<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Omen</strong><br/>Private estate<br/>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Omen had heard enough to know what he was going to do. He turned away from the window and started a walk through the estate. there were still two young girls in the cage to eat. One of them was barely more than a child, the other was likely her mother, but Havannah had pulled them in from a nearby town, he hadn't taken the time to learn of their lives. However as he stepped into the backroom which held his prisoners, Omen lit several candles and opened their cage. The child was hidden in the back of her cell, the mother put herself in front of the little girl. Omen tried not to snicker.<br/><br/>"You know what I am then?"<br/><br/>Both of the girls were strikingly simple brunettes. The mother's face was worn and exhausted, however the young one was just on the edge of beauty, were she to live a few more years, she would obtain a sexuality that she wasn't prepared for. Omen could see it in her eyes. He could feel her libido, charging energy like a condensed spring. "You're a vampire, all of you are vampires."<br/><br/>"We are very old vampires. Some of the oldest beings on the planet. Does that make you feel more special? unique in anyway?" The mother was not willing to respond to such an absurd question. "I would just like to know why you throw yourself in front of your child. Darling, the two of you are in a cage... there are no morals in a cage." Still no respsonse. "did you know that long ago, madmen were locked in cages, and treated like animals, much like you are now. Their animal-like behaviour caused them to suffer whippings, and ice cold rooms, over population, isolation... seventeen souls in a cage smaller than this one. Sad. However, the animal nature that seeped into them made them immortal. Not really, but they were able to live in places were a normal man of the time would die. These psychotic animal-men had achieved powers, the power of nature if you would."<br/><br/>"and here you are, clinging to your life like it is the only thing that matters. There is no evil, there is no good. Please scoot to the side madam, I have an inclination toward the small one."<br/><br/>"Stay back! If you want her, you have to come through me."<br/><br/>"I understand." Omen was of the utmost patience. "No mother likes to see her child disappear into the arms of a monster. But how selfish can you be? I am here to inform you that both of you are already dead. See mine eyes. See this truth. Step aside."<br/><br/>"No!" the mother was holding on to her humanity like a rope, dangling from the edge of a cliff.<br/><br/>"You wish for your daughter to see you brutalized and bleeding before her death. You fear the loss of your child so greatly that you actually believe you can save her? Remove yourself from this delusion. Her time has come, you are next, i don't see what all this hostility is about."<br/><br/>both of the woman in the cage were crying now. the daughter errupted in sadness as the mother stepped to her left to make room for Omen's entrance. As the young one tried to push herself behind her mother, the older woman blocked her path and put her shoulder against the back wall, both crouching together in confinement, they started to embrace and say their final goodbyes.<br/><br/>Omen watched from the gate for a moment before stepping in. They appeared in beauty to him, he cataloged the memory with sureness and firm resolve.<br/><br/>Slowly, he stepped toward the young piece of meat. Offering her his hand to her from a standing position. She took it, crying, weeping, begging. "No, sir, please, just let me free. My mother is more than I. She will feed you for longer."<br/><br/>Omen pulled her into his body and held her with both hands, one across her ribs, the other across her lips. He shushed her, and she quieted to nothing. The two woman looked into each other's eyes for the last time, and Omen then walked out of the cage. The entrance to the room had a fiery red image in the doorframe. Havannah had been watching this exchange, it pleased her, the way that Omen dealt with his victims so personally. He had not locked the mother up, and Havannah nodded to him, accepting the chore as he walked passed her with the young brunette still in his grasp. Havannah stroked the child's cheek, and closed the door behind Omen as he left.<br/><br/>Omen thought that Alikama might scare the young child even more, so he wanted to know some things before they were introduced to each other. "What's your name, lovely?" Omen had let the child go by the fire in the main room. He stood still above her, for once free of his grasp, she collapsed to the floor. "If you don't tell me, than I will give you one."<br/><br/>"My name is Alice."<br/><br/>"Alice. that is a very old name. I am Omen. Do you know what this means?"<br/><br/>"Our names...no." The youngster was hiding inside of her own shell. It displeased Omen, and it was precisely why he wanted to loosen her spirit before biting into her, shells taste like gasoline, and fear is only delicious if it has a flavor of hope on it. Pure demise makes for a bitter meal.<br/><br/>"Our names mean everything about us. The way your mother cares for you... I haven't seen that in many years, and for your name to be Alice... For this moment to happen now. Do you know what Irony is?"<br/><br/>The child shrugged. "no."<br/><br/>"hm, I suppose I can show you. What is favorite memory Alice? The one that reminds you of life, happiness, the ends of the Earth... which thought alone gives you joy?"