A Midnight Visitor...
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 1:29 am
Literally less than half an hour ago, I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. At first, I kept feeling like I'd forgotten something. I managed to dismiss that feeling, and then it just settled on a general misgiving...
And then I realized that Julian and I weren't as alone in the house as I'd hoped, as far as physical entities went. There was someone in my house, uninvited. That confused me; not only did they get in without me hearing them at all, but without me sensing them, and without alerting any of the spirits.
Whoever had gotten in was a damned pro at it.
I got up, and didn't bother to get dressed... My eyes were already well adjusted to the dark... I got into my top dresser drawer, and got out my boot knife and the handgun that Bert had given me, so very long ago... (The one Ron had given me was very well hidden in the closet.)
It wasn't loaded, I reminded myself, and whoever had gotten into my house knew what the hell he was doing. I reached back in and grabbed the clip, and as quietly as I could, slid it in...
My eyes had been on the two doors in our room, the one to the main house, and the one to the upstairs restroom. I mentally started prodding the spirits in the house...and went cold.
I couldn't sense any of our spirits. The dolls were all trapped inside their resin bodies. Cubrious' statue had an iron ring around it. I couldn't feel Claw at all.
I made a mad dash for the closet, where Claw's saber was usually kept.
It was gone.
And Claw with it.
I practically knocked down the door, making a mad dash for Julian's room, gripping the gun in one hand, the knife in the other.
Julian was awake, and playing with one of his toys, an oddity at this time of night... He's normally sound asleep. The most important thing was, he was completely unharmed...and the room was otherwise empty.
That's when I saw the message... Someone had used the chalk Lex had been using to make guidelines to paint Julian's walls. The message was two words and an image... "Knock knock", and the image of a decapitated dragon.
I did get the distinct impression right then that whoever was here had tried to make a grab for Julian, and something had stopped him.
I left Julian's room, and started flipping on lights in the rest of the house... I found one window slightly cracked open, but the screen was still intact.
I realized, as I looked at that window, that whoever it was had left, fled the scene before having to deal with me.
I went back to my own room and took the iron ring from Cubrious' statue... He came out pissed. "WHERE IS HE?!?"
"Who?"
It took a while, but between him and the dolls (who I needed Cubrious' help to release), I finally got to the truth of the matter...
It was a vampire who'd done it, a vampire matching Khavik's description. He was using necromantic tools and artifacts to get in unnoticed, bind the dolls' spirits, bind Cubrious, grab Claw, and get out... I won't say for sure it was Khavik, but this kind of stunt sounds like something he'd do.
I'm so exhausted right now...I can't even muster the strength to be outraged. I don't know what I'd've done if I'd found him, honestly... I'm glad Julian's alright, and I hope to all that's holy I find Claw soon... If everyone could keep your eyes and ears (and minds, where appropriate) open, I'd appreciate it...
And then I realized that Julian and I weren't as alone in the house as I'd hoped, as far as physical entities went. There was someone in my house, uninvited. That confused me; not only did they get in without me hearing them at all, but without me sensing them, and without alerting any of the spirits.
Whoever had gotten in was a damned pro at it.
I got up, and didn't bother to get dressed... My eyes were already well adjusted to the dark... I got into my top dresser drawer, and got out my boot knife and the handgun that Bert had given me, so very long ago... (The one Ron had given me was very well hidden in the closet.)
It wasn't loaded, I reminded myself, and whoever had gotten into my house knew what the hell he was doing. I reached back in and grabbed the clip, and as quietly as I could, slid it in...
My eyes had been on the two doors in our room, the one to the main house, and the one to the upstairs restroom. I mentally started prodding the spirits in the house...and went cold.
I couldn't sense any of our spirits. The dolls were all trapped inside their resin bodies. Cubrious' statue had an iron ring around it. I couldn't feel Claw at all.
I made a mad dash for the closet, where Claw's saber was usually kept.
It was gone.
And Claw with it.
I practically knocked down the door, making a mad dash for Julian's room, gripping the gun in one hand, the knife in the other.
Julian was awake, and playing with one of his toys, an oddity at this time of night... He's normally sound asleep. The most important thing was, he was completely unharmed...and the room was otherwise empty.
That's when I saw the message... Someone had used the chalk Lex had been using to make guidelines to paint Julian's walls. The message was two words and an image... "Knock knock", and the image of a decapitated dragon.
I did get the distinct impression right then that whoever was here had tried to make a grab for Julian, and something had stopped him.
I left Julian's room, and started flipping on lights in the rest of the house... I found one window slightly cracked open, but the screen was still intact.
I realized, as I looked at that window, that whoever it was had left, fled the scene before having to deal with me.
I went back to my own room and took the iron ring from Cubrious' statue... He came out pissed. "WHERE IS HE?!?"
"Who?"
It took a while, but between him and the dolls (who I needed Cubrious' help to release), I finally got to the truth of the matter...
It was a vampire who'd done it, a vampire matching Khavik's description. He was using necromantic tools and artifacts to get in unnoticed, bind the dolls' spirits, bind Cubrious, grab Claw, and get out... I won't say for sure it was Khavik, but this kind of stunt sounds like something he'd do.
I'm so exhausted right now...I can't even muster the strength to be outraged. I don't know what I'd've done if I'd found him, honestly... I'm glad Julian's alright, and I hope to all that's holy I find Claw soon... If everyone could keep your eyes and ears (and minds, where appropriate) open, I'd appreciate it...