HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 201
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen May 7, 2024 19:46:11 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Apr 15, 2024 20:07:09 GMT
Vampire blood had been coursing through his veins for so long that he’d forgotten what it felt like not to be a vampire. He wasn’t sure what he was anymore though. A soul? A human? A ghost? He’d been landed in some bizarre ghost town though. No sign of life anywhere. This wasn’t what he imagined death was like. He’d spent centuries making light hearted jokes with Magnus that if he were to die he would be transported straight to hell. Even with that in mind Magnus still drove a weapon through Hector’s heart. He didn’t manage to take a proper look at it before it pierced his heart, but he assumed it was something wooden otherwise he would have woken up by now. The only conclusion he could draw from any of this was that he was dead, but lingering in some purgatory, which didn’t really make sense. His actions over the past few months were enough to secure him a seat in hell. It was ironic that Magnus was the one to kill Hector. For centuries they’d protected one another. There were times they’d killed for one another. But in the end it was his best friend who’d taken his life away. There was no sense of anger towards Magnus from Hector though, only sadness, knowing Magnus would be struggling with the consequences of his actions. It was necessary though. Hector knew the only way to stop him was to kill him. The virus had embedded itself so deeply into Hector’s mind that it was impossible to reason with him. The only thought running through his mind was to kill everyone. However, Hector wasn’t convinced he would have done the same. It took an extreme level of courage to do something like that. He would struggle to put an end to the person who’d been a constant in his life since 1354. But it was done now. Hector was walking the streets of this abandoned town, not enjoying the fact he was no longer a vampire. Everything was slower and quieter. Even just kicking a door down left him feeling out of breath. So bloody weak. The food tasted different and the alcohol got him drunk after a few glasses. All of these he’d forgotten. They were just distant memories in his mind from his human days. There was some sense of nostalgia though as he finished off a glass of red wine, remembering how his mum would sometimes make wine. The store bought wine that of course tasted better than his mum’s. The stuff she served them tasted of gone off vinegar, but back then it tasted like heaven. It was a shame that whenever he would end up going he’d never be reunited with his parents again. He was convinced they found peace a long time ago. During their final days they were probably hoping to be reunited with their son, believing he was dead, not several hundred miles away in London. The shower in the house was terrible compared to his shower at home. The water pressure was non-existent and he didn’t even feel clean afterwards. Having a bath was an option but the tub was too small for him to fit into. He quickly dried himself off, throwing the towel back on the radiator. Usually his maid would come around every morning and replace his towels, but here he had to remember to put them in the wash. With the sound of the shower running and the music playing downstairs he didn’t hear the front door opening or the footsteps coming up the stairs. So when he threw the bathroom door open, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw Linc standing at the top of the stairs. “Bloody hell!” One hand quickly grabbed his manhood as the other reached back into the bathroom for the towel on the radiator nearby. “What’re you doing here? I thought I was dead? Are you dead?” Finally he could feel the fabric behind him. He ripped the towel off the radiator, carefully placing it around his waist. He puffed out harshly, trying to bring his adrenaline down. LINCOLN CROWNE
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LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 86
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 27, 2024 15:36:19 GMT
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Apr 26, 2024 19:45:55 GMT
”Dad … please don’t …”
The last words he’d spoken had been a soft plea, but they echoed around his head like he’d screamed them as Magnus had angled that dagger towards him. Don’tdon’tdon’tdon’t … dad.
Magnus. Cassie.
Heart racing in his chest, Linc jerked awake. He clutched at his chest and then scrabbled at the ground, trying to get himself up and away from the feeling of the blade plunging into him. Ruby red smears of Hector’s blood still on the gleaming metal, catching the light in the basement a split second before Magnus had struck. Linc panted out a breath, tearing at his hoodie as he stepped back, trying to get it open, to see if the wound was healing. Blood still painted his shirt around a ragged tear in it, but the skin beneath was smooth , unmarked.
Linc let out a breath that was probably closer to a sob. Was it his blood or had it been Cassie’s? The days of confinement – for his own good – after Hector had come within a twitch of killing him – had turned into weeks. Trapped down in the basement, practically clawing at the walls to get out as his mind had slowly rotted from what he’d caught off of Hector. Magnus hadn’t been anything like Wesley, even when he’d thrown every venomous word he could at him, but he’d still been the one barring the door, measuring out his rations of blood, stopping Cassie from actually being with him. He’d hated it, but look what he’d done the second she’d appeared at the door.
Swallowing hard, Linc expected to taste her blood, but there was just the faint sour taste of his own fear. He hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t fed from her at least before she’d thrown him. He’d been down at the bottom of the stairs when Magnus had come down after him. It was for his own good, he was going…
Magnus’ words were as clear as his own, but made less sense. He was home. And now he was … dead?
One look around him made it obvious that he wasn’t in Mystic Falls anymore. This wasn’t the basement of Magnus’ neat home, the street he was standing on wasn’t any that he recognised and he’d wandered through most of Mystic Falls by now. It didn’t feel like London either and he’d always figured he was destined for Hell and an eternity trapped in the nightmare of how life had been there before Magnus had saved him. The town around him was quiet and deathly still, like the entire place had been stripped of life. Cars sat outside the houses, but there was no movement behind the windows, nobody out watering their yards or walking their dogs. He strained to hear the distant sound of traffic until his ears rang with the effort.
Panic started to surge through him again. His heart fluttering in his chest in a way that felt unfamiliar now. Had Magnus managed to hit his heart with that dagger? Was this his body still trying to heal the damage that had been done? Linc curled a hand over his ribs like he could hold it in as he took off down the unfamiliar streets. By the time he heard the music drifting from a house on the next block it felt like it could tear its way right out of his chest. Linc broke into a jog, trying for something faster and failing miserably. What the hell had that blade done to him?
He bounced up onto the porch, craning to try and get a glimpse through the open windows. Music poured out of them, but all he managed to see beyond was slices of empty rooms. A sharp knock on the door got no answer, the quiet ding of a doorbell inside swallowed up by the music. It could all have been a mirage, but it was the closest thing he’d gotten to signs of life since he’d got here. He couldn’t walk away now.
Slowly Linc turned the handle and the front door sprung open. He paused on the doorstep, one hand still hovering in front of the threshold. Back in Mystic Falls he would’ve been kept out without an invite. Was it the same here? Extending a hand slowly, Linc expected to feel that invisible barrier keeping him out, but his hand went right through. Still cautious, he stepped inside, leaving the door open behind him in case he had to run. ”Hello? Is anyone here? Hello?” A quick look around the downstairs proved there was no one there to hear him, but as he reached the bottom of the stairs he caught the faint hiss of water running upstairs.
Linc walked up them slowly, half expecting some sort of trap. Magnus and Cassie had been going to help Hector. If he hadn’t fucked up, they’d have done the same for him when he pushed them to. That had to mean this place was safe. Magnus wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him … or Hector.
”Thank fuck,” he puffed, bending over to brace his hands on his knees like he was winded before he realised that Hector wasn’t dressed in one of his snazzy suits. ”Fuck me!” Groaning like he’d been stabbed again, Linc spun around, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes like he was erase the image of Hector standing there starkers. ”If Magnus used that dagger on you too, maybe,” Linc puffed. ”I thought I was when I woke up here, but dad wouldn’t have killed us. Not unless he had some way to get us back. What happened? They went off to get you and the next thing…” Cassie had been there at the top of the stairs, beaming at him until he’d tried to bite her. Fuck, she was never going to forgive him this time – not that he deserved it.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 201
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen May 7, 2024 19:46:11 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on May 7, 2024 19:41:39 GMT
It was uncommon for Hector to feel any level of guilt about killing humans, but his attitude had changed over the past few decades. Killing humans for no reason was pointless. It didn’t bring him joy so what was the point? But since being infected he’d been mindlessly tearing through humans and there was a shred of guilt inside of him for that. He knew better to lean into that feeling too much. At the start he was riddled with guilt whenever he accidentally killed a human, but Nicholas was there to remind him he was going to make mistakes. Mistakes meant lessons were being learnt. This time his mistake was getting a little too close to an infected vampire. It took him a few minutes but he traced it back to the source. It must have been the out of control vampire in the bar who was desperately trying to fight everyone in there. There was a darkness in his eyes when he looked up at Hector. It was pretty obvious there was something off about the man, but Hector didn’t cast it much thought before ripping the man’s heart out. How was he to know there was a bloody mind eating virus in his bar? It was like the plague all over again, except they were the victims this time. They were one step away from painting a red cross above the bar. Roaming the streets of London you would see the cross painted above every other door. The streets literally reeked of the smell of death. It lingered thick in there, clinging to Hector’s clothes. Nicholas and him truly thought it was the end of days. Their days in London were limited with the food supply decreasing rapidly every single day. Unlikely Magnus Hector wasn’t prepared to sink his teeth into those riddled with the plague. The town reminded him of some of the places he passed through on his journey towards Mystic Falls. If there was a bank located in the town square of these towns he didn’t stay for too long. After robbing the bank he would jump in his car and hit the gas. It was exciting to think a police car could be further back on the highway looking for his car. His life had become so serious since then. What happened? Maybe if he wasn’t too busy messing around with the temperature of the shower he might have heard Linc’s voice coming from downstairs. Perhaps he could replace the whole thing at some point. A bit of DIY to distract himself. Plumbing wasn’t his strong suit though, but he had all the time in the world to figure it out. That’s if he didn’t die of a heart attack first. “Sorry. I couldn’t hear you… I can’t bloody hear anything in fact.” He clung onto the towel, making sure it was secure. “If you’re here I’m assuming we’re not dead.” But like Linc said. Magnus wouldn’t kill them both. Driving a stake through his best friend’s heart was a thing, but his son? “I… I don’t really know. These past few months are a bit of a blur. I was in a diner somewhere. Cassie and Magnus turned up, Magnus stabbed me and here I am.” He gestured to his surroundings, “You’ve been infected as well then?” He then sighed softly, his eyes drawing shut for a moment as he realised what could have happened, “Did I infect you when I… I’m sorry I tried to kill you. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind.” It went without saying that Hector would never actually kill Linc. He walked out of the bathroom, his hand still glued to the towel, “I’m just gonna put some clothes on.” Make it less weird standing there in just a towel. He went into the bedroom, rummaging around in the drawers to pull out whatever he could find. It pained him there wasn’t a single shirt in sight. It was all plain t-shirts and jeans. “Turns out we aren’t vampires here anyway, which for me is a punishment within itself.” He called out seconds before he emerged from the bedroom, “Being human feels… weird.” There was a calmness to it though. Everything was so quiet and slow and for the first time in forever his emotions were normal. There was nothing spiking to the extreme levels. LINCOLN CROWNE
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