Post by Juan Marcos on Apr 3, 2007 20:35:56 GMT -5
A figure with dark black hair and blazing red eyes stumbled through Diagon Alley in a drunken pattern, nearly tripping over cobblestones that had become dislodged here and there. It was early evening, so there was little light, if any at all, but people were still present along the shop-lined streets. The man groaned and forced himself down a side street, the very street that led to the infamous Knockturn Alley. The atmosphere visibly changed, the difference was obvious immediately: the air became thicker, the light dimmed even further, barely anyone walked about with their faces visible, and the overall mood appeared far gloomier than the festive Diagon. The male figure leaned against a nearby wall, one that was neatly bricked, but ashen grey.
The man’s name was Juan Marcos, and his very presence here threatened his reputation. He had been accepted as the new Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The problem? He was a vampire and the public did not view that particular race very kindly. The professor had expected the protests of worried parents and the Ministry, but nothing could have prepared him for the encounter he had just experienced.
The vampire had ventured into the Leaky Cauldron just to relax and gather his thoughts. Somehow, the Ministry had tracked him down and sent one of their officials to discuss the fast approaching term. It had started out civilly enough. Juan had coaxed the man into introducing himself before he would listen to what he had to say. They had discussed the fears of the parents and the public and Juan had endured it without a hint of anger or irritation.
But then the old fool had proposed that an auror keep an eye on him! Even this, Juan did not protest about. He had, however, named one condition, a single condition, the auror stay at the foot of the Astronomy Tower and not be near him while he slept or taught a class. But the arrogant fool had insisted upon the auror being present during the class! He had even hinted at consequences should Juan not allow this! They could make even his life rather difficult, he’d said. Bah! Just thinking of it made the vampire’s blood boil. A heated argument had resulted and each had masked threats without saying anything outright.
Unfortunately, Juan had lost the argument, not by way of words, but by running away. The vampire had not fed before entering the pub; had he known what awaited him, he would have been more careful. But now it was too late. The argument had brought out his second nature which was normally kept in check, dormant, because Juan sated it by feeding. He thought back upon his exit with shame.
Juan’s hands clenched in a fist and he slammed his hand down on a table in frustration, “You, señor, are incorrigible!”
A symbol had been mentioned earlier in this encounter, that of a coin. Each coin has two sides and can be flipped at a moment’s notice. It became quite obvious that Juan’s had flipped and landed on the reverse face.
The vampire’s pupils had narrowed to slits and his irises blazed a far deeper shade of red than was normal. He glared at the Ministry Official and breathed heavily through gritted teeth, a human habit that usually revealed that the vampire was struggling within himself. The pressure of his teeth against each other pushed the elongated fangs down over his lower lip. His body was on fire and each moment he lingered and did not strike racked his body with pain. The hunter in him wanted to take this man; it saw him as a threat, as prey that had become a threat and should be taken care of in the only way it knew how: by feeding upon it.
This was not good, had Juan known he would face such a brutal interrogation, he would have fed before visiting the Leaky Cauldron, “I….” he choked out, “I-I must go…”
Juan did not care for the looks he was receiving from the tavern patrons as they stared at him, their meals and/or drinks forgotten. He’d seen that look far too many times. The look upon the old man’s face did little to ease his fears either. He had to get out of there, and fast.
The professor clutched at his side and stumbled out of the pub, forcing his body towards Diagon Alley. His intended destination was one of the Blood Banks mentioned earlier in their conversation, but he wouldn’t make it that far. The vampire’s throat burned, his muscles burned, his stomach burned, his lungs burned… It was as if his entire body was on fire, burning from the inside out…
Still, he forced himself forward, stumbling into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
What that official must think of him… There was not much he could do about it now, especially not in his current condition. His insides were burning, eating away at him, and his felt as though it were ablaze. Desperate for relief of any sort, the professor tore the Hogwarts’ robes from his body. Underneath was his standard attire, a tight fitting black shirt with ripped sleeves, black pants and combat boots, and black wristbands to complete the ensemble. He rubbed a hand down his face and tried to focus.
He hadn’t made it to the Blood Banks in Diagon, instead he’d stumbled blindly into this place and trudged on until he was lost in a hopeless maze. The Banks had been established to deal with the vampire “problem”. And boy did he have a problem at the moment. Every moment he postponed feeding was agony as pain tore his body apart. Juan clutched his side as another wave of pain racked his body. He looked up and saw blurred figures, heat emanating from them; his vision was beginning to become red and hazy around the edges. The vampire sincerely hoped that he could find his way out of here before the red consumed his entire field of sight.
((Open. Preferably at least 2-3 people))
((This takes place after A New Professor - Leaky Cauldron but you don't have to have read it to join. You can read it if you want to, it's not that long, just to know why Juan is so angry. But I pretty much summarized it in my post.))
The man’s name was Juan Marcos, and his very presence here threatened his reputation. He had been accepted as the new Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The problem? He was a vampire and the public did not view that particular race very kindly. The professor had expected the protests of worried parents and the Ministry, but nothing could have prepared him for the encounter he had just experienced.
The vampire had ventured into the Leaky Cauldron just to relax and gather his thoughts. Somehow, the Ministry had tracked him down and sent one of their officials to discuss the fast approaching term. It had started out civilly enough. Juan had coaxed the man into introducing himself before he would listen to what he had to say. They had discussed the fears of the parents and the public and Juan had endured it without a hint of anger or irritation.
But then the old fool had proposed that an auror keep an eye on him! Even this, Juan did not protest about. He had, however, named one condition, a single condition, the auror stay at the foot of the Astronomy Tower and not be near him while he slept or taught a class. But the arrogant fool had insisted upon the auror being present during the class! He had even hinted at consequences should Juan not allow this! They could make even his life rather difficult, he’d said. Bah! Just thinking of it made the vampire’s blood boil. A heated argument had resulted and each had masked threats without saying anything outright.
Unfortunately, Juan had lost the argument, not by way of words, but by running away. The vampire had not fed before entering the pub; had he known what awaited him, he would have been more careful. But now it was too late. The argument had brought out his second nature which was normally kept in check, dormant, because Juan sated it by feeding. He thought back upon his exit with shame.
basilisk said:
The vampire’s garnet eyes flashed with anger at the man’s words. He had blatantly disregarded Juan’s demands on the matter of the auror. The professor thought that he had been rather tolerant up until now. He’d even acquiesced to the very presence of an auror! He hadn’t objected on the matter of the auror and had only named one condition, that he or she remain at the foot of the tower! How could he be allowed to teach a class or get his students to trust him and become at ease if there was an auror watching them the entire time?! It would only prove that the Ministry did not trust him and that they should not either!Juan’s hands clenched in a fist and he slammed his hand down on a table in frustration, “You, señor, are incorrigible!”
A symbol had been mentioned earlier in this encounter, that of a coin. Each coin has two sides and can be flipped at a moment’s notice. It became quite obvious that Juan’s had flipped and landed on the reverse face.
The vampire’s pupils had narrowed to slits and his irises blazed a far deeper shade of red than was normal. He glared at the Ministry Official and breathed heavily through gritted teeth, a human habit that usually revealed that the vampire was struggling within himself. The pressure of his teeth against each other pushed the elongated fangs down over his lower lip. His body was on fire and each moment he lingered and did not strike racked his body with pain. The hunter in him wanted to take this man; it saw him as a threat, as prey that had become a threat and should be taken care of in the only way it knew how: by feeding upon it.
This was not good, had Juan known he would face such a brutal interrogation, he would have fed before visiting the Leaky Cauldron, “I….” he choked out, “I-I must go…”
Juan did not care for the looks he was receiving from the tavern patrons as they stared at him, their meals and/or drinks forgotten. He’d seen that look far too many times. The look upon the old man’s face did little to ease his fears either. He had to get out of there, and fast.
The professor clutched at his side and stumbled out of the pub, forcing his body towards Diagon Alley. His intended destination was one of the Blood Banks mentioned earlier in their conversation, but he wouldn’t make it that far. The vampire’s throat burned, his muscles burned, his stomach burned, his lungs burned… It was as if his entire body was on fire, burning from the inside out…
Still, he forced himself forward, stumbling into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
What that official must think of him… There was not much he could do about it now, especially not in his current condition. His insides were burning, eating away at him, and his felt as though it were ablaze. Desperate for relief of any sort, the professor tore the Hogwarts’ robes from his body. Underneath was his standard attire, a tight fitting black shirt with ripped sleeves, black pants and combat boots, and black wristbands to complete the ensemble. He rubbed a hand down his face and tried to focus.
He hadn’t made it to the Blood Banks in Diagon, instead he’d stumbled blindly into this place and trudged on until he was lost in a hopeless maze. The Banks had been established to deal with the vampire “problem”. And boy did he have a problem at the moment. Every moment he postponed feeding was agony as pain tore his body apart. Juan clutched his side as another wave of pain racked his body. He looked up and saw blurred figures, heat emanating from them; his vision was beginning to become red and hazy around the edges. The vampire sincerely hoped that he could find his way out of here before the red consumed his entire field of sight.
((Open. Preferably at least 2-3 people))
((This takes place after A New Professor - Leaky Cauldron but you don't have to have read it to join. You can read it if you want to, it's not that long, just to know why Juan is so angry. But I pretty much summarized it in my post.))
