What We Don't Want To See.

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Churches. Places of worship. Stupid they were to the vampire. Graveyards and infirmaries were his specialty. But he found solace in walking into a place where the people prayed to a god or goddess. Not because it made him feel any better. But because he meant to mock such holy places.

It felt great to cause a little bit of chaos once in a while. Except with him, he liked to do it in better ways than a common criminal or mastermind. Too many years from the past was spent killing people after instilling so much fear on them. Becoming a legend was a fun bit to play in this day and age. Or for as long as he could make it happen.

He lifted his chin as he looked up at the statue of the goddess Almora. Said to be but a commoner that stopped a war by stepping between two men of royalty fighting over her. He scoffed inwardly, but made not a single sound as he felt the warmth of the candles caressing the pale skin of his face. He was dressed in black, looking like nothing but a sore spot in such a nice place.

He narrowed his gaze and looked at the statue a little longer before turning his attention to the rest of the dim, candle-lit church. It was warm in here, but the chilly air outside would be welcoming once he was out of here. But he wasn't ready to leave just yet. For the quiet atmosphere gave him a better time to think about the situation with the two other vampires he traveled with.

But thoughts of such a dilemma weren't troubling as much as someone may think. He was here in the city of the kingdom to scope out what he could as far as the residents went. What kind of people they were and such. Their fears were many and familiar to the Boogeyman. These people would be easy to feed from. Easy to instill a fear that would have them running in terror. Waking up in the the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Trying their best to go on about their lives knowing something was stalking them.

Yet they may try to come to this church and one day, they'd find out it wasn't exactly as safe as they thought it might be. Coriander narrowed his gaze and stood there at the altar, his back to the statue of the goddess. No one was around for the priest had retired for the night. Coriander would give him a couple more days of peace before he started mentally terrorizing the poor old man.

He lifted his chin and looked around. Bored. He was bored. But the night was still young and he had his interests in a couple of people to stalk for the future. Just for the thrill of cutting their hearts out while they were still alive. Coriander had a goal to make this city fear the Boogeyman. As always, he would enjoy ever bloody minute of it.

[Rosier Moore]

He was growing sick and tired of hunting stray travelers on the roads. Not just because it was a hassle to go out of town just to feed, not just because he was tired of waiting up in a tree for the next passerby. But because never had he been to a town that was able to keep him out such as this one- and they didn't even know it.

During his little time in Avaleur he had concluded a few things- that the citizens, due to the tragedies that happened to them, rarely went anywhere alone. Those that had, or, those that Rosier had met, seemed to be of a more strong type of person. Someone he wouldn't want to deal with. And he also learned that it would take a while before he would be a problem in this town. But the man was stubborn- he wasn't about to give up and leave just yet.

Normally Rosier would camp out in the alleys, to see if anyone would pass him by late in the night. But no such luck had passed him by at that point. So he decided to start stalking people- starting with the church. Not everyone, of course- just one person to follow, to see when they would slip up and make a mistake that Rosier could take advantage of.

He wore his usual bartender outfit, and his red hair came down over his eyes. He brushed them out of the way, showing the pure black that lay in them. A sleeve covered the bite scar he had received as a young boy, a mark that shamed him gratefully. The man shivered slightly- it was colder than he had anticipated, but despite this he moved forward to reach his destination.

Quietly, he stepped into the church. The light made his eyes flinch as he adjusted to the brightness. As his eyes scanned the room, he squinted. His blurred eyesight was always a pain in his ass, never fully getting used to not being able to see properly. Only a few heads turned as he sat at the back of the room, before his eyes moved to the ground, pretending to pray as he thought.

Rosier moved his head up once more to look around the room. This time, he listened to the beating hearts of those in the room. Each person he looked at- seeing who was strong, fast, able to take him on. He looked for those that were weak, or sick, he didn't care. He wanted to kill someone in this town- not someone traveling. His eyes rested on each and every single person, until his eyes landed on one, and he squinted his eyes once more.

No heartbeat?

It took him a moment to realize the inevitable. He hadn't seen any of his own kind in Avaleur yet, and for that he was thankful- ever since he had turned, he had been petrified of them. But sitting in the room with him that very moment was another vampire.

His first thought was to run- get out of there as fast as he could, back home, never to look back again. His eyes whipped right to the statue in shock, shaking slightly as his fists clutched at the knees of his pants. Rosier wanted to believe that man wasn't a vampire, but that was very unlikely. It was funny- the people of Avaleur were used to most races, other than werewolves. And yet, he himself, a vampire, couldn't stand other vampires?

Thinking himself weak for the thought of running, Rosier stayed in place, deciding to keep calm and to continue his original task of finding a person to hunt. But with that other vampire in the room, he could barely keep concentrated. Despite his hate for the gods and goddesses, he just prayed that the other vampire had not noticed him.

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People were here indeed. About four of them this time of the night. They may have expected the priest to come and give a small sermon of some sort. But Coriander had killed that man in his small room in the back. Left a bloody mess for someone to find eventually. He wouldn't be found until a few days later perhaps if he was lucky. He blinked for a moment and took notice of all of the faces. Four hearts beating. But there were now five people in here. Coriander took notice of the other and stared at him.

Another vampire. Quint and curious it may be. Coriander had seen many other vampires. Yet he was a little wary as to why there weren't others in this fine little kingdom. However, it didn't matter to him at all. Because the less competition he had around here, the better the chance of taking of the city of the kingdom little by little. It had been so long since Coriander had ruled a small village or town for himself. And the power he felt over those people were amazing. And he had to have it again. Starting here perhaps.

He stepped up to the podium, reaching up and placing his hands on either side of the wore old wood. He stood straight and looked over the humans, having taken his eyes off of the other vampire. His eyes made contact with the four humans, but two of them caught his attention. A couple. Man and woman. They were looking at him, though a bit strangely. Coriander was not the man they'd usually see. But Coriander offered no smile or reaction. He stared right at them. He bore into their soul by that and saw what he would use against them. A fear.

The others would have to wait however. As for the other vampire. May he take this as a lesson or a warning or a show of what Coriander was capable of. Coriander was not the sort of man to get into a physical fight. He gave up learning physical strengths as a vampire to instead learn what his mind and influence could do to people. It had proven to be far more effective. He spoke up now, keeping eye contact with the two he had found close by a few pews away. Let us pray...

While the other people bowed their heads, the two people keeping eye contact noticed his eyes, but they couldn't look away. Coriander continued speaking, letting his colorless gaze set into their minds. He was setting the fear into play. They were afraid of the dark. And the more he spoke, the darker the church, their reality was getting. It was a simple illusion. Only the two people would experience such a pitch black darkness. The other two people and the vampire would see no change in their surroundings.

I pray to Almora to take me up, but if she feel's I've failed.
That things I've done are not enough and heaven I'm not entailed.
I ask of her just one more favour and that's a sign so I can know.
That my soul won't make it to the sky and hell is where I'll go.
Know with this I've done my best but I guess it's not enough.
So I'll lay my conscience down to rest and say goodbye with hate.
Do what it takes to get where I want cause I can't get there with fate.
Hate who I hate and love who I love, it's my own choice to make.
No longer rely on a girl up above, my soul my own to kill.
Which allows me to try what I wouldn't, like cheat or lie or steal.
And in my feet I feel hell beneath and know it is my truth.
So before I leave I plan to eat as much forbidden fruit.
Of course I still pray you take my soul to the gate but if indeed I'm cursed.
Just tell me my fate before you take me away so I can burn on earth.

To the two people he was staring at, the room went completely dark. They pinched their eyes shut. Afraid of the dark they both were. And in their minds, they heard sounds. Horrifying sounds. Screeches, screams, blood-letting, yells, roars. Like they were surrounded by creatures of the underworld. But Coriander knew he had them in his mind's grasp. The other two humans were staring strangely at him for that prayer. To the rest, the church was as it appeared before.

Coriander glanced to the other two humans and the vampire, but settled on the ones with heartbeats. He didn't pay attention to the couple shrouded in their own mental darkness. For if they opened their eyes, they wouldn't see light anyway and would be convinced they had gone blind. Chaos was close to happening as they held tightly to each other. The man wrapping his arms protectively around his woman. But Coriander could smell the adrenaline. It was sweet and enticing. He looked at the two human men remaining.

There is a moment when nothing can be wiped out and left behind any more, when there is only reality and reality is horrifying. Unless you know how to deal with such a place and time. Learn to control it and the people within. But humanity is weak and powerless. You conform to beliefs that you think will keep you safe. There are other things so dark and dangerous. Nothing can stop it from engulfing your souls, your body, your mind... your heart.

While he stared at them, they were simply too scared to move. He glanced at the vampire, wondering if he was going to say or do anything before he finished the humans off. It would be a bloodbath in here for certain. Just in time for the morning worship hours from then. It would be the talk of the town with how Coriander was going to leave this place. That's what the Boogeyman wanted.

[Rosier Moore]

Oh gods, he's looking at me, the vampire clenched his fists tighter to his knees. What was this vampire doing, anyhow? Rosier was not sure. All he knew was that the other vampire was looking at him, and in Rosier's mind, like he were a piece of meat.

Was he trying to scare the people? Hunt them? Did he know Rosier was a vampire? Of course he did, it was fairly obvious. And what were those people doing? Why did they look so scared?

These thoughts ran in Rosier's head as he stared at the vampire, paralyzed with fear. It had been years since he had locked eyes with another vampire- sure, he had seen them, but he usually went unnoticed. And Rosier would slip away, never to see them again. This time it wouldn't be so easy. The other vampire was clearly older than himself, which frightened Rosier even more.

But, he was hungry, and he couldn't let another person stop him from getting what he needed. Even if that thing was his worst fear.

With a few moments of hesitation, Rosier sat up straight and called out to the other vampire, "If I were you, I'd sit back down and shut my trap." What the fuck did I just say.

Shock slowly spread across his face. He was dead, totally dead. He wasn't that strong, faced off with another vampire. Not to mention he couldn't do it- that one act of bravery was all he had. That was it. Done. No more bravery. All he was now was a pitiful puddle of fear. It was at that moment where he wished more than ever he wasn't afraid of other vampires.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but shut it, deciding to keep quiet and run if necessary.

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Coriander lifted his chin slightly, watching the humans too frozen in their fear to make any sudden movements. They knew Coriander wasn't human now. But it was already too late to do or say something. That creature had come into a safe house where they could pray for protection or salvation or something they needed. Coriander scoffed inwardly at their selfishness. Well he had been once upon a time. And when bad people were selfish, you took things away from them. Limbs, freedom, choice... Life.

Something to be taken away would often cause the vampire much satisfatcion. Especially when it came to the human heart. Coriander was a hound for hearts. He wouldn't much care for the body, but that organ was the prize of all his kills. He glanced at the other vampire and wondered if he was here to eat or hunt as well. Coriander could care less. One of these humans could be sacrificed to another vampire if he so wished. His two were the prizes that were clutching to each other. However, when the other vampire spoke up and yelled at him, the Boogeyman's head snapped in his direction.

If you were me? Coriander asked him. By now, the Boogeyman started walking away from the podium and down the center aisle. He walked like he owned the place, but with the skill and the grace of a man of wealth and power. He came close to the pews with the humans that were too afraid to move, pointing at them as he stared at this other vampire. The other humans that were living in their own nightmarish fear were forgotten for the moment. Coriander spoke, letting his dark, sinister and monotonous tone ring out quietly in the large open room.

You are more than welcome to feast upon the flesh these selfish humans give unto us. I already have my two bits of meat cowering and clinging to each other. They believe themselves to be in nothing but darkness right now. Even when they open their eyes, they will see nothing, nor hear what we say to them. Go go ahead and have the other two, seeing as I doubt you would come in here begging for forgiveness from a stone gargoyle. he looked up at the statue of Almora. He was unimpressed and looked back to Rosier.

I will leave you to your own, but you best hurry up before these humans remember that they have legs. Then you might as well go hungry, child. That would be such a shame for someone who takes their own advice after giving it to one that hunts in greater skill. Now... Pardon me. he stated and turned to the couple he had influenced, feeling and smelling their fer rising higher. And if you don't kill those two, I will find them later on... Make them suffer for it. So give them a quick death if you wish...

[Rosier Moore]

Firstly, Rosier was scared shitless. Nearly trembling with fear- but trying so hard to hold into his knees for support. He was also greatly surprised- he wasn't dead yet. He had thought he would have been already. But no, it seemed as if this vampire was not interested in him. Yet. Rosier was thinking twice about talking back to the man as well. He must have been an older vampire. He had called Rosier a child, anyhow.

Secondly, he was shocked about how this vampire had managed to capture his target. They were in complete darkness? He had never heard of such a thing that a vampire could do. Rosier, after all, avoided the beasts as much as possible.

Thirdly, as the other vampire spoke, it sounded as if he thought Rosier would actually care about killing the two other humans. Which he did- but not because of morals, or anything. He would have killed them later on. But that wasn't how he did things- he hunted. Surprised them. Looked at the shock in their eyes as their life left their body. If he killed them like this, he would not gain that satisfaction.

Rosier gulped down the lump in his throat.

"I'm more of a hunter, thanks," he spoke, his voice shaking. Even as he tried to keep in his composure as much as he could. It was truly one of the most pitiful things most would ever see- Rosier was normally a very cocky man. And now? He could barely move. Barely speak. Every part of his body screamed that he was petrified.

"And I'm not really one to c-care if someone dies or not, or how they die. J-Just if I'm the one to kill them," his breathing became rapid. Shut up, Rosier, shut up. he screamed to himself in his head, still a bit wide-eyed.

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Younger vampires just weren't his cup of tea. The ways in which they handled their own lives or how they hunted. The better qualities of what it meant to be a creature of the shadows had seemed to be going extinct. Which was why Coriander had taken on a pupil and hoped Julien was wise to choose others to continue carrying on the Boogeyman qualities. Coriander looked at the other vampire. No pity for such a being like this. Sure, it was fulfilling to be feared, but by another vampire?

Suit yourself. he spoke and turned away.

The Boogeyman paid little to no attention to the other for the time being. He drew closer to his other two scared victims instead and held back the urge to simply rip them to shreds. He was far more controlled after centuries of ordeals he had gone through and such. He reached out and grasped the man by the back of the neck, digging his fingers in and causing a slight pinch. In the darkness that the man was experiencing, his mind made up a creature that had attached itself to him.

His arms flew off from around his lover. She opened her eyes to the world, but still, she only saw darkness. She was screaming out his name, but he wasn't answering. She started to cry hysterically, believing she was alone as the screams and sounds echoed in her mind. Coriander had driven someone to complete madness like that before. She would stay in place until it was her turn.

Coriander kept hold of the back of the man's neck, pulling him into the center aisle and throwing him onto the floor. He stopped squirming suddenly and just lay there, limp and unresponsive. The vampire glanced briefly to the other tree in the room with a dangerous look, pulling out a small knife from a belted satchel. Before long, he kelt down next to the still man, his eyes wide open in terror. His breathing was short and harsh. His body solid and still, but he was running in his mind, trying to find his lover.

The smell of the adrenaline was driving Coriander mad with hunger and soon, the small knife plunged into the man's chest and ripped straight down to his belly button. Coriander ripped the shirt open and away from the open wound. The man didn't make a sound. He was screaming on the inside however. Pain wreaked havoc inside him and his heart only beat harder and faster. But Coriander didn't stop.

He brought the knife to each end of the clavicle and sliced in a 'Y' cut to tear open the skin over the chest with ease. Innards and muscle were easily seen, but nothing held more importance than what lay beneath the ribs, beating with madness like a stampede of farm animals. He wanted the man silent lest he attract more attention from those outside the church at this time in the night. He had tunnel vision and soon brought the broad end of the handle down upon the rib cage, cracking almost all of the ribs in one shot.

Blood was spilling everywhere, but Coriander was a messy one. Just another way to really horrify the public if he needed. As he would plan his next attack on the female, Coriander torn open the pieces of the rib cage and reached into the man's chest cavity with both hands now. One hand holding the knife and cutting the arteries. The other cupping the heart itself. Soon, the fleshy piece of muscle was free and Coriander pulled it from the body in a calm and vigorous fashion. Now, he held it in front of his stoic, emotionless face. His pale eyes looked up at Rosier, leaning his head in and running his tongue along the outside of the muscle for such a taste.

By all means... he started before he stood up completely. He took the heart and held it slightly above his head and leaned back a bit. Warm blood spilled out of the heart and into the vampire's open mouth. Not perfectly, as it was getting all over his chin, cheeks and neck, but the taste was just electrifying. After drinking a mouthful or two, Coriander turned to look at Rosier again, placing the heart in the seat of the pew. Something took interest in the back of his mind. Rosier's fear...

Why do you fear me, child? he asked, clearly interested. He started coming forward little by little. The other two humans were slowly moving to sneak out of there. And that one lady in here... She was still sobbing.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier was frozen as this mysterious vampire fed. Complete shock was evident on his entire body. And then- then the vampire began to speak to him once more.

His body tensed up even tighter than before. His fists were white. Eyes threatening to shut, and not reopen. Rosier wanted him gone. And yet, he seemed pretty content with saying. And his question. Rosier couldn't lie to this vampire- he clearly knew how to mess with minds. Human minds, at least. And Rosier did not want to take any chances. But how does one explain why they are petrified of their own kind?

Rosier didn't wait to tell him anything. But fear has a way to make anyone desperate. He wanted out.

He bit the inside of his cheek slightly. Typically, Rosier killed in a cleaner way. He never wanted to get his clothing dirty. A swift kill, a feast, and then he was done. And to top it off, the usual pleasure of seeing the surprise and shock in the victims faces. But this? Completely destroying a victim's body? It was too much for him.

His mind could not help but wander to the thought of the same thing happening to him.

His mouth opened again, as much as he wished to keep it shut. "I s-suppose suffering the change as a child effected me," he leaned back in his seat to get further from the vampire, but it wasn't really working. "I-I'm sure most would fear the thing that n-nearly cost them their life."

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It was brutal. It was bloody. It was everything Coriander enjoyed doing to the human body. Forget normal feeding. Forget any sort of carnal desires. Coriander loved ripping his victims to shreds to get at the heart. Where the blood was the tastiest, the purest, the best. The oldest and the newest. Where it was the hottest and the one thing that could really satisfy his thirst. The Boogeyman took no shortcuts when he wanted only the best.

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and his chin, landing on his fine, dark clothing or onto the floor of the church with silent ease. His pale eyes faced the vampire ahead of him as he drew nearer, even sensing that fear from one of his own kind. Such a pity to see a sight like that. But it made Coriander realize that he may be old, but he had worked to become superior.

His tongue drew out, licking the blood from his lips silently. He listened to the stuttering explanation, avoiding the urge to blink as he appeared disgusted. The experience of the change? Well that tended to be horrible for just about anyone. Coriander's had been no exception. After seeing his wife murdered and had been in the process of getting himself killed.

He got close enough, watching Rosier leaning back as far as he could in his seat, but it wasn't working to get Coriander away from him or vice versa. Coriander came right up to him and leaned in, putting a hand on either side of Rosier's head, gripping the back rest of the pew and stared at the young vampire. He cocked his head slightly, as if trying to read what was on Rosier's mind, but he was merely sizing him up. Getting him afraid all the more.

We all fear something, child... But you are no longer alive. You are nothing but a dead shell with a need for blood. A need to feed off of another's life and existence. You have no heart beat, child. You're still young enough to hang onto your emotions as if it will matter. THAT is why you fear... Because you must still think you're really alive. Despite the fact you're colder than a corpse and bite into the life veins of the living. he stated and paused for a moment.

Imagine if for once you could stand up against whatever you fear because you know you're immortal. Very few things can kill you because you're not human any more. You're faster. You're stronger. You can learn abilities that you never thought you had before. he paused and blinked finally, but looked at Rosier more intently. What would you feel if you could cause someone the greatest harm you could imagine.... Just think what you could do if you didn't show such weaknesses to the world because you hang onto your humanity...

[Rosier Moore]

He was trembling. Rosier had not been this close to another vampire since he was a child. And now? This vampire could snap his neck in half, as his hands rested on both sides of his head. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. Opened it. Shut it.

"I-I'm not much for h-humanity...don't give much of a shit a-about anything," he turned his head away from the other vampire, shutting his eyes. He wanted the vampire gone. The fresh smell of blood filled his nostrils even more now than it had before, now that the vampire was so close.

He gulped down the lump in his throat once more, thinking about other things to try and make him happy. There wasn't much that could change the state he was in now though.

"A-And I believe...believe that I have a r-right to fear v-vampires...I may be i-immortal...but that doesn't mean t-that my kind can't k-kill me themselves," his voice got worse as he spoke. He crossed his arms close to his chest, and pulled his legs onto the chair, pulling himself almost into a tight ball. A protective barrier- though not very protective.

"T-Trust me...I'm not t-the most emotional one a-around," his eyes shut even tighter, wishing that this wasn't happening. Wishing that the vampire wasn't around him- let alone so close to him.

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Coriander didn't like coming across other vampires that seemed to have some sort of identity crisis. This was why he assumed vampires were making themselves a helluvalot easier to get killed. Because they kept hanging onto their humanity, mingling with the past lives and getting into situations that ended their lives. He thought little of them and often found enjoyment in messing with their mind or liberating them to be something better.

Unfortunately, one too many vampires decided against his advice or his mental prodding and continued with whatever they were doing. Coriander wouldn't pursue them afterwards. If they lived to see another day, then that was their good deed. But if he had the time to do so, he'd be killing them left and right to weed out not only the competition for food, but to keep the weak from becoming a problem. Julien was his one student and he was something strong. That, Coriander was proud of.

But as he looked upon Rosier, he didn't see anything but a scared, undead human. Rosier was something Coriander would want to rid this world of in a heartbeat. Why had someone changed him when he was a child in the first place? To get a kick out of it? Whatever their reason, Cori was sure they knew it would make Rosier suffer in more than one way. Vampires were supposed to display themselves as higher beings because they were better than humans and most other creatures. They weren't supposed to stutter and grovel at the feet of their own kind.

There is purpose for you... Forget life.. You don't have that any more. But what you could be is something to look at.. he mentioned. His pale eyes stared at Rosier intently. He normally didn't care for vampires like him, but he was giving Rosier a chance here. But it looked as though the younger vampire wasn't taking the hint. Fearing vampires... That would be the very least of your worries if you had any idea what you can do. There are vampires older than myself that wish not to hear my name or see me at all. They fear me... he gave his statement as an example.

He took one bloodied hand from off the pew and brought it to Rosier's jaw, gripping it slightly, causing blood to smear on his face. The vampire was curling into a ball. There was no getting through to him. Coriander could really see that. Which was a shame. He didn't care enough to force anyone into knowing what it really meant to be a vampire. They had to want to learn the skills. They had to have the drive and passion for showing the world how dangerous and twisted they were. Julien was the first by far. But Rosier? Well he was better off as fodder on the forest floor.

Coriander let go of his lower jaw and stood up. Suit yourself child. But if we cross paths in the near future, I won't waste a moment in an attempt to rid this city of you. he stated and gently, quietly came towards the sobbing female, brandishing the same little knife he used to cut open the man not too long ago, holding the blade to her cheek. Just keep this in mind, young one... You can't hide from the Boogeyman. he whispered, but loud enough to where only Rosier could hear it. Both white eyes stared at the younger vampire with a stealthy glare that was definitely some sort of warning.

He covered the woman's mouth with his bloody hand as he forced her to lay down in the pew, bringing the knife to her torso and stabbing her hard in the stomach.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier gulped, relaxing in his seat a little bit- not much, but a bit. Relief ran through his body as the other vampire backed up.

"Y-You say not to fear my own kind...and...and you now a-attempt to strike fear into me," he spoke, his voice still shaky. But he shouldn't have used the word attempt- it was clear to anyone looking at Rosier that Coriander scared the hell out of him. But Rosier felt like he was about to die- so he thought, why not keep on talking?

He shut his eyes at the scent of blood once more. Trying to hold his composure.

"And you speak l-like I have never...never tried to forget my fear. I-I always end up like this- groveling in a pitiful ball of fear and shame," Rosier continued to shake. His hands hurt from how tight he clenched his knees. He unleashed one of his knees from his grip as he wiped off the blood from his face. His black eyes never leaving Coriander's face, even though he wanted to just look away.

The scene was a blur to him, as always, and yet at that moment he desperately wished he could see clearly. So that he could take in every inch of the vampire that stood before him- so that he would know right away if he ever saw him again.

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Now it was optional if Rosier wanted to stay and watch again. Or he had every opportunity to get up and out of there if he wished. Coriander would care not if that was the case. He just wanted to continue his little feast. By now, the other two humans had escaped. Coriander knew their scents. He would seek them out in due time. They'd be lucky if they lived to see the end of the week. Coriander would pin them to the wall and skin them. But for now, his attention was more or less on this woman.

He bared his teeth as he looked down at her after stabbing her in the stomach. One of the few signs of emotion perhaps. He was enjoying every minute of this. The woman had tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by his pale, bloodied hand. Coriander had ultimate control over her. She was still trapped in that darkness he had put her in within her mind. If she opened her eyes, she would only see nothing. She didn't hear a word said or a sound around her. Anything done to her, her mind would put something in its place. As of right now, she thought a huge spider was eating her from the inside out.

Coriander twisted the knife and pressed it in some more. The woman squirmed, but didn't have control of her arms. They hung limp at her sides as she continued to try screaming. Coriander's pale eyes watched intently, ripping the knife upwards to her throat and jamming it down through her spine until it dug into the wood of the pew. She was dead instantly. Her heart stopped. And she passed on thinking that she was all alone, dead by a spider.

Coriander looked up from the dead woman, pulling the knife out harshly so blood flew into the air and landed randomly elsewhere. His eyes were dangerously pinpointed on Rosier as the vampire spoke. And the more he was speaking, the more Coriander wanted to ram that knife into his skull. Attempt to? Child, you are fearing me without me having to do so much as stand in front of you. You are like every human. It's disgusting to see such a pitiful sight. He mocked Rosier in his dead tone voice.

I feed off of fear, blood, death, chaos... Like a true vampire should. You can do better than groveling like a child. I bet you have killed many a man just for the fun of it, haven't you? he asked. All vampires had done it in their long lives. Coriander did on occasion kill just for the fun of it. Because he had nothing better to do. Every vampire has their experiences. Their desires. Their times where they are just so terrible and vicious. Of course, some of us never got out of that stage. he spoke of himself in that hint and kept himself right where he was.

Do you like art, child? Because I can teach you a great form of art with the best medium and you'd be able to make an impact on pretty much anyone who would see it. he mentioned, looking sideways at him as he leaned over the dead woman in the pew.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier gulped once more, letting go of his knees and flexing his fingers. They were very sore from how tightly they had been gripping his knees. He slowly stood up, wishing to leave as soon as possible. But he really did not want the risk of this vampire coming to kill him for fun, as he seemed to want to do. There would be a risk either way- but, at least if Rosier attempted to make an effort to see his way, then perhaps he would live a little while longer.

"I've never b-been much of an artist," he stated, rubbing his hands together nervously, trying to keep his eyes on the vampires and not look away. Rosier then continued, "I...I suppose if I have never a-attempted this sort of art, I could try it out."

As he spoke, he questioned what he was doing. Maybe learning from this vampire was a good idea- he might learn something useful. And he might be able to stand being around other vampires. On the other hand- Rosier was still petrified, and wanted out as soon as possible. But he valued his life too much to risk turning his back on this vampire.

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To take a sniveling, scared vampire and teach him some things would be an improvement for Coriander. Maybe he had to blame his pupil, Julien, for that. Ever since he had trained the young vampire half-breed to pull off the Boogeyman tricks of making a person's biggest fears come to life in the illusions of the mind, Coriander had been looking for a few ways to pull other vampires into the act of feeding, cutting or killing.

Over the years, he had expressed more of an interest in taking over a small town or a city and gaining that control. He had done it before in the past. And that had been a few decades ago since then. But always the one looking for some newer and twisted ways of getting himself involved in some powerful control, Coriander would see who he could get involved with first. Even Rosier was a prime candidate.

If he could perhaps get Rosier over his fear of vampires, or at least the ones that were far less threatening than Coriander himself, perhaps he could make use of the young one in the future. If that idea failed, then Coriander would probably just have to decapitate him and forget he ever existed. But there was always a chance somewhere and Coriander was giving it. Perhaps appeal to something better than what he was doing in the first place. Killing and mutilating and making the poor lad feel like a bug to be squished.

He watched as Rosier slowly stood and had that expression that he was wishing to leave. But Coriander stared firmly at him. A look that demanded the younger vampire come over. I may be a beast, child, but if you are willing to get out of that fearful shell and learn a thing or two about being a real vampire, I suggest you get over here so I can let you try this for once. Come over here and get your hands dirty.

His voice was still stone cold, but the words had their own tone. Like a command, Coriander assumed the vampire would do as suggested and come over to the dead woman Coriander was kneeling over. Cori stood straight as he watched Rosier intently. At the same time, he offered his small knife to Rosier, grip first so he could take it safely. Do what you want. Cut her open. Explore what the body has to offer. Throw her innards out of the way. Bloody your hands and lick off the sweetness. I offer this as a way to learn.. I want you to tell me how it feels afterwards..

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier gulped down another lump in his throat, and after a moment of hesitation, began to move forward. A bit slowly, but eventually reached Coriander. Slowly, as he stared into the eyes of the other vampire, he took the knife. He looked down at the dead woman beside Coriander.

He was never one for getting his clothes dirty. Of course, never one for mess. In his mind, a quick slice and a slow death was entertaining- and that was the end of it, after he had his share to feed on. But this? He had never done anything like this before. He didn't really want to- Rosier was never one for change, either- but it could be a life or death situation. And he didn't feel like dieing yet.

Rosier lowered himself onto one knee as he examined the body. He didn't know where to start, really. So he decided to just start cutting. One moment, he was opening up her side, the next there were cuts everywhere along her body. Blood spilling out. Organs and body tissue seeping through and falling onto the floor. His knees and most of his arms soaked in blood, stains that would probably never come out. The vampire couldn't help but lick the juice off of his fingers. His eyes seemed just a little bit darker as he mutilated the corpse's body.

After what seemed like forever, Rosier stood up and nearly tumbled over, but managed to keep on his two feet. His sleeves were partly up, showing the bite mark's scars on his wrist. He dropped the knife, and continued to stare at the woman. He then remembered Coriander telling him to tell him how it feels after.

"I..." Rosier muttered, still staring. He didn't really know how he felt. For one, he felt utterly disgusting- his clothing, his good clothing, was soaked in blood. Not to mention the woman, though her blood looked simply fantastic, looked like hacked up raw meat in some places. But on the other hand, he felt mesmerized. As if that was one of the best feasts he has had in a long time. And at times, he couldn't help but feel the pleasure of her flesh ripping open with the knife.

He continued to stare at the corpse, speechless, trying to gather his words together.

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Coriander was a sadistic, bloodthirsty, bat-shit insane vampire that had a way of life that most would see as unbearable and horrific. If there was anyone else like him in the world, it would only have to be some strange and evil doppleganger. Coriander had gone for many centuries and had yet to meet someone like himself. Exactly like himself. But until then, he would do what he may to make other vampires respect what he was and what they could be.

Even now, he was ready to kill Rosier just because the vampire was so pathetic. But at the same time, he wanted to see if this vampire could do something to impress him. Maybe go on a hunt to further express his interests in what rosier was capable of. And the more time spent with him, perhaps he'd get over his fear of other vampires. Or at least with Coriander. It would take time, but the Boogeyman wouldn't hold any high hopes for someone like Rosier. He was only hoping the young one would prove him wrong and make this night impressive.

He watched Rosier take the knife, kneel down next to the body, the pause and then the cutting. And Coriander didn't say a word as he let the young vampire take his time and do whatever he wanted to the corpse. He was actually praising him in the back of his mind, not verbally of course. He merely watched, listening to the sound of flesh slicing. The blood dripping. The organs sloshing to the floor and landing with a sickening plop. Coriander remembered doing such things when he was younger. Playing with his food after it was dead. And even more when it was still alive.

Even then, he still didn't say anything until Rosier stood up and almost fell over. Coriander put his hands behind himself, looking authoritative. He only heard one word spoken from Rosier, but still waited for more than that. He took a moment and glanced at the knife and then back to the vampire. You look as though you enjoyed yourself. he stated. He lifted his chin and came a bit closer to Rosier, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Very impressive... I think cutting is your specialty.. You should work on it.

[Rosier Moore]

He opened his mouth to speak, but still couldn't, so he shut it. Still staring at the body, he licked some of his fingers. As he did so, he noticed his sleeve not covering the scar. Slowly he moved both of his sleeves down, so that the scar was no longer seen. He forced himself to take his eyes off of the body, and back onto the other vampire. He tried not to squint as he examined his face. His hands threatened to tremble with fear once more- but he tried to keep as steady as he possibly could.

Cutting is his specialty- something about that made Rosier light up, as if it might be true. After all the years of using that to kill a person, it made sense that he might have stumbled upon a skill. Rosier barely noticed the mans hand on his shoulder as he thought. And best yet, the thought that this might have actually pleased the other vampire made Rosier happy- not just because it meant that Rosier might have a chance at living. But because this man could be the answer to all of his problems.

No he isn't, Rosier, he's just another one of those monsters that could rip you to shreds, and Rosier knew he was the very thing he was afraid of- but the difference was, he wasn't a danger to himself. For the most part.

"...m-my name is Rosier," he finally spoke, taking in a big breath of air, and releasing it. He held out a hand to shake, it still a bit bloody. All the while thinking, oh goodness why am I going near him on purpose.

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Coriander loved watching a vampire develope in their own ways. Growing to know their own talents. If it wasn't some sort of mind manipulation they were capable of, it had to be something else. The way Rosier cut into that body, licking the blood or messing with the body parts.. It was divine to see the fascination and the pleasure on another's face. Only then could they possibly understand what Coriander felt when he was cutting into a body for the heart in the center of it all?

Coriander was actually supportive of such gross, disgusting and bloody moments like this. Such was the monster's way of dealing with vampires that seemed to sell themselves short of what they could actually do. Rosier impressed the Boogeyman and Coriander was praising him internally. Though his last comments suggested he had liked what he saw and only wanted to see more of it. It was okay to slaughter a human. Especially when they were for food.  Playing with the corpse was always fine. Because what good use did it have other than that?

He glanced at the body and then to Rosier, noticing the other still seemed to be in some sort of spaced out state of mind. As if he enjoyed what he had done but couldn't believe it either. Moments like this, Coriander was glad he could somehow get in the minds and under the skin of others. Because it yielded results like this. Something even Coriander would be proud to express his interest in. He was merely an outsider of his kind. Elder, ancient, but a beast. A creature with the blackest heart and the blackest blood.

But he still wanted to see vampires be the creatures of the dark. The terrifying things they should be. Not proper and high in their minds. Not sniveling and scared of each other either. Respectful to each other and possessing power over the human race. The Boogeyman, regardless of whether he wanted to admit it or not, had such great intentions and potential for the vampire race. He just wanted to make others see it too. No matter how bat-shit insane he was most of the time.

He took his hand from Rosier's shoulder as the other vampire introduced himself. And from one bloodied hand to the other, Coriander shook his, giving a slight nod. So you do have a name. He spoke and tilted his head only slightly, answering with his own name. Coriander Marcus Sinzire... he blinked once and released the others hand. And he didn't hesitate to ask. How'd you feel doing that?

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier thought for a moment, slightly shaking. He still didn't really know what to say.

"I..." he attempted to speak, but could still find no words. He gulped down the lump in his throat, looking down at the body once more.

"I felt fantastic, for the most part," he stated. Of course the vampire would not tell Coriander the bad things he felt. That was just like asking to have his head ripped off. "It was...probably the most...fun times I've had feasting." Another gulp.

His instincts were still telling him to get the hell out of there. But he really didn't want to turn his back on this vampire. "Have you..." Rosier looked back up at the vampire. "Always killed like you do?"