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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 27. August 2013, 18:34 (152 Views) | |
| Evangelos Giovanni | Tuesday, 27. August 2013, 18:34 Post #1 |
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Gianni had been kind enough to do a bit of research for him. His focus now upon the plump man who sat across the table from him by the name of Mr. Billings. He was an active board member at the Chase Farm Hospital in Enfield. It didn't take much research on his part to delve into the financial histories of those members who ranked upon the trust board. Mr. Billings proved to have a bit of a gambling fetish and this would provide a viable in for the deep Giovanni pockets. Gianni had arranged for the meeting between Mr. Billings and Evangelos at a small private club located not far from the hospital itself. The lateness of the hour explained away as 'Mr. Giovanni was a very busy man.' His blood carefully kept the Board Member across from him enthralled with the words that he carefully wove into a fine web. An offer made to clear the man's gambling debts in return for a small stipend to represent the Giovanni's interests in the Chase Farm Hospital. Evangelos was manipulative with the small commands and directions he provided to the man. A small private lounge at the club afforded him all the privacy he needed to lace the man's tea with his blood, solidifying those necessary connections that would command obedience. His blood seemed to be enough to stop Mr. Billing's hand from shaking as he took another sip as a feral smile fell on Evan's lips. "Very well, Mr. Billings. I look forward to a fruitful relationship together. Please send over the employee records to my assistant at your soonest convenience." He rose, buttoning his suit coat and then moving to offer the man with a firm handshake. He pivoted and would slowly make his way from the club. His mind already putting a small plan into place. A few nights from now, he would drop by the morgue and pay the nightshift a visit. |
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| Evangelos Giovanni | Friday, 30. August 2013, 04:02 Post #2 |
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The schedule of the night staff arrived to him a few evenings later via Email. It wouldn't take long for him to thread his way into the fabric of his new hospital. Rather than attract the prying eyes of his assumed neighbors or pop the cherry of his shiny unlimited transit pass, he would elect to move through the Sudario this evening. He called to the blood and would whisper the words in an ancient tongue of all those that came before him as he stepped through the veil and into the lands of the dead. All of these things nearly second habit as he now wears the comfortable skin of an Elder. His scars and wounds earned so many nights before. The legendary steed called to his side as he rode through the lands of the dead with the appearance of an incorporeal form of all its residents. Charles Worthington wouldn't hear him as he stepped through the lands of the dead, entrapping all sound with his held breath. His hand closed over the man's mouth as he shushed into his ear from behind, [Dominate/Command Obedience] "Shhhhhhh." The man's body tensed with shock and then settled. Slowly his grip over the man's mouth lessened as he turned his body to face his own. A predatory smile fell on his lips as he looked into the man's gaze. His hand smoothing over the man's shoulders as he spoke. "Hello, Charles. I'm your new boss." He couldn't help the grin. His words pushing into the man's mind, manipulating his will to be that of Evangelos'. "You're going to follow my directions very carefully... do you understand?" The man nodded slowly, a sort of dumbfounded look upon his face. "Good." And so the directions were carefully laid out for the mortician. Slivers of bone would be delicately harvested from each corpse that passed through. Placed into sealed bags and labeled with details about the corpse from which it came. All of these were to be filed away into a locked cabinet where they would be randomly picked up. Strict instructions were given should anyone inquire that he would be notified immediately. The man would be carefully rewarded for his compliance. "Just one more thing..." he whispered to the man when his instructions were carefully laid out. The man's chin gently turned to the side as he leaned in and held his form while his canines so swiftly broke the surface. The man's blood burst against Evan's senses as the mortals heart beat so easily rendered it to him. A muffled groan as he drew from the man, his bite causing the immense pain that would cause Charles to grip and tear at Evan's back. But he only took enough to make room for that which he would give. He withdrew his canines and licked the man's wound shut. Drawing back as he offered a grin to the mortal, his own blood still stained his teeth. His hand smoothed over the man's neck as he lent a healing touch [merit] to the damage of his kiss. "And now for your reward..." His voice tinged with the beast as he lifted his wrist and bit into his own flesh, pushing his blood to the surface as he offered it to the kine. "Drink." The command pushing past the mortals reason and enforcing his will. The man grabbed at Evan's wrist and lifted it to his mouth. Evan hissed as the man drew from him. All of these things small measures and insurances of the Giovanni agenda as his blood was taken in. "Enough." A single worded command offered to the man who limply let Evan's wrist fall from his own mouth. He lifted his wrist and licked his wound shut as he withdrew a handkerchief and offered it to Charles for him to wipe his own mouth. "I will see you soon enough. For now, know that you are MINE." He held his hand out for the handkerchief as he replaced it in his pocket and handed the man his business card. Still tasting the man's vitae upon his lips as he pushed open the doors of the morgue and stepped through them through the veil and into the Sudario to weave his way home. |
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