Good Afternoon all, it has been a long time since I have posted anything because my days have been very busy with work and school and trying to fix up this house. Although I did show you some of the writing I did online sometime back and I did an addition to it which I will post below…
Here is where you come in. I know there are many writers on here and I need your thinking caps on for a minute. What I ask is for those of you who read this please give me some criticism on my writing. Tell me your opinion. This is not something I would ask unless I really wanted to know so please drop me a line and give me your thoughts. Thank you!
A noticeable breath escaped her as she looked frantically and indecisively at which one of my historical unveilings she wanted to indulge in. “So easy ” the whisper barely audible gave way while moving into my room. An outstretch hand placed selectively on my collection of coats attempting to embellish the mood from my early evenings conquest. I took a step back out into the hallway, whispers filled the room as Isabella vigorously read verbatim the words of civilizations, she embraced them as if they were created just for her. Walking past her I am sure I didn’t even ruffle a mental feather, my lips cracked into that sinister smile so devilishly deviant and yet sadistically sane. My quiet exit made way too a night of necessary errands that I had put off way to long. Another subject had fallen within my grasp only a couple evenings ago.
A young woman not much older than the meek yet ecstatic Ms Mancinelli. Those little games I play when mingling with the masses, a smile, a playful look orchestrated simply for the attentions of one woman. Her eyes were brightly lit with life; a turn of the head captured her untamed innocence. Desperation was the only word for the smile she sent me. Impatience was a cursed virtue of all humans and it swiftly got the best of her and with a cordial farewell she left her party of four and greeted me with hues of fear and exhilaration bubbling at the surface.
The cobblestones this evening were soiled with dew enough for the moon to cast a reflective light upon the city of Wallachia. The streets harbored the usual beggars and thieves that usually littered the night. Those worthy of a name or honest living were too horrified by the myths and legends that riddled the countryside too be out gallivanting around the city. Little did I know how many eyes were watching me this evening. Vanity bares the attention of those lesser then me, this is normal and something I readily expect, but this feeling was different. Almost like being stalked by curious eyes I went about my typical rounds. I stood talking to the pests and vermin who attempt to pillage and ravage an already poor and destitute city. I came to an abandoned house on the southern border; it was far more habitable then most houses these poor fettered creatures lived in.
Although this house was renounced as a cursed abode containing demons, magic and hellish poisons. The absurdity of such things didn’t surprise me but still left an amusing grunt within me every time I graced this house of ill repute with my presence. Alchemy was no magic but people who held onto their superstitious threads of fate need not know that. Sardonicus was his name, part of the haunted history that surrounded the tragic neglect of this home. He was an informant and for all intents and purposes a comrade within small margin. The house opened up to reveal tables and counters of every shape and size. Goblets, herbs and other materials littered the room as if someone trying to organize the essence of chaos itself. He clamored into the room.
“Vincent” He had a look of disillusionment when he stopped in mid step. Not that I could see his face beyond the cloak that coveted him so proficiently. But his sudden stammer told me I was something of a surprise. “Come in Vincent please, you know you are always welcome here.” He pushed his cloak back revealing a somewhat middle aged man but don’t let those fine lines fool you he is well past his lifetime. His practice has granted him many lifetimes and many more to come. “Hello old man it has been sometime, last I saw you Craiovescu castle had fallen into other hands. Seems my ancestors got greedy and lost everything. “He looked at me pointing his head down. “Yes it did, I had always wondered what happened to you Vincent, I knew you had changed but never knew where you escaped too.”
Leaning up against one of the few pieces of counter space that were left empty. “Oh come now old man it was not that long ago and I am not a fool to think you have not heard of my ventures and conquest’s around the land.” A smile as dark as I have ever seen on him casually rested on his face. “Yes I have seen and heard some of the actions you have taken on, I have even seen some of your handy work among those who have crossed you or not. So what do I owe the pleasure?” Effortlessly rubbing my chin, my eyes wavered slightly. “I need some information; do you know who Signor Gallo is?” A nod was all he gave me, it was obvious he did not fare well in Sardonicus’s eyes. “Well I need him and he is somewhere in Romania there is much that needs to be discussed. Sadly at the moment I have something else that has come to the forefront. You shall be well rewarded of course” His arm waved away from his body.
“Your money is no good here boy, I am sure I can find him. He is not one to hide in the shadows. You know a pauper can wear a prince’s garb, though no matter what, he is still a pauper. I shall have him here by tomorrow evening, do me one simple favor, bring me a vile of nightshade and we shall call it even.” I nodded and turned to leave. The saying did not go unnoticed, Signor Gallo was no man of prosperity, he was simply a trickster dressed up in fine clothing for the sake of profitability. There was little need for men like him, though for me at times he could actually pull a gem out of a pile of rubbish. “Oh yes Vincent I thought you may find it of some interest. I believe I saw one of your subjects of indulgence on the north side of town. I just thought you may want to know.”
I could hear the amusement choked down with his words. She seemed to have attempted to leave town and from the old man’s tone of haltered laughter I was almost sure the scene was blissfully grim. The ghostly glow of a moon only half full cast an ominous myriad of shadows against the damp ground. Shapes embellished by human fear could be seen within any human’s imagination. To some I am sure they would believe the devil himself has cast his presence upon the land, followed by people getting on their knees and praying to the heavens to take it away. Those eyes I once felt when I first took off for the evening seem to have disappeared into the night sky, I was relatively sure who or what it was but I made no judgments until I found the facts for myself.
I spent the last few moments of my walk thinking about Signor Gallo, playing the situation in my mind of how that conversation would go. His fate has been hanging in the balance for some time. I was slightly torn, not that his death would mean anything to me but as irritating as he was his usefulness outweighed anything else. Even as a pawn he played his part well. Little did anyone know there were no actions taken that didn’t have part in my over all resolve?
The north side of town spread out sporadically. Garlic and crosses hung on every house as if adorning them with décor of peace and harmony. Everyone still asleep in their beds, I grabbed one of the cloves of garlic on a door I was passing and laughed under my breath. “Don’t people know the devil introduced garlic in the Garden of Eden? I would have thought if anyone had known these peasants would.”
It wasn’t long before I caught the scent. I knew that scent, it was exactly what I had thought, there she was laying aside a house arms outstretched left with nothing but bone and charred remains. The angel of death came in the form of the sun leaving me with a sadistically serene scene that could only be cherished by my eyes. You would think after years it would bore me to pluck another one of the vermin and show it what inescapable fate awaits but no, not now for there is a new curiosity. Scorpious, the bastard child the one who escaped his fate, who’s stubborn will fought against my deviant desire. I never knew how he escaped such inevitable odds but I shall find his way with blood and sacrifice.
My abode was only moments away I was certain my driver presented Isabella with her work and hopefully some of what I have been searching for will be revealed the pieces were slowly fitting together. She will be a most formidable pawn when the time arose to use the trust I will so gallantly charm her with.
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