Nyx can find you in the night (thesinyouknow) wrote in thedogdays, @ 2011-02-07 19:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | cyrille mulciber |
who: Cyrille Mulciber and Daniel Turpin
why: Death! Mayhem! Murder!
where: Daniel's Home
when: Evening
Rating: r for violence
status COMPLETE
Daniel Turpin sat at the little writing desk in the parlor of his mother’s house, grading papers. His mother was out, doing something far more exciting than he, and with Lisa off at her special school, the house was silent. He disliked grading papers, the one thing he disliked most about being a literature professor. Daniel loved teaching and loved the students he taught, but not the grading. It was going to be a long night.
Little did he know exactly how long a night it was going to be. Cyrille wasn’t exactly a nice person. And after being given this mission, and having waited so long before it, he wasn’t likely to be even cordial. No Cyille wasn’t planning anything pretty. He wore his best robe over his favorite black slacks, and a long sleeved deep blue shirt. His hair was shaggy and loose and his mask firmly in place. He wasn’t going to risk getting caught. Or named. It hadn’t taken long to find Daniel Turpin’s home. Instead of barging in, he grinned wickedly, pulling his hair over his far, tucking into the shadows as he knocked up on the door.
He heard the knock on his door and automatically went to the door. Daniel had no idea who it could be. Perhaps a neighbour needing sugar or something along those lines. Wondering who it could be, curiosity won out. He checked through the peep hole in the door and didn't see anyone. Just in case, he opened the door and didn't see anything or anyone. "Hello? Someone there?" Daniel asked. He stood there for another minute or so, waiting to see if there was any response before heading back inside.
Cyrille stepped from the shadows just before the man turned to go back inside. One hand snaked around his mouth, killing any noise of a struggle to a muffled sound, pushing him as he did so to keep him walking into the house, shutting the door behind him. Without hesitating he whisked his wand out of a sleeve and shuttered all the windows & doors - so no one could see in or get in - and by doing so let the man go. He was playful and wanted the man to try and run. “Of course someone’s there. Did no one ever teach you not to open the door at night?” he said with a voice smooth and almost honey like.
Daniel was caught by surprise at first when a man suddenly appeared. Before he could cry out though, there was a hand covering his mouth as he got pushed back into his own home. Whatever the man had said to him, didn't register. Daniel felt glued to the spot. He was worried about what would happen to him. "You-You're a wizard," he managed to say. The first thought to spring into his mind was Lisa and the owl she had sent to him earlier in the afternoon. If he could get some help? Daniel ran for the kitchen at the back of the house.
Cyrille laughed rather coldly as the man took off running. He lazily flicked his wand out and threw out a Jelly Legs Jinx - one can’t argue with that, it’s just too much fun to use! He took his time walking over to him, humming softly as he crouched down next to the man. “Is anyone supposed to be home soon?” he asked, a glint in his eye. He hoped others would arrive home. If not, oh well. But he hoped. Dark eyes glittered behind the mask, and the man obviously rather enjoying himself already.
He fell hard to the ground as he felt his legs give way beneath him. They felt like...jelly? It was a weird sensation he had never experienced before and he had no way of getting his legs to work properly again. Daniel shook his head. "No-no one. Just-just me," he answered, voice shaky. "Please don't hurt me."
Cyrille shook his head slightly. “Hurt you? I dream of it.” he grinned wickedly and plucked the man up, carrying him into the kitchen. “Disappointing, but that means no one else has to die tonight. Don’t get me wrong. You. Will. Die.” he said as he set the man in a chair. “Question is. Do you want it fast? or slow?” he grinned.
Daniel's eyes widened in horror. Die? He didn't want to die. He had Lisa to raise and be the dad he had always been for her. Daniel struggled. He needed to get out of there and away from this insane bloke. "I don't want to die." Daniel said. He was scared to death, but he needed to fight to survive.
Cyrille laughed rather cruelly - “You don’t get a choice, dear sir.” he grinned a bit and crouched down before him. Long fingers plucked a knife from a drawer, twirling it in his fingers before languidly sticking it into the man’s thigh as if it was just a roast on a counter. “You didn’t answer me, Fast. Slow. Choices choices or I will make it as painful as possible. Think of little Lisa” he damn near purred.
He braced himself knowing he was about to be stabbed by a knife from his own kitchen. When the other man stuck the knife in his thigh, Daniel tried to keep from yelling out from the pain, but it didn't work and he screamed. He didn't want to answer the man because he really didn't want to die. Answering him meant that Daniel couldn't do anything, even though he knew he couldn't do anything right now. "You stay away from her," Daniel muttered.
“I think killing you will be enough for her right now.” he grinned wickedly and easily settled into play for a few minutes. He pulled the knife from the leg and wiped it across the man’s face, slowly. “Smell your life’s blood and know death comes.” Cyrille hummed lightly, deciding what to do next. He grabbed the man’s hand, and pulled it to him. If he struggled, he’d grab tighter, holding the blade up lazily. It was pretty easy to see Cyrille meant to remove hand from arm.
Daniel winced when he removed the knife. He felt dizzy, like he would pass out. He struggled. He did not want this. He had to get help. But struggling was getting him no where. Daniel tried to pull his hand back towards his own body, but it didn't work. If anything the grip on his hand became tighter. "Please don't do this," Daniel begged.
“Please? Please?” he laughed in his face, nearly maniacal with such glee. He grinned a bit and dropped the knife over the man’s wrist. He’d have to strike twice to cut through the whole wrist, letting it fall to the floor, ignoring the blood spray against his skin. He lifted the mask enough to slowly lick the blood from the knife, grinning a bit. “How fun.”
He should have said fast. This was torture and it made him feel more anxious and scared. Daniel screamed as the knife cut through his wrist. He screamed as loud as he could, hoping one of his neighbours could hear. "Someone help me!" Daniel didn't tack on a please, afraid of what this insane man was going to do to him next. He just wanted out of this misery.
Cyrille grinned a bit at him before grabbing a towel and wiping his bloody prints off the knife - not worried about any one finding him but he didn’t like leaving bloody prints all over. It felt unclean. He set the knife aside and grinned at the man. Wand point to the side of his head, he grinned softly and “avada kedavra” he muttered. Once he was dead, he dipped a finger into the blood pooling from his wrist and lazily drew the dark mark upon the wall before casting the dark mark into the sky and apparating out of sight and mind.