff that had been attached to her. Letting out a hissing growl, the woman quickly shoved her hand back under her arm, her eyes wide and alert as they looked at the shackle. The vampires had been very displeased with her behavior the last order. That wasn't any surprise though, they knew that Ulrica thought the order was stupid and that was partly why they sent the others in the first place. Blinking a few times, her eyes focused on the rosy flesh under the shackle, it really looked like she had been burned. Though, to her, silver would burn her. The sudden searing from her wrist distracted her from the pain in her sides and around her neck. Getting the shock never felt good, especially not when she knew she saved a life by getting it. The shot and stab wounds, like always, hadn't been treated. The bullet was removed, Ulrica could easily tell that much. Not only was the burning from it being lodged in her side not there, but the vampires seemed to like to reclaim and reuse what silver bullets they could. If those bullets were in their "pet"? It made it all the easier. Ulrica kept her gaze on the cuff; she had been pleased with the fact she had managed to keep her wrist from touching any of the sides. If the vampires knew she figured this out, she wasn't sure if they cared enough to fit her with a smaller cuff, though hurting her wrist too much would make her lose use of it; she wasn't sure how important that was to them though. She recalled when she had first gotten the cuff put on years ago, after disobeying the first solo order she had received. She had attempted to break the thing off her, only to receive a lovely set of burns on her wrist and opposing hand. Ever since then, she had tried to figure out what disobedience would earn her the blasted thing and would often tempt fate as to if they would put it on her or not. She wasn't fully sure as to if this time was worth it or not, the Sylph didn't live. Though, the fact that it was on her must have meant she killed at least one of the vampires, if not managed to take out two of them; even if it were just one, it was worth it. A small smiled played the woman's features as she thought of that while mentally blocking out the dripping noise from outside. |
Vladamir sat in the dark of the library. Despite it being daylight out, he kept the thick black curtains closed for now. Within the room, he sat in a black chair, near the lit fireplace. The flames the only source of light, sent shadows dancing along the walls. Some of the light caught in his eyes, made them glow within the darkness. Many said his eyes were his best and worst quality. He had golden eyes, that seemed to glow at times with the changes of the light around him. Many of the vampire kind held redish eyes, or darker ones. But his, his had always been so...piercing. Some used to tease him when he was younger, comment that his eyes were more like that of a wolf's than a vampires. |
Ulrica's eyes were glued to the bracelet around her wrist and the balancing act she had going on to keep from touching the metal when a somewhat familiar scent wafted through the air, breaking the usually musty and stale air she breathed in. Lifting her head from resting on her arm, the woman's grey eyes widened before locking on her cell door. It took all that she had to not yank back, but the reminder of the pain that would follow if she did kept her still.
If he was coming down, she must have taken out two vamps on her last mission. This brought a bitter sweet feeling to the wolf as while she was pleased that she managed that much before being knocked out, she knew the Master of the House would not be pleased with her and would deal with her punishment accordingly. It was knowing he was coming and what would happen that partly made the brunette regret what she did, but at the same time not. It was as the scent grew closer that Ulrica remembered, the old Master was dead; she had not yet met the new one that she could recall. Her once wide eyes narrowed as she heard the lock on her cell click open. A low growl trickled from the woman's throat as the door swung open, the sound halted abruptly as her eyes widened at the site of the man. She jumped, moving back towards the far wall slightly, though the action was enough to lose her balance of her wrist and it fell to the silver band. Her eyes locked on the bracelet, hissing at it before readjusting herself to keep her wrist raised slightly as she now half sat up. Eyes jumping to the man in the door way again, his features began to settle in more; this wasn't the old Master, but the resemblance was strong, the scent was so similar; it was his own flesh and blood. Her eyes narrowed on the man, those golden orbs a distinct difference from the man that used to pay her visits. "I must have only managed to take out one if you're unarmed," she barked at the male, noting that he didn't seem to have anything in his hands. Ulrica wasn't foolish enough to believe that just because he appeared unarmed that it made him harmless, or that he would be that way for long, but she didn't know this man, of course she would push the limits first. If it weren't for the bracelet around her wrist, she probably would have lunged at the male, but she wasn't dumb enough to fight against the toxic metal she danced with. |
Just as he had thought, the female before him spoke up. Her words reaching his ears, she spoke of taking out someone. That was right, she had attacked the men from last night. He had noticed the way she reacted to him when he had entered. Moving back, before giving him that defiant look. His eyes remained on her, though he did not speak right away. He was well aware that the reason she was probably keeping back was his appearance, as well as the silver upon her. He had been told in ways he ressembled his father, while others said he looked like his mother. Either way, it was safe to say that she knew who he was. That was fine with him, it would save the pointless need to explain such things to her. Not that he really cared to be here in the first place. |
Even though she had spoken to him, nothing all that obedient at that, Ulrica was actually surprised to see that the man didn't seem to react at all, he just watched her. Through the smell of death that radiated from the male, she could smell that familiar scent that was close to his father; if it weren't for the fact that vampires smelled like death first and something else later, one could have said the smell was pleasant. The old master always had an old money smell; he wore cologne (though that just made things worse for the wolf), but beneath it was the smell of old woods and varnish with a floral hint; this man wasn't too far off, though he seemed to forgo the cologne, or at least as much.
His lack of response was rather surprising; with what she had done, her talking back would have lead to a quick response from the other. As his gaze remained locked steady on her, the woman made sure to keep her own glare locked on him; her grey eyes darkening to almost the blackness of the ring that surrounded the much brighter color. It was definitely a glare of defiance, even in the werewolf world maintaining eye contact was viewed as a sort of defiance or challenge; he was new though and if he proved to give away any hint that he was weak, the wolf planned to be all over that in a flash. Eventually the man sighed, lifting a hand; an action that caused the woman to unwillingly flinch. Though he wasn't near her, the action could have been far from harmless when the man's father was the one that would pay her visits. Her eye contact broke when she jumped, her gaze falling to the cold floor beneath her; not that she could really tell as her body temperature was much warmer than most other beings. Nothing ever came from his hand lifting, no pain at least and it was at that point he spoke; his voice seeming dark, almost velvety though perhaps the most startling part was that it was calm and that calm almost seemed to give hint to a kindness that could possibly lay beneath his skin. Ulrica wasn't a fool though, at least not entirely; the words betrayed whatever kindness could have tried to taunt the wolf woman. After all, vampires were hunters, hunters that were designed to lure in human prey and make them feel pleasure, rather than fear. They were a horribly deceitful race full of lies, smoke and mirrors. After he spoke, the woman's eyes locked on him again, though is attention was no longer focused on the staring contest that had moments before. Baring her teeth, she growled, "And your the next corpse taking the leash I see." Again, it was like she was ignored; almost as though she hadn't said anything to begin with, with the way this man behaved. It annoyed her; his predecessor seemed much more quick to react to things she said or did, granted, it was also part of the reason she guarded her tongue and behaviors more often than not. It felt as though the room dropped a few degrees when the man spoke again; the warning and threat in his words seemed to stop the woman's breath as his golden orbs slowly made their way up to her grey ones. Both were predatory creatures, but there was something about this man and the way those words came out that made him feel like the hunter, a far more dangerous one than his father had been. Her mouth hung slight ajar, her body still as her orbs remained locked on his; it was as though her very nerve endings were trying to cause her to disappear, to not be noticed by this man. It was then that she realized why. The fear that had cause her to freeze up soon gave way to a burning sensation quite literally in her head. Her eyes widened as her teeth clenched, but the pain didn't lessen, rather it seemed to burn even more intensely as she tried to will it away. It wasn't a burn from fire or another heat source, but something far more dangerous to the wolf: silver. Her skull seemed to burning with a white, hot flame that felt like it could easily split it apart if it really wanted to. The woman's eyes furrowed as her hands went to her head, extended nails poking the flesh beneath her hair as though it would help to let the pain out. As her shackled hand rose, the silver bracelet fell down her arm till it stopped part way up her forearm; the trail to where it stopped leaving vibrant, pink irritated skin as though it were burned. Where the cuff rest, the skin was growing more and more red with every passing moment and it almost seemed to smoke as it quite literally burned her skin. Falling from her half seated position, the werewolf curled around herself, tears falling from clenched eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she breathed out, the words nearly lost as a scream ripped from the woman's throat as her back legs pawing uselessly at the ground as though they were trying to push her further from the man, but not really doing anything. "I'm sorry," she whispered over and over again as the pain seemed to start numbing her senses. Silver was a known material to be the quickest way to harm a wolf and over the many years of vampires using it on her, Ulrica had grown very sensitive to the metal. Not to mention, once they figured out they could get silver powder and use that, things got a lot worse. If they were in a foul mood, which seemed to be quite frequent, they would hide it in her food or water. Much like the powder, especially being in something she ingested, this burning feeling seemed just as bad, if not worse for she couldn't reach it to try and make it stop. |
She spoke again, it was clear that that defiance was still within her. However, it was not long before she was pulling away from him. The pain beginning to set in. She clenched her head, pulling back from him before curling up. He heard the sounds coming from her, the words, the scream. But even with that, he felt little for the wolf before him. Perhaps it was the coldness that ran within his blood. |
As the pain started to leave, Ulrica stared numbly at the floor, her nails retracting as her mind barely noticed the man was talking until he was before her. The band around her arm was still burning away at her flesh, something that didn't set in until the other placed a foot on it. His weight didn't do anything to the band itself; it was made to hold a werewolf after all, but it was like simply seeing what he was doing was enough to get that pain to flood back and when he stepped harder, though it didn't bend, the pain still seemed to worsen.
Her free hand was quickly wrapped around the forearm of her other arm, pulling on it to try and pulling the band from where it had stopped on her arm. She could hear his words; his words and his behaviors, all were meant to put her down, put her in a place where he and the rest of his kind wanted her. It was obvious that vampires and werewolves never got along and this just seemed to prove it to her; Ulrica hadn't grown old enough before the attack to assume that it was the hatred of the houses that made up what was supposed to govern and protect all of supernatural kind. With a grimmace, the woman managed to pull her arm free, a more slender part of her arm at the band leaving a red and angry mark glaring back at her. This sort of wound would easily become infected for humans; fortunately, werewolves were already considered diseased by many and didn't seem to have issue with infection in most cases. The silver, however, being the culprit to the wound would cause it to heal painfully slow and it would hurt to get dirty and bump something like any othe wound. As her arm freed itself from the burning metal, the man knelt down, his cold hand gripping her face pulling her attention from her angry burn to look up at his glaring gold eyes. Her eyes were still glazed over from the tears of his last attack; her dirty face tear striken in clean lines down her cheeks exposing a light tan, one that hinted at a richer color that could be born should the woman ever be permitted in the sunlight. The cold that seemed through those warm colored eyes and the venom and dripped from his words told the woman that while his father may have feigned care to lure the woman in, this one would not. At that point, Ulrica wasn't sure which was the better torture; to live thinking that the one that controlled you may have actually cared, but didn't or to know that the one in control would end you without a second thought. She said nothing as she maintained eye contact with him; something about those orbs making it difficult to look away. The man seemed done talking as he released her and started walking back towards the door, leaving the woman to lower her head to the stone ground, her gaze blankly falling to the seemingly rusted cuff around her wrist. Slowly, as she heard the man stop again, she brought her free hand back to prop her arm up. Her eyes rolled back up towards him as he started speaking again. Was the rebellion dumb? Was this all she would ever amount to? Her mind flicked to fading memories of her father; a strong, powerful wolf that defended what he believed in until it literally killed him. Ulrica was all too easily able to recall her father's death; it was something she knew would never leave her. Would her father want this? Of course not, why would he have fought so hard for her to end up there? No, she knew he wouldn't, but what choice did she have at this point? Between the silver cuff, silver cell and the collar around her neck, it wasn't like she exactly had many opportunities to retaliate or get away. It pained her to think of what her father would think about her being in that situation and her eyes fell back to the ground. She was a sad excuse for a wolf, so she told herself; letting herself be commanded by blood suckers and not fighting back to the point that they just killed her. The boy said his father was lenient; such a thought made Ulrica fear just what about the other had been lenient. The man had been horrible and brutal, not to mention had no issue in letting others handle her punishment. Eyes falling back to the dirty ground, she tried to force thoughts of her father and the dark future before her out of her mind. After all, what was the point? |
The female looked pathetic. She made no move to resist him, or to speak in responce to his words. Once he had harmed her, it was like she shut down, letting go. What had happened to that rebellion and mouth of hers? It seemed the little beast was more or less simply talk. That only made his opinion of her lower more. He hated the fakeness, the lies and facade. He had dealt with it enough with his step mother what felt like long ago. The witch got what she deserved in the end. He watched her for a moment, before turning back to the door. Just for such a thing, he was tempted to make her scream once more. |
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