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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 18:37:30 GMT -5
My mind felt like it was in a fog. It took everything I had to just move my foot. From some were above me, I could hear yelling and several things running away. A low moan escaped me as I managed to roll over and lay on my belly. My ears laid on top of my head as my eyes were trying to stay focused as to what was in front of me.
A wall stood in front of me. With some effort, I turned my head left then right to see to see the same thing on both sides. Panic jogged me out of my fog like state as I realized what was going on. My masters were trying to kill me and were now trying to bury me. I put as much power as I could into my legs, trying to jump out of the hole but only managed to get my front paws over as my back legs clawed at the wall, trying to pull my self up.
I wasn't ready to die but my simple paws would not be enough to get out of the grave. My mouth was starting to froth as I struggled, only feeling my self slink back into the whole. No! No! This couldn't be happening! A yowl of pure anger, pain and panic escaped me as I felt my self start to fall back into the hole. I landed on my back, a grunt coming from me as I rolled over back onto my stomach. I started to bark, hopping someone would hear me as I kept trying to jump out of the hole. I tried all the walls, only landing back into the grave as I lost my grip.
This couldn't be happening! I was a good dog! I fought when they told me to and I won! Why were they doing this!? I could not figure out why they were trying to get rid of me, why they would want to. It didn't make sense! But it seemed it was working, I couldn't get out of the hole and I knew that at any moment the guys that were doing this deed would be back soon once they got over their shook to finish the job. I started to bark louder, yipping here and there as I tried to get someone to hear me.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 20:21:05 GMT -5
I hated dogs. Their little barks and yelps were so irritating. Especially when they were small dogs and as far from hard-boiled as you could get. Hard-boiled meaning tough that is. I could hear one not too far off. From the sound of it, he was throwing one hell of a fit. It sure put a damper on the walk I was having. Finally I couldn't take it. Now, I'm not one of our kind who has the luxury of controlling animals, but I was going to make it shut its' kisser.
The grave wasn't too far from where I'd been walking. Visiting is probably the better term, but I digress. I walked quickly over to it. It wasn't until I reached it that I realized the noise was coming from within. I leaned over the deep opening and saw the mutt. He looked as if he'd been through hell and seemed to be in a panic. For a moment I considered my options. I could just leave the mutt to die. It would be one less stray on the street and one less animal to populate the rising, um, population. or I could get him out and go on my way.
Since it wasn't like I was going to lose something by doing so, I decided to get him out. It was the best reward I could give. He'd finally stopped barking. "Hold on doggie." I murmured, dropping into the grave. Picking up the dog I lifted him above my head and put him out on the grass. Being six foot tall had its benefits. I scooted to the back of the grave, shimmied up the side and threw myself onto the grass.
There. My good deed for today is done. Now time for dinner.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 20:36:12 GMT -5
I was about to give up, it seemed that there was no way out. But it seemed that luck was on my side. Someone, more as something, was at the edge of the grave, it mumbled something before jumping down next to me. I squirmed some as the strange thing picked me up but wagged my tail happily as I could see the green grass; it seems this thing was helping me! It was kind of strange since this thing smelled of death, but I was in no position to be picky as to what the hell saved me.
With a happy bark I quickly started to roll around in the grass, trying to get rid of any and all traces on me of that grave. I gave snorts of pure pleasure, grass was one of the few luxuries I ever got. Just this little bit of rolling made me feel like a pup again.
Once I had my fill I rolled back onto my bell and noticed the guy was walking off. My ears went down, already I could hear the guys coming back to finish the deed of killing me. I looked at were the noise was coming from, my mind going back to the beatings I went through. Looking over at the stranger that smelled weird, it would be a good idea to follow him. If anything I could try to win a new home.
I sprang to my feet, trotting after the strange... man like thing. I couldn't place what he was but it was better then the guys that kept me in a small cage! Without looking at him, I walked along side him, mouth open as I had a smile on my maw. Seemed I would be able to live life like a normal dog, the kind that showed up on the small screen the guys had back at kennel.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 20:57:05 GMT -5
I was still brushing the dirt from my shirt when I noticed the dog at my side. I could hear the humans from a distance, but they weren't bothering me. This mutt was. I stopped in my tracks and watched as he stopped too. "Nu-uh." I stated, pointing the opposite direction. "Go." I stated in a firm tone. I frowned. He was still looking up at me.
Leaning down I pushed the dog, wolf, whatever he was, away from me. "Go!" I said more firmly. I was getting more irritated by the minute. No more good deeds for me. They lead to trouble. "Scat. Move. Something!"
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 21:04:23 GMT -5
I stopped when the strange man did as well. I looked up at him with my head cocked to the side, asking him why he was stopping.
'Go.' My ears went down when I heard that; it seemed that I wasn't wanted. Well, tough for him. I perked my ears up and started to wag my tail at him. My grin wider as I now had my tongue out as well, teasing him kind of.
'Scat. Move. Something!' When his hands came out to push me I just licked them. I saw the little chew toys do it when they were with the female humans. Those little squeaking rats were not dogs but some under weight cat, but at least they seemed to have shown me something.
I could tell that he was still not buy it. In a last ditch effort, I went down into a play bow. My tail was going crazy as I still had that goofy grin on my face, trying to warm him up to take me home with him.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 21:17:40 GMT -5
After a growl escaped my lips, I turned and just began to walk. Fine, the dog could follow me. Maybe he'd get run over or see a pretty bitch. Bitch. Ha. Anyway, I had better things to do than play "Go away" with something that probably couldn't even understand me. I needed to get out of the cemetery. The humans here were all together and I felt like taking a solitary victim. Playing ninja was not in my plans for the evening. Just a drink and then work. That club didn't run itself. I glanced back. Yup, still following me. Well. Maybe he could...make like a cat and keep the rats out. Maybe he could protect my property during the day? Well. maybe the mutt would be useful. After all, how often is it that a dog reacts well around a vampire?
My hunger punched up a notch as I headed back into town. I kept to the places that were the worst off. I had a family I was working slowly on. A bunch of dealers and addict. They were almost too easy. The cops paid no attention. It was just a bunch of overdoses and gang murders to them. It did a lot of good for me.
"Come on, Fido. If you're following me be on the look out for me." I murmured to the dog at my heels.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 21:29:48 GMT -5
I jumped around when he said I had to watch him. That was easy. No one would want to mess with a dog that defied death millions of times and knew how, and didn't mind, tearing out a throat or two. An easy job and maybe I could get a belly rub, those looked like they felt good.
My ear flicked back in annoyance though when it finally dawned on me what he called me. Fido. Such a bland name. I shook my head, letting out a sound of distaste to the whole thing. Humans were so narrow minded, naming a dog with the first thing that came to mind.
No, he would have to learn my name and fast but I would have to go by that awful name of Fido until I could find something to show him my name, heck, a nickname would do right now. I just nodded at his last words, agreeing to watch his back while he did whatever he did.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 21:46:51 GMT -5
My brow quirked slightly. Seemed like the dog knew what I was saying. Well, that was a lot better than having to train him. I got a lucky break. Hopefully he was house trained too. I leaned down and scratched his head. "Good Dog." I tried to be a good...master? I stood and turned back toward the street. I made toward a small house. It was run down and looked as if it would fall down any minute. I could hear the laughs coming from the window. One of their own had died the night before, another before that. Now they were down to three.
Sensing the one I was looking for, a beauty named Samantha, I went around the back. I slipped in through the door and headed up the stairs as quietly as possible. She had become 'ill'. Her roommates were used to this happening. It was only a matter of time before she too passed away. They were just staying away in hopes that they wouldn't get 'it.'
I had taken a small drink from her the evening before, but now I wanted more. I slid into the bed and smiled slowly at her as she woke. "Who are you?" She coughed. Samantha turned to look at me. "I'm here for you." I whispered, drawing my fingers down her smooth cheek. "To take you to your man." I lowered my head and pressed my lips to her neck. " Chet?" She whispered as I began to drink.
Her heartbeat didn't take long to stop. She was willing and easy. I could taste the chemicals on my tongue. Sammy girl was still hyped up on some stuff. I headed downstairs again and snuck past the living room. "Come on boy let's head to work." I whispered as I closed the door behind me. A quick death and a clean exit. The perfect execution.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 22:03:10 GMT -5
I wagged my tail. It was nice to be called a 'good buy' without having blood on your face after winning a fight. My new master went through a door but I did not enter, fear lingered in the house and I did not care to see just why it was there. Instead, I went to exploring the yard, peeing on a tree here or there.
A growl came from me, it seemed that the people that lived here owned a dog, male at that. The faint smell of blood was in the air, seeming to come from the room that my master was in. That was all I needed. I was back in the pits, a male dog was in front of me. It did not matter that he was asleep and tied up, he was in front of me and was between me and my next meal.
I lunged at the bulldog, hitting my mark before he could so much as wake up. He let out a yelp, but that was it before I had his air supply cut off. It didn't take long, it seemed the dog wasn't well feed to begin with. He fell limp after a while, I could only grin as I enjoyed the feeling of a fighting dog dye in my jaws.
He fell to the ground as I let go of his neck. My stomach growled, reminding me that I had not eaten all day. I never had dog before, or if I did I just didn't realize it with all the other stuff in the food I was given. With a quick wag of the tail, I started my feast.
'Come on boy let's head to work.' I heard the call even though I was at the back of the house and he was at the front, it seemed the strange man did want me after all. With a groan, I left my half eaten meal and walked over to master. I licked my bloody maw, trying to clean it of the gore that was on it but knew it would take several washing before it would go away completely. I gave him a wag of the tail as I looked up at him, waiting for him to lead the way to this so called 'work'.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 22:11:50 GMT -5
I looked down to find the dog beside me, bloody mouth and everything. "What have you been..." I shook my head and sighed. No big deal. Might as well have a vampire pet too. I pushed my hands in my pocket and began to walk toward town. I knew before I got to work I'd have to stop at a pet store and buy a leash or something. I couldn't walk a dog into town without a leash. Maybe I could keep him tied up in the back. As my mind spun, I went closer and closer to the center of the city. After the pet shop, I had to visit the bath.
It wasn't long before we got there. I got a spiked collar, because any pet of mine has to have some status, and a black leash. I'd get some food for him later. I put both items on him and began to lead him to Bathory's. A test awaited him. I was sure once he got to the door he'd begin to freak out. Normal animals don't just walk into a den of supies and stay calm.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 22:26:21 GMT -5
I watched as my new master went into a pet store, coming back out shortly with a leash and a collar. I nodded my head at the spike collar, glad that it was acutely good looking and nothing sissy like. He put it around my neck and clipped the leash to it. I styled it, wishing I could see it but would have to do with what he said.
He tugged on the leash, telling me to get walking. I quickly caught up, something telling me that he could easily drag me along the pavement if I didn't walk willingly. An uneasy feeling came over me though as we walked. It seemed that the more we walked, the closer we got to some place that had strange smells in it. More strange smells like my masters death smell, and other's were faint, but they got closer with each step. My ears went down, uneasy about the whole thing.
I looked up at the man that held my leash, wondering just what he was and why we were going to such a place.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 22:38:44 GMT -5
"Come on doggie, calm down. No one will kill you." I tried to avoid scoffing. No, they wouldn't stoop to killing a pet if it wasn't human. They'd be more curious than anything. I wasn't known to have a love for animals. I was known as charming, and social, but I never got too close to anything. "You have nothing to worry about." I slid the handle of the leash farther up on my arm. I pulled out a card and showed it to the bouncer as I passed through the door. The ghoul, a human servant infused with immortal blood, couldn't do anything but let me in.
I maneuvered through the crowd and into the back. I nodded to a couple of my colleagues and made my way to a small stair well in the very back room. I moved down into it. The scent of the underground was thick around me. A city of the underworld, ten thousand times better than any Sewer, was laid under the ground that belonged to us and our families. It was our home and I was about to introduce my new pet to it.
"Welcome to the underground, canine." I grinned, moving to the end of the stair well and opening a large door. It opened out into the other half of the bath. Supies were notifiable on each side. I said hello to a few people here and there as I made my way out of the club and toward my own. It seemed it would be a good night to be open.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 22:48:52 GMT -5
I put my feet out in front of me, trying to keep from getting pulled into the strange building. The guy in front of the door was not human. But, my master proved his strength by pulling me in as though I was a toy.
As the door opened, I struggled more, shaking my head as I tried to get away. These things down here were not human. Strange smells and scents came at me. My fur stood on edge, I couldn't help but feel threatened by some of the smells. Something was tugging at the back of my mind but I couldn't quite find it, it kept yelling danger though as I smelled more of that death smell.
It was all so strange. I was use to killing and to death and yet the smell in here made my fur itch. My stomach turned. It was taking all of my will power to keep my meal down as I hugged my body close to my master leg, crawling along the ground once I knew I could not get away. I was breathing hard, heaving for air even though nothing was near me to harm me.
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Post by Arin on Jan 8, 2009 22:57:12 GMT -5
Half-way down the street I stopped and looked at the dog. With a little frown I dropped to my knees and petted him. "Look, you have me as a master or you're on the streets...up there, not down here. If you want me to be your master you have to get used to it." I looked the dog in his eyes and smiled. "So, mutt, you with me?" I scratched behind his ear.
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Post by thanatos on Jan 8, 2009 23:19:10 GMT -5
It was a simple choice, put up with the freaks here or run the risk of having the thugs try and kill me. I gave my master a lick on the face, but still hugged close to him. There wasn't much I could do but my hackles still stayed up.
Something down here was putting me on edge and I would find out what it was as soon as I could and take care of it if I could. It seemed we were getting a little closer to the smell that made me on edge. I kept my eyes peeled for what ever it was, hopping to find it.
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