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Vampire Story part 7
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The necromancer’s house was a huge mansion, sprawling over a several acre estate. We nervously approached the house, and an extremely pompous butler opened the door. “Do you have en appointment?” He asked in a horrible French accent.
“Yes, We said we’d meet Mr. Vernopia at 2:00 about a business proposition. Please show us in.” My confidence and my vampirism made him falter.
“Vell, let me see if he ees-“ he mumbled, trying to recover his poise.
“We would like to be shown in now” I repeated, adding more force to my words.
“I – vell – very vell.” He sighed. “Right this way.”
We followed him through a labyrinth of hallways, and Callum whispered “How can he stand up straight with a head as big as his?” Holly chuckled, and the butler turned and glanced at us, but decided not to say anything.
The necromancer was busy, so we were shown into a waiting room the size of our living room. There were oriental carpets on the floor, and the walls were paneled in solid mahogany. “Stuck up rich old ponce,” Holly muttered.
“Be nice,” I whispered back. “He is paying us.”
“And he’s not here.”
“He can work magic. The walls have ears.” I turned, running my hands across the wood paneling, examining the carvings. “And eyes”
“What?”
“Look at these animals hiding in the vines, their eyes glitter. It has known magic besides it being carved.”
“Wow” breathed Isaac, examining them. “How can you tell?”
I hesitated, not wanting to let the necromancer know how I knew, although he could probably figure it out. The spell left sparks that any magic user or being could feel if they concentrated hard enough. I decided to summarize, saying simply, “I can feel it..”
Holly continued examining it. “You’re right. This whole place reeks of magic, metaphorically speaking. But I can’t find any evidence of listening spells. Maybe he can read lips.”
The butler reentered. “I zee you have nooticed our sixteenth centoory carveengs. These came straight from Italy. Meester Vernopia is ready to see you.”
“Thank you.” I glanced at Isaac, who was still running his hands over the column, and Holly, who was eyeing a jade statue. Callum was standing awkwardly in a corner, arms crossed. He looked out of place. We followed the butler into the study.
“Ah, my mercenaries. Jeevèn, you may leave. Please, sit down.” His voice was carefully measured, with just the barest hint of a German accent. He had dark hair, with a slightly receding hairline. His goatee and mustache were pointy and had so much gel on them; I could smell it from the doorway. I went over and sat down, examining the rest of him. He had occult rings on every finger and silk robes with moons and stars. He looked very stereotypical.
“So, what’s the job?” Holly asked, sitting down next to me.
“As you know, I wish for you to steal an Orb of Phylenus. It is a very delicate and rare object and there is no other way for me to procure it. It is a spell that can only be performed once every decade, on the winter solstice and it is of utmost importance that it is brought to me. You will be awarded $50,000 upon completion of the job.” Holly opened her mouth to speak, but the Necromancer continued without pausing. “A word of warning, the people who are currently in possession of the Orb, they, ah, don’t like me very much. I advise you to be cautious.”
Holly and I exchanged a look. This money had better be worth it. Holly spoke first, “It sounds like a dangerous job. We want half up front.”
“No.” Callum scowled and deliberately moved into Mr. Vernopia’s line of sight.
Holly hissed at his superior tone. “We’re doing you a favor you-”
I cut across her, before she could finish her insult. “As an advance, to ensure that you keep your word and pay us in legitimate cash. It’s an assurance that we usually demand or clients to comply to.”
Mr. Vernopia flicked his hand, slamming Callum against the wall. Callum struggled, but it looked like a giant hand was pinning him against the wall. “I do not wish to comply.”
Isaac leaned over to me and whispered “Can I learn how to that?”
“Absolutely not!” I whispered back.
He pulled a disappointed face and focused his attention on the necromancer, who continued, “However, I shall pay you $5000 to ensure that you put your entire energy into this job.”
I knew that was all we were going to get. “Thank you.”
We went over details and addresses than, something that Isaac and Callum were not participating in. Callum was still upset about being thrown into the wall. He kept glowering at the necromancer, but thankfully didn’t say anything. The other necromancer, the one we were stealing from, was hosting a gathering of magical beings tomorrow night. We weren’t sure if we should make our attempt than or not.
“I think that it’s ridiculous. We should go in, steal it, and get out. If we go while there’s a party, there’s more chance we’ll be noticed.” Callum griped.
“You have all the grace and stealth of an elephant,” retorted Holly. “If we go while there’s a party, no one will be alert. We can get in by saying we’re invited, and Lori can create a diversion. If she explodes something, no one will notice two people who are hovering in the back leave the room. Than she can apologize, and wait till they aren’t paying attention to her anymore. She’ll leave separately and than we can meet up somewhere.”
Isaac’s eyes were far away, thinking. “I like Holly’s idea. The best way to steal something is right in front of them. Than they never remember you. Any other night, they would be expecting an attack.”
“Someone would see us though!” Callum replied angrily. “There would be to many people.”
“Everyone there would just assume we knew someone else.” Holly pointed out. “Isaacs right, no one will remember us.”
“Isaac should come.” I said, thinking.
Callum turned to look at me so fast he was a blur. “Are you fucking kidding me? There is absolutely no way he should come! He’ll just slow us down.”
“Callum has a point,” Holly said. “This isn’t just a meeting. He’d slow us down to much, we need as much speed and stealth as we can get. Isaac’s human.”
“But he’s fourteen.”
“All the more reason he shouldn’t come,” Callum snapped.
Holly was looking at me like I was insane. “Lori, what does being fourteen have to do with it? Are you Ok?”
“I’m fine. No, think about it. If Isaac does something, no one would ever suspect him. He’s only fourteen, and can’t do magic. He could cause the diversion, and I could be there in case things got out of hand.”
“Oh,” Holly paused. “That’s actually a good idea.”
Callum scowled. I could tell he thought it was a good idea, but didn’t want to admit it was. He was perfectly ok with my ideas, but Isaac made him grumpy.
“Ok then, here’s the plan. We go to the party, and we wait around. At 9:30, Isaac or Lori explodes something, and Callum and I leave. We all meet up by the window of whatever room the Orb thingy’s in. Lori can have a walkie talkie, so she’ll know where to meet us. Everyone good?”
Isaac grinned. “Walkie talkie?”
“What?” asked Holly, looking hurt that he was laughing at her.
“You do realize that we’re living in the 21st century? There’s this thing called cell phones that don’t make you look completely incompetent.”
Callum retorted before Holly could. “We’ve been doing this for ages. Don’t just come in and question us.”
“I was just wondering.” Isaac retorted, barely flinching under Callum’s glare.
“We use walkie talkies because they’re cheaper than cell phones. We move around so much, we can’t always get a signal. Walkie talkies work anywhere.” Holly explained.
“Oh. That makes sense. That sounds like a good plan.
“Yes, We said we’d meet Mr. Vernopia at 2:00 about a business proposition. Please show us in.” My confidence and my vampirism made him falter.
“Vell, let me see if he ees-“ he mumbled, trying to recover his poise.
“We would like to be shown in now” I repeated, adding more force to my words.
“I – vell – very vell.” He sighed. “Right this way.”
We followed him through a labyrinth of hallways, and Callum whispered “How can he stand up straight with a head as big as his?” Holly chuckled, and the butler turned and glanced at us, but decided not to say anything.
The necromancer was busy, so we were shown into a waiting room the size of our living room. There were oriental carpets on the floor, and the walls were paneled in solid mahogany. “Stuck up rich old ponce,” Holly muttered.
“Be nice,” I whispered back. “He is paying us.”
“And he’s not here.”
“He can work magic. The walls have ears.” I turned, running my hands across the wood paneling, examining the carvings. “And eyes”
“What?”
“Look at these animals hiding in the vines, their eyes glitter. It has known magic besides it being carved.”
“Wow” breathed Isaac, examining them. “How can you tell?”
I hesitated, not wanting to let the necromancer know how I knew, although he could probably figure it out. The spell left sparks that any magic user or being could feel if they concentrated hard enough. I decided to summarize, saying simply, “I can feel it..”
Holly continued examining it. “You’re right. This whole place reeks of magic, metaphorically speaking. But I can’t find any evidence of listening spells. Maybe he can read lips.”
The butler reentered. “I zee you have nooticed our sixteenth centoory carveengs. These came straight from Italy. Meester Vernopia is ready to see you.”
“Thank you.” I glanced at Isaac, who was still running his hands over the column, and Holly, who was eyeing a jade statue. Callum was standing awkwardly in a corner, arms crossed. He looked out of place. We followed the butler into the study.
“Ah, my mercenaries. Jeevèn, you may leave. Please, sit down.” His voice was carefully measured, with just the barest hint of a German accent. He had dark hair, with a slightly receding hairline. His goatee and mustache were pointy and had so much gel on them; I could smell it from the doorway. I went over and sat down, examining the rest of him. He had occult rings on every finger and silk robes with moons and stars. He looked very stereotypical.
“So, what’s the job?” Holly asked, sitting down next to me.
“As you know, I wish for you to steal an Orb of Phylenus. It is a very delicate and rare object and there is no other way for me to procure it. It is a spell that can only be performed once every decade, on the winter solstice and it is of utmost importance that it is brought to me. You will be awarded $50,000 upon completion of the job.” Holly opened her mouth to speak, but the Necromancer continued without pausing. “A word of warning, the people who are currently in possession of the Orb, they, ah, don’t like me very much. I advise you to be cautious.”
Holly and I exchanged a look. This money had better be worth it. Holly spoke first, “It sounds like a dangerous job. We want half up front.”
“No.” Callum scowled and deliberately moved into Mr. Vernopia’s line of sight.
Holly hissed at his superior tone. “We’re doing you a favor you-”
I cut across her, before she could finish her insult. “As an advance, to ensure that you keep your word and pay us in legitimate cash. It’s an assurance that we usually demand or clients to comply to.”
Mr. Vernopia flicked his hand, slamming Callum against the wall. Callum struggled, but it looked like a giant hand was pinning him against the wall. “I do not wish to comply.”
Isaac leaned over to me and whispered “Can I learn how to that?”
“Absolutely not!” I whispered back.
He pulled a disappointed face and focused his attention on the necromancer, who continued, “However, I shall pay you $5000 to ensure that you put your entire energy into this job.”
I knew that was all we were going to get. “Thank you.”
We went over details and addresses than, something that Isaac and Callum were not participating in. Callum was still upset about being thrown into the wall. He kept glowering at the necromancer, but thankfully didn’t say anything. The other necromancer, the one we were stealing from, was hosting a gathering of magical beings tomorrow night. We weren’t sure if we should make our attempt than or not.
“I think that it’s ridiculous. We should go in, steal it, and get out. If we go while there’s a party, there’s more chance we’ll be noticed.” Callum griped.
“You have all the grace and stealth of an elephant,” retorted Holly. “If we go while there’s a party, no one will be alert. We can get in by saying we’re invited, and Lori can create a diversion. If she explodes something, no one will notice two people who are hovering in the back leave the room. Than she can apologize, and wait till they aren’t paying attention to her anymore. She’ll leave separately and than we can meet up somewhere.”
Isaac’s eyes were far away, thinking. “I like Holly’s idea. The best way to steal something is right in front of them. Than they never remember you. Any other night, they would be expecting an attack.”
“Someone would see us though!” Callum replied angrily. “There would be to many people.”
“Everyone there would just assume we knew someone else.” Holly pointed out. “Isaacs right, no one will remember us.”
“Isaac should come.” I said, thinking.
Callum turned to look at me so fast he was a blur. “Are you fucking kidding me? There is absolutely no way he should come! He’ll just slow us down.”
“Callum has a point,” Holly said. “This isn’t just a meeting. He’d slow us down to much, we need as much speed and stealth as we can get. Isaac’s human.”
“But he’s fourteen.”
“All the more reason he shouldn’t come,” Callum snapped.
Holly was looking at me like I was insane. “Lori, what does being fourteen have to do with it? Are you Ok?”
“I’m fine. No, think about it. If Isaac does something, no one would ever suspect him. He’s only fourteen, and can’t do magic. He could cause the diversion, and I could be there in case things got out of hand.”
“Oh,” Holly paused. “That’s actually a good idea.”
Callum scowled. I could tell he thought it was a good idea, but didn’t want to admit it was. He was perfectly ok with my ideas, but Isaac made him grumpy.
“Ok then, here’s the plan. We go to the party, and we wait around. At 9:30, Isaac or Lori explodes something, and Callum and I leave. We all meet up by the window of whatever room the Orb thingy’s in. Lori can have a walkie talkie, so she’ll know where to meet us. Everyone good?”
Isaac grinned. “Walkie talkie?”
“What?” asked Holly, looking hurt that he was laughing at her.
“You do realize that we’re living in the 21st century? There’s this thing called cell phones that don’t make you look completely incompetent.”
Callum retorted before Holly could. “We’ve been doing this for ages. Don’t just come in and question us.”
“I was just wondering.” Isaac retorted, barely flinching under Callum’s glare.
“We use walkie talkies because they’re cheaper than cell phones. We move around so much, we can’t always get a signal. Walkie talkies work anywhere.” Holly explained.
“Oh. That makes sense. That sounds like a good plan.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On October 4th 2007 mooseguy32 Said : | |
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cool and dont ask me for a name can barely think up names for my characters the main one in my story is named after my internet |
| On October 4th 2007 j2asterisk Said : | |
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very nice!! i like where it's going. but i hope you didn't forget about bonnie =D |
| On October 4th 2007 JoyousBug Said : | |
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Still no title ideas, but the plot heats up in the next couple parts. I hope you can give me some suggestions |
