<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nologomgmt.com/PhotosRepository/Web/64a4b180-226d-4866-9cfb-4ba545352b56/afb562b1-fd37-4ab4-a78b-ee4f5d78ad85/Resize%20of%20IMG_4719%20c%C3%B3pia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Chamber<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tunic, black trousers, and mocs.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>NPCs, Open<em>Mentioned:</em>Katherine and Vlad<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The traps had worked, but the amount of werewolves The White Wolf had set upon his apartment was the equivalent of a small army. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice, but to have sent an army, he didn’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted by the cowardice. The attack had happened at sunrise. Salazar knew that when he called Dracula, leaving a message at 0600 was going to be awkward. There was nothing any of the vampires could do during the day. The sun was their deadliest weapon and The White Wolf had taken advantage of it. The transition from his apartment to the unknown location he and Katherine were currently was lost to him. He didn’t remember what had happened once the werewolves had stormed the coffin room. It was when he awoke that he realized the damage that had been done.<br/><br/>The vampire was blindfolded and between his teeth was a wooden bit to possibly force his fangs to be displayed for their removal. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs. All he could feel was a cold shackle about his neck, and the weight of his own body. He felt so weak and his senses had never been so strong. There was blood on the air and he recognized it to unfortunately be his own. That alone was what led him to figure out what the werewolves had done to him. The White Wolf’s threat from that night was recited again in his memory. Dismembered…that was what they had done to him.<br/><br/>The loud rusty squeal of iron resonated throughout the chamber he was in. Two werewolves—he could tell by their stench—strode into the room to surround him.<br/><br/>“Look at him. He’s as pale as a sheet. You think he’s lost every drop?” the taller werewolf asked.<br/><br/>The shorter werewolf approached Salazar and crouched before him, inspecting his breathing and he could tell that he was listening to them.<br/><br/>“No. He’s still alive and I bet he’s thirsty for some blood,” he replied.<br/><br/>“White Wolf wants us to get his fangs.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, I know.”<br/><br/>He grasped the vampire roughly by his jaw and against his jerking protests pushed back his lips with his fingers. The shorter werewolf scowled when he saw human teeth.<br/><br/>“Are we sure we have a vampire here?”<br/><br/>“How else is he still alive?”<br/><br/>“Well, he has no fangs.”<br/><br/>“Quit shittin’ me. A vampire has to have fangs. How else does he feed?”<br/><br/>“I don’t know maybe there’s a trick to it.”<br/><br/>Releasing Salazar’s face, the short werewolf stood up and walked back over to his comrade, and the two exited the chamber.<br/><br/>Diego hung his head as he felt his mind beginning to drift. He was desperately hanging onto control for his fangs were all he had left. He didn’t know how Vlad was going to find them. He wasn’t sure if the werewolves left any obvious trails and he wasn’t even sure if they had Katherine in a similar chamber and condition to his own. If he had assumed correctly, then she was probably in a better state than what he was in. Dismembered, defanged, and then next was the burning. They were going to roast him alive.<br/><br/>Hopefully, if Vlad did manage to find them, he would be able to get to Katherine first. She was the important one in this situation, and there was much to be uncovered as long as they had her in their custody. He had lost a lot of blood, and it was only a matter of minutes before he lost his mind and turned into a feral monster. It would be his first time. Salazar liked to believe that he had been too careful to let that happen…until now. The vampire had chosen to live outside The Coven because being alone had allowed him to control his life and better go about completing missions without restriction and supervision. Ever since he met Katherine that girl had gotten him into so much trouble that at times, he didn’t know how he wound up in such a situation.<br/><br/>It might have felt like a nightmare if he had suffered hunger before. There was thirst, starving, and then there was hunger. Hunger was a vampire’s last stop before all intelligence was lost. If he was locked away in this chamber, then he couldn’t hurt anyone. That fact was made even truer with his missing limbs.<br/><br/>The chain was taut and was the only thing keeping his limbless body from lying upon the floor. He was starting to hear voices, and he recognized them to be voices from many years ago, perhaps centuries ago.<br/><br/><em>Give it up. You can’t take them. End this war.</em><br/><br/><em>I will end it. Just you watch.</em><br/><br/>Faint terrified screams sounded from beyond the door before it screeched open, and the werewolves returned dragging in what seemed to be an innocent girl. Upon seeing Salazar’s maimed form, her blue eyes lit up and in a fit of tears she began pleading to be let go.<br/><br/>“Ssh, it’ll be over before you know it,” the shorter werewolf cooed.<br/><br/>Forcing the girl onto her knees, they held her head down, her blonde hair obscuring her face and sticking to her damp, teary cheeks.<br/><br/>The tall werewolf grinned wickedly, “He’s going to go insane.”<br/><br/>Drawing a knife from a sheath at his hip, he reached down and dragged the sharp edge across the girl’s throat. On a gurgling breath, the girl’s blood spilled hotly upon the floor, and its purity instantly wafted into Salazar’s face like the fumes from a great feast. The emotion couldn’t be described. It triggered every starving emotion in his body: hunger, thirst, lust, etc. Salazar’s teeth sank into the bit in his mouth as he tried to resist the virgin blood he sensed.<br/><br/><em>I have given you a second chance…I have given you a second life…if you want to relish in the gift that I have given you, then do not be afraid to take the blood of others. You are not like them…there are no others like you. Do not starve…</em><br/><br/><em>And if I refuse to drink?</em><br/><br/><em>Ha, ha, ha…then you will become what they fear most.</em><br/><br/>Shaking his head wildly, he could feel his conscience slipping. The werewolves laughed as they watched the chain rattle in his struggle.<br/><br/>“Look at him, he’s losing it already,” the short werewolf noted.<br/><br/>“Go over there and get his fangs,” the taller one ordered.<br/><br/>The short werewolf glared at the other werewolf. Since when was he the boss of him? It was only because the White Wolf commanded them to that he listened, but if the tall werewolf thought that he was going to be the one to give the alpha the fangs, then he was wrong. He was going to take the full credit. The short werewolf took a knee before Salazar and grasped his jaw as he had done before. Unlike last time, crimson tears were rolling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin and again upon pushing back his lips, he saw that his teeth had not changed.<br/><br/>“Well?” the tall werewolf questioned.<br/><br/>“Nothing,” the short werewolf answered.<br/><br/>“Fuck!”<br/><br/>The upper and lower rows of Salazar’s canines then began to elongate, crushing the bit in his mouth as the pieces clattered to the floor.<br/><br/>“Ah! I see them!” the short werewolf announced.<br/><br/>“Get them then!” the taller werewolf excitedly exclaimed.<br/><br/>Before the shorter werewolf had a chance to grab one fang, the skin of Salazar’s forehead parted as a large, glistening red eye was revealed. The werewolf was frozen in shock as he watched the red eye dart around the room before it settled on the virgin’s corpse. Salazar’s mouth opened wide and his lungs began to expand with a deep breath. The blonde’s head snapped back in the tall werewolf’s grip as the incision at her throat gushed in a torrent of blood and guts that rushed in a stream over the short werewolf’s shoulder. The short werewolf paled as he felt blood and human meat drench the side of his face and shoulder. He watched it disappear down the vampire’s throat like a vacuum as the girl’s body deflated, shriveling like a raisin until it resembled an empty flesh bag of bones. Her insides and vitals had been completely stripped from her body and were locked away behind Salazar’s teeth as they came together like a hatch.<br/><br/>Dropping the limp corpse, the tall werewolf stared wide-eyed at the limbless captive.<br/><br/>“What the fuck…” he uttered in awe.<br/><br/>From the coagulated gashes where Salazar’s arms used to be, squirted blood that began to weave into numerous vessels and soon those vessels became wrapped in muscle and tissue. As the red eye settled on the short werewolf, a pair of bloody hands snagged the werewolf by the base of his throat and chin, and in one effortlessly jerk, the creature’s head was removed and sent flying over the tall werewolf’s head. The tall werewolf’s eyes followed the flying head until it struck the metal door behind him and rolled over to his feet.<br/><br/>“F-fuck this!” he screamed and the second it took him to turn. The chain had snapped free of the wall and he came face to face with a feral vampire who was no longer without limbs. Staggering backwards, the werewolf tried to plead, “No wait! Please!”<br/><br/>Salazar’s hand ripped through the werewolf’s teeth and emerged out the back of his head. The werewolf went limp as the vampire jerked his hand free of the wolf’s skull. Instead of escape as any intellectual creature might have done, Salazar returned to the puddle of virgin blood that had first spilled and dropped to his hands and knees to begin lapping it up like a dog. The tongue that dragged across the filthy stone floor, soaking up every drop of innocent blood had been inhuman in length and seemed to lengthen the more he drank.