Cold Heart
Twelve
Serenity and Serena
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Monastery, Southwest,
Nordat.
Monk:
???
[Doing
his evening rounds, the lowly old monk noticed someone kneeling at the front of
the Shrine; it was a tattooed woman scantily clad. As he came closer, he
noticed the tattoos on her body pulsing, bleeding slowly. A pool of blood was
surrounding her. He wrapped the beads around his hand slowly…]
Monk:
[Approaching] Ah, yes my dear? Is there something I can help you with?
Rouge:
[Without turning to face him.] No, that is quite alright. I was merely just
praying.
Monk:
But, your hurt…Might I be able to help…
Rouge:
If you value your life, you better walk away…
Monk:
[Stunned] Wha..What?
[The
pool of blood started to bubble in front of the monk’s feet, looking down. The
last thing he saw was spikes of blood rushing up to his face, his body twitched
a for second or two before going slack. The spears retracted into the pool, the
monk falling face first into it. High up in the rafters above Rouge, something
stirred, there was one, followed by another, and another. Catching the scent of
human blood the eyeless creatures swooped down, five of them, surrounding the
body of the monk feasting on his remains, clawing and chewing through his robe,
to get to his flesh. Rouge continued to pray, praying for a bloodbath…
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Serenity’s Room
[Serenity,
dressed only in a long T-shirt lay across her bed looking at the many dresses
sprawled on the floor. Her room was an unkempt mess whenever she came by for a
visit. Hard rock blasted from a boom box resting on her dresser. For the past
thirty minutes she had been trying to choose an appropriate dress for tonight;
so far she narrowed it down to five. ]
Serenity:
Hmmm, that one isn’t too bad, but I
haven’t worn that one in a year. That one I never even wore, but something
about it…just doesn’t fit me.
[There
was a knock at the door.]
Serenity:
[Rolling of the bed to her feet.] Yes?
Serena:
It’s me…
Serenity:
Oh, [Getting to her feet opening the door to face Serena, they made eye contact
for only a brief period before she was unable to look at her.] Serena…hi..
Serena:
May I come in?
Serenity:
Oh sure! Come on in!
[Serena
entered, looking around Serenity’s bedroom; clothes littered the ground, along
with magazines, leftover foot, and other trinkets.]
Serena:
Nice room.
Serenity:
Oh, sorry, I’ve been busy trying to figure out a dress. [sighing] How to act…
Maybe I’ll find myself a nice “puppy” or two. [Laughing]
Serena:
[Looking at Serenity’s dresser, scanning the different perfumes and cosmetics.]
So your fifty today…you must be so proud. Not many lycanthropes make it this
far in – [She stopped herself. It was a rude thing to say, but from the look of
her sister she knew…] Forgive me…
Serenity:
It’s ok…I know I’m the luckiest of all “half-breed” lycans. Born without the
madness, but stile unable to bear….[Looking at her sister with shame in her
eyes.] But that’s ok! I’m fifty today and look twenty, more than I can say for
any woman I know! Except for Rayne
maybe, come on “sister” [Stressing the word] What brings you here to my room?
Serena:…I
don’t know how to say this…But I need a dress.
I afraid that in my time on this earth I haven’t needed one, but since
this is a special occasion…
Serenity:
Oh! I see! [Taking her sister’s hand for the first time taking her to her
closet.] You want to look good for him.
Serena:
[Taken back] What?
Serenity:
[Digging through her wardrobe] Oh don’t play stupid! I know how you looked upon
him, and the way he looked at you. [Pulling out a dress or two] Now the only
thing is…[Raising a red dress in front of Serena’s frame] Just what dress will make
him really notice you…
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Solomon's Chambers
[Vergil
approached the door to Solomon's bedroom, dressed in a white long coat with
silver trim; his hair slicked back, much like his father's. Lightly he knocked
on the door. There was a moment of silence before there was a response.]
Solomon:
Come in Vergil...
Vergil:
[Entering] Your nose is still as strong as ever.
[Solomon
stood before his mirror, dressing in his most formal of robes; leaning against
the mirror was his sword, Dragmus. The dragon hilt's ruby eye sparkled as
Vergil laid eyes on it. Many a time he had wanted to try out the devil arm, the
power locked away was tempting to Vergil.]
Vergil:
I see your bringing out that old piece of junk.[Walking over, picking up the
huge sword.] Hard to believe you were the hero in The Jade Dragon. I've
heard the fairytale a lot as a child.
Solomon:
[Grinning] Yes, I still can't believe I survived myself. You look very
presentable, much like your father.
Vergil:
[Setting the sword down] I'm going to be leaving after the party.
Solomon:
So soon?
Vergil:
I must. Even though I didn't get much from that old woman, I did manage to pick
up some information at the town's library. [Smirking] I think I have found a
lead.
Solomon:
I thought you would at least stay a little while, what with Serenity's
birthday, and the arrival of Serena, I...
Vergil:[Cutting
him off] No, I must continue.
Solomon:
To gain power?
Vergil:
Yes...
Solomon:
And you would risk opening the gates of hell in order to achieve that goal?
Vergil:
[Looking directly into Solomon's eyes.] I will do whatever it takes. And those
who would stand in my way will fall.
Solomon:
...I see. [Putting his cape on, sheathing Dragmus, he held back a cough.] Are
we ready?
Vergil:
Yes, quite.
Solomon:
The let it begin...
