shadow_master (shadow_master) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-10-09 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: carrick, character: damon salvatore, location: salvatore estate, thread: abandoned, |week: 01, ~date: 07/july 10 |
Who: Damon Salvatore, Lord Carrick
Where: The Salvatore estate
When: Week 1, A couple of hours after dark on Wednesday night
Warning: None yet. To be added to. Probably discussion of slavery and discipline.
Over the course of the last week, a series of moving trucks have been seen parked outside a large, formerly empty house on a hillside slightly apart from the rest of the town. Brooding and solitary, it seems to sit in its own patch of darkness even during sunny days, its long, curving driveway overshadowed by an avenue of pine trees with dense branches.
One some nights, those with sharp eyes may be able to glimpse a dark figure standing at an unlit window. Illuminated only by the waning moon, he remains motionless for motionless for seemingly hours at a time, looking out silently over the town before drifting back and out of view.
In the daylight hours, several human slaves have been observed carrying cases and packing crates. They work with quick, disciplined movements, and there is no idle chatter as the crates are carried inside. The final crate is over seven feet long and at least two feet deep. It takes six men to lift it, and they carry it reverently on their shoulders in the manner of pallbearers at a funeral. This last item is taken deep into the cellars of the house and into a locked room with no windows; a place where the sunlight cannot penetrate.
The evening after the moving trucks have gone, a letter arrives at the door of the Salvatore Slave Colony.
To Mr Damon Salvatore,
Given your status as the leader of the Vampires of Crescent Hills, I feel it only polite to introduce myself. I have recently moved to Colorado from England, and find myself something of stranger in your not so strange land. It has been many years since I visited America. If I recall correctly, during my last visit the women were still in hoop skirts and Colorado itself was little more than a series of work camps and silver mines from which the men barely ever emerged. Incidentally, if you've never pursued your prey underground, I recommend it. It keeps one's hunter instincts sharp.
I hope to call on you at your earliest convenience.
Regards,
Lord Carrick.