Encounters With a Mythic: Three Degrees of Obsession

Chapter 7:

"I Should have died in that fucking cave!" Valmond spat as he continued to launch his furniture across the room. There were legs from his chair protruding from the wall where his headboard used to be. As the bed frame hung like a chandelier from his ceiling, its mattress laid in ribbons. Some type of foam raining and pooling on the floor. His dresser that once held an abundance of clothing found itself embedded into the mirror of his adjoining bathroom, the fabrics sliding limply into smeared blood and mingling with the dozen or so drained bags of reserves. He heaved violently, eyes frenzied as they darted from one broken object to the next. He needed more, more things to savage. More things to take his rage out on. More things to blame other than himself. 

He struck his claws through his hair. When they came back wet he glared at the red liquid cooling on them. "Blood? More, Fucking, BLOOD?" Spittle shot from his mouth. The weight of his body eased as his feet no longer touched the floor. Valmond looked down at himself, then his room, then to the disturbing scene that was his bathroom. "What would I have done to her?"  A drenched hand wiped across his face and after several heart beats black tears streamed his cheeks as he tried to clench his jaw shut, but his tongue still reached to taste his lips. Pleasure collided with a feeling of revulsion.

"I almost drank her!"

 Valmond bellowed as a pulse of brilliant violet light exploded from within him. The wave of psychic power like a bomb in the confined space. The walls were turned to rubble. The roofing cascaded down like a waterfall of ash, and when the dust cleared, there Valmond stood. Unscathed and Intangible; a living ghost amongst lifeless objects. "She will see me as nothing more than a monster after tonight." He crumpled to the ground, barely registering the pain as his knees hit the ruins with his full weight. Whispered footsteps  echoed closer to what used to be his doorway. 

"If all you are going to do around here is sulk and destroy my compound, I suggest that you find your own apartment," said a deep voice in the distance.

"Fuck off Chrysoar." 

"When you're done being a child, clean yourself up in your new room and meet me in the HQ wing. Igor will show you to you new chambers." Chrysoar took a step, paused, and then sighed, "And could you try not to take your mantrum out on my belongings next time?"

"Is your assistants name really Igor?" Valmond asked.

"No." He replied while walking away. "It's Fritz."

Valmond weakly chuckled. "Ha, even better."

*

Valmond walked into a large room full of technology that after 3 weeks still boggled his mind. Every computer, if they could even be called such, appeared to be nothing more than a fifty inch piece of glass. No wires, no obvious signs of mother boards or the computing parts he'd grown used to in the early twenty first century. As he observed the multitude of creatures using smaller pieces of glass to type and input commands, he noticed the subtle complexity of how the user interface operated. He wanted nothing more than to sit next to one of the "techromancers" in studious fascination as his mind puzzled out how to use the machines. However, he'd been summoned. Although he was one of the oldest vampires in existence, that didn't necessarily make him the most powerful in the room. 

Chrysoar walked in from the other end of the command center through sliding double doors that hissed with releasing pressure. His countenance showing just how adapt he'd become with the times as he handed one glass tablet to his assistant and was immediately handed another by a patiently awaiting underling. As the room was split down the middle with three rows of six curving tables, Valmond leaned against some assignment postings on the wall of the back of the room and watched as Medusa's spawn flowed from one tech to the next. It was impressive how the man managed so many underlings, and the respect for their leader was obvious to anyone with working eyes and ears.