Crimson † Chess (Vlad Dracula)

reunion (33)

⚠️There was sex in a famous church so now there's feral sex in the Catacombs de Paris, with baptism of voyeur blood. Oh for the love of the Gods!? Is nothing sacred? Nope...

Vali is just waiting to hear where Gabriel had chosen to stop her race to escape. Andrei was absolutely sure that Miss Steiger was not going to run far and would be in contact soon. The first vampire scoffed at this or he wouldn't have made the bet with the gypsy.

"Allô suis-je parler avec Lord Draganu (Allo, am I speaking with Lord Draganu)?" the French hotel register asked the vampire.

"il est en effetIt (It is indeed)," Vali politely states, though his eyebrows are scrunched down to denote, this was not something he has expected.

" Oui Monsieur, une Madmoiselle du nom de Gabe a dit que je devrais vous appeler immédiatement,(Oui Monsieur, Mademoiselle by the name of Gabe said I should call you immediately,)" the man tells the vampire.

Vali produces a crooked smile upon hearing those words, "Et où est cette belle jeune femme maintenant (And where is this fine young lady now)?"

"Catacombes de Paris, elle dit que vous seriez sur votre chemin rapidement afin de vous dire, son plan pour leur rendre visite (elle says you would be on your way quickly so to tell you, her plan to visit them,)" the man responded.

"Ouais splendide et préparer votre meilleure chambre pour mon arrivée ...(yes splendid and prepare your best room for my arrival...)" the Unholy King says with a touch of excitement. The game is going so well and he can not wait to see his little angel. Though in his glee to meet up with her, he has forgotten why the string of events got so out of hand, in the first place.

Gabe walked among the remains of six million or more, bodily remains. The former college student could tell you, at that point, it did truly smell of death. Her sense of smell was heightened and it was a combination of dust, bone meal and a dry odor one can't not place their finger on. The scent was not unpleasant as she had thought it might be. At first her eyes simply took in the fine details and the patterns created with the leg bones and the dome of the skulls pointing out.

The young woman began to hum a funeral march, softly and adjusted her sunglasses. She hadn't taken them off for her vision was perfectly accustomed to the lighting, though it was nothing like on the surface. Gabe was just contemplating her future, as a mummy in Vali's tomb, when some English speaking tourists took offense to her wearing the sunglasses.

"Pardon me but how dare you wear sunglasses in here!" the old woman scowled. "You think you are a vampire or something? What are you high on girl?"

"Do you really want the truth?" Gabriel turned to the party of tourists.

"Of course you druggie! So I can tell the police about you and get you some much needed help!"

"You can't help me, I am not a vampire yet..." Gabe pulled the sunglasses off and looked at the tourists. Her eyes were a violent swirl of red and orange with a hint of yellow to show just how dangerous she was becoming. The party gasped then the old woman let a shriek out when the young woman's eyes pin pricked in the dim light. No one has eyes that contract down to dots, that are human.

"This is what happens, when you're the Reinfield, of the most powerful one of them all. Why are you not running, now?"

"Please excuse us for troubling you miss," the son of the old woman said, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her out of the way.