The Multiverse: Flesh Delivery

Meep meep!
It was the sound of a minivan out the front with an assassin leaning on the wheel impatiently. He hated castles, mostly because of cold stone floors. Yeuch.

What was worse is he had a pair of not-cadavars in the back. This whole deal was dodgy. Hiding bodies? Killing people? He could live with that. But transporting human beings for slaughter like cattle? Something about that just made him...

Gigglesnort.

Casren burst through the doors of the Castle, having had heard the meep meep! from where he was milling about in the towers. The heads they had spiked below had been arranged in the shape of a dragon, and the old vampire was admiring his handiwork.

But the meep meep, that brought back memories. No sooner had he stepped down the stairs than he noticed his ally behind the wheel. He nearly jumped with joy, but contained the excitement into a spastic wave. After hopping from foot to foot for a moment, Casren motioned for the van to come forward, then ran to lock the gates behind them.

Okay this was just a god damn set up. He was driving into a vampire infested castle as the 'delivery boy' of their food. He instinctively reached for his grenade launcher and sat it in his lap as he drove in. If they came for him he was going to give them a mess. "Only two today," he shouted through a tiny gap in the window, "So bleed em dry and make it count." He promptly wound the window back up and glared at Casren suspiciously as he drove in.

"Only? Two meals isn't bad at all! "

Casren followed the van in after the gate was securely locked. He could practically smell this mans fear. It was delicious. Still, the old vampire did his best to hide his growing hunger.

Casren was careful to keep his vampire guards well hidden, signaling them to defend if necessary from behind the van. There were only about four or five of them posted here, but still.

Norrington clambered out the door with his grenade launcher, or rather lobber, flung over his shoulder as he walked with ahis suspicious glare still aimed at Casren for the back. He tugged the door open to reveal the two unconscious bodies, eyes closed, one with their mouth open. "They should be out for another ten, twenty minutes. But I've got a job to do."

"I need to know where you dump the bodies so we can confirm the kills for our employers."

"A member of the Detente needs the flesh for sustenance," Casren said quite plainly, eyeballing the strange weapon. He had never fancied war.

"I'll grab one, you grab the other?" Casren motioned for a body, "We have a dungeon, but the tower might suit their end better."

"Yeah not my job. Look, can you kill them so I can like, take a snap shot? Actually, even better, take a picture of them for me when they are actually dead. Eyes open. And then I don't need to see where you dump the bodies."

"But for the love of god if you don't get us pictures my boss is going to have my ass and then this arrangement is probably going to end. I'll even buy you a friggin' camera."

"As you wish. Shield your eyes, if you don't like blood."

With a pleasurable sigh, Casren descended upon the first body and began to drink. He took the blood from jugular, jaws anchored over practically the whole throat. It was delicious, empowering. The blood gave him strength, and soon the body was a corpse. He didn't inject it with venom, but instead left the body with just enough blood and plasma to remain hydrated for a few hours. The whole ordeal sounded quite disgusting.

"Alrigh'," He said with a pant, not bothering to wipe blood from his mouth, "Tak'r pic're," Was all he managed to rasp out before greedily swooping to feed on the second body.

Norrington went to the front of the care and reached for the camera, then wandered back and took a snap shot. "Y'know... Fucking terrible. That you would even suggest I don't like blood. I'm an assassin. Not all hits can be chokes and poisons, y'know."

"I was being courteous," He replied with a wry smile, blood sticky on his face and kneck.

"This one's done. Guess this makes me an assassin too, eh?" He snorted, poking the eyes of the corpse open. Casren didn't stand, but instead lounged in the dead grass of the lawn besides the van. That feeding felt great.

"Yeah sure, whatever you like," Norrington answered with a shrug. He was probably the single man who could make anyone look courteous and polite in comparison. "Hey so what's with the castle? You guys like to just, y'know... Hang upside from from the ceilings, pose as gargoyles and shit? Oh, its the secret passageways, isn't it? No I can respect that."

At this, Casren had to grin.

"The castle, yes. There are legends behind it, so many that they tend to contradict each other. I was gifted it by an old friend, who had acquired the deed through inheritance. The castle, however, was only an asset. It wasn't a family heirloom, and so the plot thickens."

He looked up to the towers, the gargoyles, and felt a swell of pride.

"The Detente is, after all, named after this here castle. It's the foundation, literally. Besides, "The Bistreo Brotherhood" sounds so...Blase. No, this castle is a beauty, a prestigious home for the Detente. And yes," He turned to look at the assassin, "The secret passageways are quite fun."

"I bet. Just thinking about all the different ways I can sneak up and murder someone gives me a hard on. I'd love to tear this castle apart stone by stone and rig it up as a fully fledged fucking battlestation cross trap. Motion detectors in the wall hooked up to micro explosions and stone-fall traps."

"Fucking hot."

"Indeed," The assassin had caught Casren's interest with all the words he didn't understand.

"Motion detectors you say? Could you have, eh, weapons that fire when someone walks by? As for micro explosions, I'd hate to ruin the interior or exterior. It's practically a landmark, the thing is so old. Still, despite being here, it's survived and..."

Casren thought back to how it had been found. Mostly neat, with vines growing up the exteriors, sealed like a grave.

"Could probably survive one or two, given the case. Stone fall traps, and how about pits of death?" It had been years since he had seen one of those put to good use.

"Oh fuck I ain't doing it for you. Install your own shit." He stared up at the castle for a moment, then stated, "I want to have sex with this building. Anyways, I don't got all day."

"Not even for a shit ton of money?" He said sideways to the assassin, still staring at the building.

"You can go ahead, just please, do take care of the mess," With that, Casren dragged the bodies from the van and flopped them on the front stoop.

Norrington shook his head. "Ain't enough money in the world to make me me-proof a place. Heck, just make sure if you ever want to kill me not to actually physically enter any of my safehouses. I tend to wire the walls with explosives."

Into the front of the van he started to reverse up to the closed gate, then slammed his hand down on the horn trying to give Casren a jump.

Casren did jump, breaking the lock on accident as he jerked it too hard.

"Very funny," He called over his shoulder, swinging the gate open and trying to hide his smile.

Norrington gave an effeminate wave as he reversed out, then drove off.

Casren Bistreo locked the gate behind the van, and let loose his laughter.

The Multiverse » Arcs » Flesh Delivery

As written by: Patcharoo, lostamongtrees

20 pieces and 2 characters involved, written by 2 different authors.

1 places involved

So begins...

Flesh Delivery

Setting: Castle Vankoryth