Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)
Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 01:36
Iris was in the throws of nearly tearing off her sleeves as she did her best to roll them up. Charlotte was on her way to the office upset over who knows what. Usually she would be calm and patiently wait for the employees arrival as any boss would hoping to offer support or advice though it would be a bit awkward. Iris was not the type to be overly close to anyone and certainly found it less than ideal in a business setting. Which was fine because at that given moment what she would do to ease the womans nerves was the furthest thing from her mind. Instead of getting out of the office and heading towards home all she could think of was how she wanted to find something to peel her skin off with to release her from the sensation she could barely tolerate much longer.
The abundance of material was a comfort prior. It clung to her neck down to her vintage leather covered feet and she felt at home in it. Now she was nearly bowled over at that very moment with overwhelming exhaustion to replace the insane itching. Her body went limp and she clawed her fingertips at the surface of the wood desk in front of her. Her material weighted form sank deeper into the chair behind her as it rolled back with the surrender of her knees buckling. She felt the room spinning with a burst of energy and then nothing. In the time it took to blink something significant was instantly gone. It was an all too brief sense of oblivion that was replaced by the enveloping of paranoia and even worse.
Sounds. Distance sounds of screams. Blood curdling and chilling screams. She tried to reach out to her sire and felt nothing. Nothing was there but a void. Her neatly groomed plain nails left a scratching sound in their wake as they finally reached the edge of the desk. Next she tried to reach out to him. If she was met with the same effect she was in serious trouble. This had never happened before. Could she be falling back to her fate she had indirectly cheated the first time on the streets of Harper Rock when she was stabbed and left to die? Was this karma finally coming back to claim her? A sense of panic and overwhelming fear suddenly coursed its merciless way through her when there was a similar sensation of nothing when her desire to reach him went unanswered.
Thinning, dry fingers shook as they went into her hair. It was a desperate sweep to gain some measure of reassurance from her own touch. She was never like this but at that moment even her own touch had to offer some sense of relief. Instead she felt what she shouldn’t. She looked down noticing fully her left hand for the first time. It was horrifying in its decaying appearance. That was not where it stopped though. She was holding a handful off her own waist length hair. She didn’t let go of it as she ran in staggering and energy draining steps towards the double doors to the Veil Tower second floor office of her business. She bolted the doors shut and struggled to think.
Another threading of her fingers through her hair left her with more of what she had the first time. She attempted to use her power of teleport. She was left standing right where she was. She couldn’t be seen like this. The young telepath barely cleared the corner as she left a wake of loud sliding and clicking steps echoing behind her. Iris was quick as she could be in her current state closing the bathroom door shut behind her and locking it with shaking hands. She spun and gripped the porcelain sink tightly as if it was the only thing saving her from the hardwood floor beneath her. Her hands were growing more disturbing as the layers of skin lost their limited color and began to appear necrotic. Her teeth attempted to pinch her bottom lip between their firm hold when one front top tooth wiggled then dropped with a pinging sound as it bounced in the sink below and disappeared down the drain before she could catch it.
“What is happening?” She felt the tears well up in her eyes at the thought she was finally truly dying. As soon as the last word of her sentence was out she felt another tooth drop and this time was able to save it from the drain by slamming her open hand down and blocking the opening. “Oh gods no!”
Iris’ hand curled the tooth in her palm as she heard the new whistle in her speech thanks to the recent tooth lost. She stepped sluggishly over to the floor to near ceiling narrow window and looked out to the lights below and found strange movements. Only sight more concerning than the itching, the loss of powers, of two teeth, hair and no answer from the two who would always answer her was the sky above. Now she was beyond scared. She was terrified as she spun to press her back flat against the wall behind her as if someone spotting her would bring her imminent danger. Now what?
The abundance of material was a comfort prior. It clung to her neck down to her vintage leather covered feet and she felt at home in it. Now she was nearly bowled over at that very moment with overwhelming exhaustion to replace the insane itching. Her body went limp and she clawed her fingertips at the surface of the wood desk in front of her. Her material weighted form sank deeper into the chair behind her as it rolled back with the surrender of her knees buckling. She felt the room spinning with a burst of energy and then nothing. In the time it took to blink something significant was instantly gone. It was an all too brief sense of oblivion that was replaced by the enveloping of paranoia and even worse.
Sounds. Distance sounds of screams. Blood curdling and chilling screams. She tried to reach out to her sire and felt nothing. Nothing was there but a void. Her neatly groomed plain nails left a scratching sound in their wake as they finally reached the edge of the desk. Next she tried to reach out to him. If she was met with the same effect she was in serious trouble. This had never happened before. Could she be falling back to her fate she had indirectly cheated the first time on the streets of Harper Rock when she was stabbed and left to die? Was this karma finally coming back to claim her? A sense of panic and overwhelming fear suddenly coursed its merciless way through her when there was a similar sensation of nothing when her desire to reach him went unanswered.
Thinning, dry fingers shook as they went into her hair. It was a desperate sweep to gain some measure of reassurance from her own touch. She was never like this but at that moment even her own touch had to offer some sense of relief. Instead she felt what she shouldn’t. She looked down noticing fully her left hand for the first time. It was horrifying in its decaying appearance. That was not where it stopped though. She was holding a handful off her own waist length hair. She didn’t let go of it as she ran in staggering and energy draining steps towards the double doors to the Veil Tower second floor office of her business. She bolted the doors shut and struggled to think.
Another threading of her fingers through her hair left her with more of what she had the first time. She attempted to use her power of teleport. She was left standing right where she was. She couldn’t be seen like this. The young telepath barely cleared the corner as she left a wake of loud sliding and clicking steps echoing behind her. Iris was quick as she could be in her current state closing the bathroom door shut behind her and locking it with shaking hands. She spun and gripped the porcelain sink tightly as if it was the only thing saving her from the hardwood floor beneath her. Her hands were growing more disturbing as the layers of skin lost their limited color and began to appear necrotic. Her teeth attempted to pinch her bottom lip between their firm hold when one front top tooth wiggled then dropped with a pinging sound as it bounced in the sink below and disappeared down the drain before she could catch it.
“What is happening?” She felt the tears well up in her eyes at the thought she was finally truly dying. As soon as the last word of her sentence was out she felt another tooth drop and this time was able to save it from the drain by slamming her open hand down and blocking the opening. “Oh gods no!”
Iris’ hand curled the tooth in her palm as she heard the new whistle in her speech thanks to the recent tooth lost. She stepped sluggishly over to the floor to near ceiling narrow window and looked out to the lights below and found strange movements. Only sight more concerning than the itching, the loss of powers, of two teeth, hair and no answer from the two who would always answer her was the sky above. Now she was beyond scared. She was terrified as she spun to press her back flat against the wall behind her as if someone spotting her would bring her imminent danger. Now what?