Absolon Lemieux's Story

The puddles that welled up within the potholes in the street provided a perfect reflection of the city above. The droplets did cause a disturbance, but it wasn't difficult for the roaming doppleganger to spot the gruesome sight above. Blood stained the water, blotting his sight further, but the screams of the woman- the sight of teeth in her skin- it had recorded it. It had seen.

Two white orbs shone through the spidery arms of blood that swam through the rain puddle. Slowly, they moved, traveling from one reflective surface to another, quickly, through the alleyways of Lutetia.

"Get on with it, Alec." The second figure demanded. "You always take too long." Adelind didn't understand her brother's desire to draw things out, especially if it increased their chances of being discovered. She kept her eyes peeled, frequently doing a sweep of the area to make sure they were alone.

Alec gave her a dismissive wave. He was too engrossed in the moment to mind her words. To him, nothing else mattered when he was feeding, and he wouldn't give attention to anything until he'd finished his feast. An audible 'crunch' was produced when the girl's windpipe relented to the pressure of his maw and collapsed. Her body went limp.

"I'm taking lead the next time we hunt." Adelind said sharply as she stepped forward.

The siblings laid the fresh cadaver on its back and went to town, biting and ripping at any flesh they could get their hands on. It didn't take long for them to strip the body clean of every piece of meat, leaving a pile of gnawed-on bones and shredded clothes. With their meal now over, Alec started to walk away, leaving his sister to dispose of their victim's remains.

She scrunched her face in annoyance, but said nothing. Instead she stuffed the mangled bones down the nearest storm drain before moving to catch up with Alec.

Master landed softly on the worn-out streets of Lutetia City, the shattered asphalt crunching underfoot. After looking around, he turned his attention towards one of the blown-out buildings about a block up the road. Approximately 15 stories of hollowed-out concrete shell towered over the broken buildings surrounding it, darkness looming from within as the windows had long been shattered.

Ah, here we are.

he stated aloud, completely disregarding the danger that this city bore.

Master turns back to look over his shoulder, wondering what happened to the others.