Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Numerous pairs of red eyes lit up behind the dark tinted glass windows of the higher floors of the manor. Her blood's scent drew forth these bizarre haunting pairs of red that looked like almost countless beads at this distance. Make no mistake, they could certainly see her from here with the glorious moon's presence being cast down upon her blanket and her exposed and bleeding appendage. Slowly, pair by pair, the watching eyes blinked away until the manor returned to 'normal'. Were these eyes the trick of some spell? Did this seemingly evil place truly house countless monsters as those numbers suggested? In any case, it certainly wasn't a calming notion for any human. Even the strong men who brought her here were reduced to mere cowards before these marble steps and the tall black doors. There was something unforgettable that lingered in the air around this place. Though the winds weren't calm themselves and the night's temperature wasn't too forgiving, a scent could surely be discovered by human noses. Just before any normal person could place that scent, her blood would overpower it and smother it out of the realm of recognition. A tangy iron sensation was all that was left. In direct response to this, the black doors shot open as a singular arm extended from the darkness within. At this angle, it was clear that these doors were metal and a foot thick each. Humans weren't going to be popping these doors open so freely, especially with one easy push just as this figure did. Stepping forward, a very tall male outline could be made out. His silky white shirt and black pants were marks of royal dressing given their countless ribbony details and golden markings. What stood out was how lithe his shape was despite how many inches north of six foot he clearly had to have been. His black boots carried him into the moonlight to unveil his own long hair that flowed effortlessly with the wind marked with such a black color that it would appear as though light itself couldn't leave an impression. Pale skin like the raw form of a ghost's hide wouldn't even attempt to eschew his fit chest, collar bones, and regal facial features. Though he clearly didn't lack hair, he didn't have a beard or mustache or even the tell tale signs of having shaved it. The last remaining feature would be the pair of hypnotic red eyes that scanned her bleeding arm as though he could gaze holes straight through it. Aside from this, his eyes being wide open, he was rather expressionless. Almost bored. As though he's seen everything countless times. A gift? A trap? The words escaped his lips slowly as he sounded each vowel carefully in his dark rolling voice that, while calm and inviting, silenced all else. Even the wind came to a pause. Little miss? He beckoned for her with the same voice, taking a slow and single step forward before seemingly vanishing. He'd then appear again, beside her and on his knees as he leaned forward to assess her status. His long, long and thin fingers unraveled her blankets as he gazed over her. Far from home? He'd ponder, taking in her details with his large, gruesomely menacing eyes that conflicted greatly with his slow and gentle touch. It'd be a joke to call him human, even after subtracting his glowing eyes, ungodly voice, and insane speed. He'd touch her blood with his right index finger, bringing the tip of said finger to his long purple tongue. A sensation like electricity pulsed through the air as the winds returned at greater speeds and the ambient sounds of night critters came in greater number. This all seemed to be in direct response to his eyebrows raising and a smile drawing across his face. Oh. That's somewhat interesting. He'd whisper down to her. Do you wish to live, little one? He spoke to the woman, almost unbiased by the fact that she was far from a child as he referred to her with seemingly unwitting names. Give me a sign. Fight for it. Otherwise your journey comes to an end. His voice came to her in countless deep layers, like a symphony. Simultaneously invigorating, stimulating, refreshing. And yet, far from overwhelming. Like the slightest taste of good chocolate that brings saliva to a human's mouth and creates a demand for more. Death is... Boring.