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Saoirse Blackwood
 Posted on: Oct 20 2017, 01:42 AM
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Saoirse had bugged Alana all week to go out with her on this party. It was more for her sister than it was for her. Saoirse enjoyed being social but Alana had been kind of stuck at home lately. She wanted to get her out and enjoy things. Valerie when begged and pleaded by her younger redheaded sister stood firm even though Alana had been unable to say no.

Earlier that evening they had all gone out to take Maddy for Trick-or-Treating, so the ladies were already dressed up, and Val had been happy to stay home and take care of her niece. It only took a few moments for Saoirse to primp considering she had gone with a relatively easy costume: Rey from the Star Wars series. It was nice breathable clothing that was easy to move in and her hair was done in the classic topknot style that the heroine wore. The hardest part was having a lightsaber, but even that could be attached to her belt.

So in a few minutes after they'd come in from walking around Alana's extremely safe neighborhood, Saoirse was ready to go again. "Don't you think your mom is the prettiest Butterfly Queen ever?" The former witch asked her niece as they watched the middle Blackwood put on some lipstick to refresh her previous makeup.

Maddy nodded profusely. "Momma's always pretty," she said dutifully, though looked a little sad that her mom was going out.

"We'll be home soon, Maddy. Tomorrow we can all have a sleep over, tea party and tonight you get to hang out with Aunt Valerie, who is known to be the coolest of all of us."

Valerie grinned, "Yeah kiddo. I let you have ice cream before bed." Saoirse snickered knowing that Alana would not approve. "Oops, don't tell your mom." The eldest Blackwood booped her niece on the nose who giggled.

"C'moooooon," Saoirse urged, "You look fine, let's go!" She was ready to let her sister lighten up a bit, and so with a final plea, and Alana's instructions reiterated on how to take care of her child which Valerie would likely only follow as loose guidelines, Saoirse managed to pull her sis out the door and to her car.

It was only a 15 minute drive, and when they arrived, Saoirse was quite impressed with the Halloween decorations. They had gone all out this year with inflatable witches and ghosts, lights draped all over the Victorian style house, with hay bales, corn stalks and even a talking scarecrow. "Welp, they never did things in half in college either," Saoirse said as she pulled up to the sidewalk where plenty of cars were parked.

Getting out she glanced to Alana, "We're here to have fun, so neither one of us is allowed to talk about anything we're worried about, just enjoying the night! And winning that costume contest." The redhead winked at her sister and headed for the front door.

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Alana Blackwood
 Posted on: Oct 20 2017, 04:45 PM
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Alana gave a knowing look over in her older sister's direction on the ice cream comment while she touched up her mascara. Doing make-up while attempting to not ruin the body paint that was on her face could be a bit harrowing, but thus far, she hadn't ruined the painted butterfly mask on her face, the wings spread out to go over her eyes. It matched perfectly with the dress (except in blue morpho butterfly style) she'd had custom made from a friend some time ago, merely meanted to be used as a project for the fashion designer to excel herself in but, as it turned out, it made for a pretty decent costume. Once Saoirse had urged her to finally get going, Alana put all her make-up aside and moved off to give her daughter a kiss to the cheek, urging her to be good for her aunt while they were out as well as reminded that no scary movies were to be watched tonight. No exceptions if it wasn't on the Disney channel or the like. Grabbing a jacket to put over it all, if only because it was starting to get somewhat chilly out with fall settled in, they made for the door.

Settled into the car, she touched up her hair, having it in a loose bun and sat back to let her sister drive. As they came up on the house, Alana rose a brow, looking over not only the decorations but the home itself, which came off as very old and creepy, likely as intended. "Who invited you to this thing again?" she quizzed, looking back Saoirse's way as she unbuckled her seat belt and moved to push open the car door. "Or get too drunk."

If only because, as they'd both learned early on, that parties were definitely no fun when one had to hold the other's hair up while hunkered over a toilet due to excessive shots or drinking games.

"Is your no longer secret crush going to be here tonight too?" she asked, only lightly teasing with a smile as she peered back to the redhead. Grinning a little wider, she paused on the walkway headed up to the door, tipping her head. "You look great by the way." And if Oren or any other guy here at this party didn't at least give her sister a once over considering the costume she was in then Alana knew there to be something seriously wrong with them. Gingerly hooking her arm with Saoirse's, the brunette turned and continued their way to the door, thanking the goddess that she didn't have high heels on for this whole thing tonight but more so slightly heeled boots. Reaching forward, she moved to pull the door open for them but allowed for her younger sister to go through first, with her following right behind.
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Nikolai Volkov
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"I doubt there will be a break in the flow of trick-or-treaters until later this evening." Nikolai offered idly, staring at the reflection of his costumed staff in the hallway mirror. His hands continued to absently adjust his pristine cravat, though by now it had become habit and the mirror hardly needed. Satisfied it was perfect, he stepped away from the mirror and waited to be helped into his tuxedo jacket. "Make certain that all the candy and gift cards are given out by ten." The last thing he wanted to hear once he was home far later in the evening was the doorbell ringing constantly while he tried to spend the remaining hours of his night reading. That was, if his evening of socializing and possibly dancing allowed for him to leave early.

"I have asked Miss Ektov to be home at a reasonable hour. I doubt she will want for anything upon her return, so you will be free to go home after that." The familiar sound of the doorbell being run, halted anything more he might say to the trio. The vampire quickly lifted a hand, forcing his staff to stop their sudden movement for the door. He was perfectly capable of getting the door, while he was here. Reaching over for a handful of candy, the vampire opened the door to two young girls dressed as bumble bees and their parents standing behind them. The parents smiles fell a little upon seeing just who answered the door and for his part, Nikolai pretended not to notice. Upon the young girls sheepishly offering up the magic words, the vampire rewarded them both with two handfuls of assorted candy into their plastic pumpkin pails and sent them all away again with a friendly smile and wave.

The chime from the grandfather clock further down the hallway, let him know he should have been on the road already. "Thank you again for attending to the door in our absence this evening. I shall see you all tomorrow evening." With one final goodbye to his staff, Nikolai slipped out onto the wrap around porch and down the steps to reach his car. Once on the street, he made a careful turn left, mindful of large group making their approach up the path to the front door. The streets were more congested than usual at this hour, however he made good time to the party's address, parking his car himself a short but manageable distance away. Bracing himself for an evening of smiling and inane party chatter, he pulled on his mask making certain it was secure enough before stepping inside.

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Saoirse Blackwood
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That evening there were many doors that were not what they seemed. Why fate decided these two parties should meet up, one might never know, but the place that Saoirse stepped into was not the place that she had intended to go for a party. The house was dark, and although there had been no large moon out this Halloween, the only light that was inside the old time foyer was the light of the moon that came streaming in from windows on the second floor overhang.

"Maybe they had a haunted house theme this year?" Saoirse said a bit tenuously, but no sooner had she said as much as when the door slammed behind her strongly, shutting both sisters inside. "Oh, that's not good." The werewolf said it softly before turning around and pulling at the handle. It jiggled, making a strange metallic sound when the door jam and the lock met, but it did not turn properly.

"Surely this is just an elaborate prank," Saoirse said to her sister, laughing a little nervously, "I'm sure they're all in the back and we're meant to have a jump scare before we're allowed out by the bonfire." Of course, no one had mentioned a bonfire or that it was to be outside. It was a house party, which while some included a pool in it, it was a bit cold tonight for people to be jumping into the cold waters other than accidentally or through some drunken game of truth or dare.

With perfect timing though, the retro wardrobe that looked large enough to hold several men in the foyer started shaking, the handle on it jiggling up and down, and the piece of furniture bobbing back and forth a bit on it's legs. "See!" Saoirse, the pitch of her voice increasing a bit higher, "Just trying to scare is all. I'm sure the moment we open the wardrobe someone's going to laugh and send us out back."

Being aware of it being a prank did not make it any less terrifying, and in the second that it had started Saoirse had automatically grabbed her sister's hand, squeezing it in a near death grip. Realizing it now, and how tight she was holding it, she let it go gently, slowly moving toward the wardrobe to conquer their obvious hurdle to the main event.

Hesitantly she reached out for the handle, almost afraid to touch it until it suddenly stopped moving entirely. She stared at it, and then at the wardrobe, her brow furrowed. Suddenly anger hit her, and she latched onto the door handle, opening it with a twist, the door coming free with more force that she had planned.

Saoirse would have never guessed the masked figure of her nightmares that had come tumbling forth from it to haunt her once more.

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The second they'd stepped through the threshold and into the place, Alana got the distinct feeling that this was not where they were supposed to be. There was an ominous enough feeling to send a shiver down her spine while she glanced about the place and practically jumped when the door behind them slammed shut. Her head whipped around to stare it down, as though willing it to do something else just as heinous. Shortly after, the wardrobe nearby began to shake erratically and the witch's gaze swept over to it. Her own hand tightened somewhat with Saoirse's but the brunette was ready to stand her ground in order to give a good decking to who or whatever might come out of the thing. By all gods, this had better be a prank!

"This doesn't even look anything like how the layout would be for the house we were just about to go into, Sear," Alana murmured, feeling her breathing hitching just a bit as the handle continued to jiggle, almost becoming obnoxious at this point. The inside seemed far too wide to have really been formed to the residence they had been waltzing into and light had certainly been cast out from its windows, where as here, it was all far too dimly lit for such a thing. Nevertheless, the middle Blackwood prepared herself for the worst...

Even that couldn't have necessarily prepared her for who was to come out from the wardrobe while Saoirse went to pull it open. The handle mysteriously stopping as she did made Alana's brows furrow in together deeply. As her sister made for the move to open the door, Alana looked over and happened to spot a candelabra set on a nearby end table. Firmly gripping it at the base, she raised it, the thing heavy and certainly made out of something along the lines of brass, ready to bring it down from overhead to bash should something wicked come their way. Despite expecting something to be lurching out from the darkness of the wardrobe, the woman still let out a bit of a shriek when the figure came their way and a good swing of the heavy tri-set candle stick was made at his person.
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Stepping across the threshold, the head of security should have been met with the glittering light of chandeliers, orchestral music from within the building's ballroom and the unmistakable inane chatter that so often plagued these sorts of social functions. Instead he was greeted with a darkness so thick that even he, had a hard time making out any visible landmark in front of him. A hand outstretched before him, reaching into the inky void that was his current prison, to touch wall with tips of his fingers. A near silent curse spilled forth from Nikolai's thin lips, as the vampire's hands slid over the four walls that confined him. A few knuckles fell upon the wood around him, assessing how thick the walls might have been. It was not a room that held him at all.

Vague sounds from the other side of the wood in front of him, made him momentarily remain frozen. Voices so distorted and muffled, he was uncertain at just how far they might have been away. Nikolai Volkov even when a small child had never had a wild imagination, however it was not overly difficult to drum up some horror from the past given his current situation. If this was not a room, he could well believe this to be a coffin and the muffled voices were a result of not distance but layers of dirt. There were few things that disturbed him more than the idea of being put in the ground to slowly waste away. What had been gentle knocks before became harder and louder.

It was the moment that he decided to put his shoulder into it, that what he just earlier assumed might have been the lid, was suddenly opened and without warning, causing him to stumble out! His scarlet gaze found the familiar features of the one woman he had never expected to see again, he had no doubt that the surprise written so plainly on her own features were mirrored by his own in that moment. He opened up his mouth to speak only to have whatever he might say, halted by the weighted candlestick striking his shoulder before he was completely out of the wardrobe. The vampire's momentum forward was awkwardly cut short by the blow and the desire to not plow straight into Saoirse, that he continued forward until his hands were able to catch himself on the edge of a nearby table.The table itself gave way to him, a spindly leg breaking as it caught his fall.

His eyes narrowed as he looked back to the woman that had struck him, his eyes still that brilliant shade of red. Was all of this some sort of trick the redhead had employed to get him wherever here was for this purpose? The sudden injection of color in his eyes was slowly leached out until nothing remained but the same muddy brown they always were. His gaze slid to the werewolf in question and for their benefit, offered out an exasperated sigh. The vampire might not have known her well enough yet but that sort of vindictiveness suited her ill. "I would have taken you for a a young and spirited princess Leia more." He said after awhile, taking in her choice of costume. His gaze returned to Alana, frowning in the moonlight. "Another Blackwood, I assume. I would say, it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance in such circumstances but you a e still holding the candelabra and I am not sure you do not mean to strike me again with it." Which would be a mistake one he hoped she was smart enough to realize.

The blow she had struck still ached, a not so gentle reminder that even a vampire was no indestructible. Taking in the interior that he now found himself in his frown deepened, as if truly seeing it now for the first time. Without another word for the pair, he pulled out his cellphone to peer at the first screen. No signal. "How long have you both been here?"



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Saoirse Blackwood
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Nikolai came straight out of the wardrobe and onto a table, which Saoirse was sad to say her first instinct was not rather to help the man as he fell, but to take two steps back to get out of his impending doom. Her regret afterward was probably both missed and unwanted by the man who was pulling himself back up, particularly because she still looked utterly horrified by the whole situation.

"Why.. WHY ARE YOU IN A WARDROBE?" Saoirse nearly yelled, mostly from the fright she had felt, knowing that once again her response has been overdone, but she still felt as though adrenaline was coarsing through her and she was positive she was clamping down on her sister's hand too hard. After a moment she let go of Alana's free hand and took a breath. "What I meant to say is 'Why are you coming out of a wardrobe in the middle of nowhere in this creepy house?'" Her voice may have increased in pitch as she contined to speak, simultaneous cutting off her air supply with a tight throat so that the end was a bit of a squeak.

"That wasn't much better the second time was it?" She murmured to her sister, knowing that she needed to stop while she was far behind.

Could this be some elaborate prank that Volkov had put together? She couldn't really believe that was the case. He didn't seem the type to really do that, despite the fact that the small voices in the back of her head were telling her he could do it, had the means and likely the connections. Mentally she shook her head as if to clear the thoughts, and then tried to remember what else he had asked.

"One of my elder sisters, Alana," Saoirse introduced as he asked, "This is Nikolai Volkov. You remember when you graciously drove me home that night?" Her voice was very placidly level, though she was simply trying not to embarrass herself any further. "Only a few minutes. Five at the most, I think." Though honestly the few minutes they had waited for whatever horror was to tumble out of the wardrobe felt much like an eternity.

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She raised the object again as the man came tumbling against the table to halt himself, posed to strike a second time, though the moment he looked her way with those brilliant crimson eyes, Alana felt an actual chill grip hold of her to keep her in place. Oh fuck me, was her initial thought the moment she'd realized what this man was, not necessarily who. Yet. When it didn't seem like he was going to retaliate for the strike though, Alana lowered the candle a slightly, though her other hand was just as clamped with her sister's while Saoirse shrieked at the guy. A quick shake of her head was given to her sibling's question- no, not much better the second time. A breath was taken as the man seemed to stand himself upright and also seemed to know who she was, vaguely.

Once she had managed to pick out his features through the dark though, Alana gaped a bit, realizing in the most horrifying manner that this wasn't just any random person who'd came flying out of a wardrobe but Nikolai Volkov- the man who many claimed to be the Sentinel of the City himself. Not only that though, the man who had explicitly made her younger sister the most upset that she'd ever seen. She'd be lying if she didn't feel the desire to hit him with that candelabra again, but managed to refrain. For now...

"Great," was all she could think to say in that moment. Stuck in a weird, creepy place with the dick that may have solely ruined her sister's future dating career who also just so happened to be one of the most important and well connected individuals in the city. "Not long..." Though she said it in such a way that made it seem as though she was entirely suspicious as to why he had arrived just as soon as they had. She was actually... Seemed far too coincidental for their sake.

With the candle getting heavy, Alana finally relented and dropped her arm all the way back down to her side, though still firmly grasped the object at its base. For one, she was hesitant to put it back on the table, especially now that it had a broken leg and, secondly, she wasn't so easily assured that giving it up was a good option right now. Bad experiences with powerful men being along with even two women had warranted that.

A glance to the wardrobe was given, it's doors still open, but she nor her sister had the eyes of a vampire in all this darkness. "Lux det mihi." The second the words had been uttered, an orb of light soon formed itself, hovering overhead, no bigger than the size of a tennis ball yet able to illuminate their surroundings easily up to several feet. More importantly, she could see the wardrobe now- it's back panel there rather than some unknown void or connected corridor as to convey how Nikolai himself had came through. Frowning, she glanced back to the front door she and Saoirse had came through, wanting to test to see if it would open, yet not wanting to leave her sister with this man for even a second, much less free hand from her or the candle stick. Looking back to Nikolai, she decided to make the most logical call here rather than leaving them all to continue to gape at one night. "We should find a way out. People being pulled into dimensional portals never really.. ends well."

She could speak from a hundred percent experience...
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Barely out of the wardrobe five minutes and he had already earned the ire of Saoirse. He understood the place it was coming from and while he did not take her ravings personal this evening, it was almost enough for him to snap right back at her. He took a moment to answer allowing himself to calm down further, a tired expression briefly written quite plainly across his face. Thankfully it was lost in the darkness of the evening and the vampire shrugged. "A question I would like answered myself, Miss Blackwood. As I was meant to step into a ballroom this evening not a closet." While he had little desire to maneuver around the ballroom, drinking in the fake smiles and laughter of some silly young vampire bold enough to strike up conversation with him, this had not been the alternative he was hoping for.

"You both are unharmed?" He inquired, though it had been asked of both women, his gaze lingered a little longer on the werewolf. Tracking the movement of the other Blackwood sister, he watched her arm slowly return to her side. The candlestick to his dismay, was still in her hand. He could appreciate the forethought to be prepared for whatever they might come across, knowing too well she was prepared to use it if needs must. Nikolai might have been given her far more credit than she deserved, it could have been as simple as she meant it for him alone. For a brief moment, he almost felt like grinning ear to ear at the thought. They were most assuredly cut from the same cloth, these two sisters. Forget about the place they found themselves in currently he hoped he could survive them both.

Glancing down to the hands on his watch, he frowned at the time just in time for the witch's illumination to make it clear to all. The vampire offered both women a look at the hands of his watch, now rotating on their own accord. Satisfied they had time enough to see, Nikolai rolled the cuff of his dress shirt back down, taking a moment to fasten his wolf's head cufflinks back in place. "I agree, it does us no good to linger here. There is no telling how much time might have passed already." Crossing over to the wardrobe, the head of security too a moment to knock on all the panels inside, just in case. When it was clear, it was now just an ordinary wardrobe, the vampire shook his head at his present company. [b]"How was it, that you entered this place?" It was just as unlikely they could leave through that way as well but it never hurt to at least try.


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Her lips pursed as she heard the frustration and the general haughtiness that seemed to be inherent in his voice... at least in this moment anyway. She would bregrudgingly admit that the first couple of times she had met him that tone had not been there, and she had practically yelled at him.

"More or less," Saoirse said, a bit calmer. "You can lower the candlelabra, sis-- why is that even... this place is so weird." There was an audible sigh following her dialogue; the wolf was barely able to finish a sentence properly considering the odd situation they were in. She had wanted to bring Alana out to have fun, and instead Halloween was becoming a cursed time of year for the Blackwoods. Well, why not drop one more thing on the pile?

The corner of Saoirse's lips twitched slight as if she was trying to hide a smile that was trying to creep up on her. "A bit more conventional means of entering than a wardrobe to Narnia," she quipped slightly, "The front door. I think I might have brought us to the wrong address. I could have sworn this was 2356 Jenkins St. Wasn't it?" Which of course, it wasn't. They were at 3256 Jenkins St., at least what the mailbox had said that they had passed on the way in. It was the same mistake that she'd made when she gave Oren the address, at least she'd corrected herself though.

"The door doesn't work. It's stuck or something. I already tried to uh, forcefully open it, and it wouldn't budge," Saoirse said to Nikolai, "Though you are welcome to try if you like." Vampires and werewolves usually had about comparable strength depending on age, rank, gender and size on the wolf isde of things, but if the door didn't even budge under Saoirse's strength it was unlikely to do under a vampire, even though her impression is that he was a Master vampire and one of decent age.

It was beginning to feel less like a prank and more like a situation. Saoirse might have mentioned some mollifying logical reason why this wasn't a bad thing, more to comfort those around her than to actually believe in it herself, when she heard crying. It wasn't the crying of a woman, but a young child.

There was something about a small child crying that tugged at the heartstrings of an adult, and this crying echoed through the entire house, making Saoirse jump at first. She'd read in an article that sometimes cat's meowing or calling was close to a baby because it was mimicking the sounds that pulled at a human's heartstrings. There was the will of survival of young that forced adults to pay attention to that sound. "Do you hear that?" Saoirse asked, when obviously they should have all heard it, though as a werewolf she likely would have heard first. "There's a child in here, somewhere. It sounds like it's coming upstairs..."

Saoirse was motivated to go up the stairs, but part of her kind of held back. She hadn't forgotten the very strange situation they were in, but at the same time, she couldn't leave a child alone. "Do you think some poor child could have accidentally been transported here too?"

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"Yeah.. for the most part," Alana said with a breath. Neither her nor Saoirse had gotten hurt by anything as of yet, though on a mental level, that was likely another story. Still frowning, the brunette looked about her surroundings, now that light was provided, trying to judge exactly just what kind of place this was apart from the obvious- an old creepy house that seemed abandoned, if not unkempt, for who knew how long. Glancing to her sister, she finally opted to put the candle away, deciding to set it down on the floor, if only because the table she'd gotten it from seemed so rickety that she was unsure that it wouldn't just fall over or something if she tried putting the heavy weighted object back there. Brushing her hand off on her hip, Alana glanced back to the two. "It either is and this is some weird attempt of a prank or.. something got mixed up."

Who ever knew anymore?

Trying to keep her nervous hands down by her sides, Alana curled her fingers into light fists, rubbing the pads of her thumbs in against the sides of her index fingers while listening as Saoirse explained how she'd already tried to get the front door open again. Perhaps Nikolai could bust through it but if her sister couldn't manage to even pry it open, the likelihood of a vampire doing much more seemed slim. Nevertheless, there was probably little harm in trying, right?

"Yeah, I'd like to get out of here as soon as-...," she trailed off as the noise of crying came, sending chills down along her spine at first and raising every hair on her body. Mouth still somewhat open from being cut off in mid speech, Alana peered off down the hallway nearby then to Saoirse and Nikolai and finally back to the dreary, dusty corridor itself. She wasn't as good at pinpointing sound as her sister was, for obvious reasons, but if Sear said that's where it was coming from then she believed her without a doubt. "I really hope not but if it's not that then... I'm not sure I want to find out what that could be." Of course, Alana's own heart was tugged and as much as she wanted to investigate, she still couldn't help but be wary.

Lips thinly pressed, she took a breath and started off towards the steps, allowing the ball of light to continue to hover and move on ahead slightly. As she went up, the steps creaked one by one with an uncomfortable loudness, but she continued to take it slow and steady, hand reluctantly moving to the railing as to keep herself braced while her eyes were locked up ahead to catch the first sign of anything unwanted or as a clue as to who or what might be up here.

"Hello?" the woman softly called out, unable to quell the want to at least assure the child that they were not alone. "We're not here to hurt you. Are you lost?"

She felt a bit silly, as though one of the typical women in some horror-esque film that had no idea what they were about to walk into.
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 Posted on: Dec 7 2017, 04:08 PM
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While Saoirse recounted the manner in which they entered this wretched place, the vampire could not help but give the wardrobe one last parting glance. Ashamed of what his own feelings had been in that moment before bursting out of it, he looked away to the she-wolf. A faint smile, though a smile it was, appeared as she spoke, finding the mentioning of Narnia at least amusing. "I would have far preferred the door to the wardrobe. For a moment I mistook it for a coffin." Being uncharacteristically candid with the younger Miss Blackwood, seemed only a natural progression in the brief time they had known one another. The word coffin almost withered on his tongue the moment it was spoken, no doubt enough to glean what his feelings on that particular thought had been.

At the door in question's mentioning, he did spare it at least his acknowledgement. Leaving out the front door would have been too easy, in this bizarre situation they now found themselves in. There was certainly no reason to try, if a werewolf in her prime had been unable to budge it. "I have complete faith in you and your ability. If it did not budge for you, it likely will not open for me as well." Whatever and whomever had brought them here this evening, likely had no desire to see them leave so quickly. "Perhaps the way out will become clearer the further we explore." Nikolai might have said more, if the sound of crying did not break the otherwise quiet of the house. For a brief moment unremarkable brown eyes lifted heavenward. He continued to listen to not only the sound of the crying but the conversation between both sisters in silence for some time.

"A child, perhaps. Or something very good at mimicking the sound of one." Ever the pessimist, the vampire's gaze fell back upon both women finding all the answer he needed so plainly written across their features. There was little doubt that the small party would be investigating the sound. There was hardly time enough to advise caution before the eldest Ms. Blackwood began to mount the ancient steps. His pride as a man aside, he had a duty to both women, to see them both safely out of whatever this was. He was after all a servant, of a kind, meant to keep them protected. This might not have had anything to do with crime or the abominations beyond the wall but it did however still apply. The situation might be altogether different but it was a situation nonetheless. It was not a difficult task to catch up to the elder sister, for her steps had stalled considerably once on the stairs themselves. He slipped by her, with soft apology for invading her personal space before taking the lead and setting the pace up the stairs.

"I do apologize Ms. Blackwood. If anything were to happen to you, I am quite certain your sister would never forgive me." He offered after awhile, his footfalls barely audible even on the oldest board. For some reason, Saoirse Blackwood's opinion of him mattered. While it was an excuse to be in front, it was not the entire reason, however it would suffice as an explanation. "If you would not mind keeping your light on yourself and Saoirse, it would help me tremendously. Saoirse I am depending upon you to guard our backs." He offered this all in that same nonchalant tone he used when discussing the meal plan with the cook. All the while, his gaze shifted from one gloomy looking corner to another as he finally stepped onto the second floor.

The crying had not stopped it's mournful melody even when Alana called out to it. From the open doorway of what might once had been a bedroom the uncanny figure of small child stood, in the middle of room. Still crying, its back to the open door way. While he tentatively moved closer to the door way itself, the head of security quickly filtered out the crying to listen to the other just as important sound in the room. It was a heartbeat, as sure as any he had heard but it was certainly not coming from whatever that was in the room but the the walls themselves seemed alive. Halting his progress in the middle of the hallway, he shook his head. "That is no child." Not that he had a name to give it currently. If he was able to hear the beat of a heart within the walls, it stood to reason that the youngest Miss Blackwood could as well. Perhaps even better than himself.

Tendrils of shadows from every darkened corner stretched, reaching out for the vampire calling to them now. His gaze never wavered from the thing masquerading as a child, all the while the shadows he had gathered, slithered along the length of floor as one inky mass forward. He wasn't about to step inside the room itself and risk being separated but he was going to poke the hornet's nest just a little.

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He'd thought it was a coffin? That was morbid, although maybe not out of place for a vampire. The idea of being stuck in a coffin was horrifying, and for a moment she felt pity. Thankfully she had no claustrophobia or it might have incited some kind of minor internal panic at even imagining someone else in that position.

It seemed no one was in the mood to try thefront door again, or at least took her word for it, though it was the crying that stopped all of them in their tracks. At Nikolai's words about something mimicking she frowned a little, maybe because she didn't like the idea of anything mimicking a child, though also because she wondered about someone's outlook that that was their first thought. The atmosphere certainly was not helping issues when it came to a bleak outlook.

Saoirse was vaguely glad she was not the first one to forge up the stairs, though she knew she should have overcome her cowardice and go first. When it came down to it, should their be something dangerous, she was far better at moving faster, being stronger, and healing than just a witch, though Alana was no slouch when it came to spell casting. Even so, Saoirse felt herself falling back into "baby sister" mode as she let Alana trudge forward first.

After a moment, Nikolai brushed past them with an explanation, and Saoirse was stuck between annoyed at his assumption and the burgeoning desire to snap her fingers in a Z and tell him "Fo' sure" as she glared at him. Nevertheless, she didn't protest and instead simply nodded when he asked her to guard their backs. It meant that she would have to trust him to carry forward, and she found that surprisingly enough she did.

The redhead kept her eyes behind them, only looking forward when taking another step, her ears perked for anything that might be happening beyond the crying of the child. When they reached the landing, Saoirse physically turned backwards to watch over the bannister and down the staircase to see if anything else might be happening. Strangely, she could hear a heartbeat, but it wasn't anyone in her party. Alana's was racing slightly and Nikolai had not one at all, or if he did it was slow moving; he was focused on other things. Both were relatively familiar to her, like a background sound that just kind meshed into all the other sounds that she heard all the time unless she focused.

This heartbeat seemed to come from around them though, not from any one point, and it was unnerving to say the least, and so too was the fact that Nikolai declared that the small child in the room which seemed to be holding onto something in the corner, crying, was in fact, not a child. Saoirse was transfixed as she watched shadows gathering around the child, but she could not move.

Instead, the child seemed to turn, the heartbeat getting louder now, more insistent, and to the point where it could not be ignored. Surely Alana could even hear it now.

The child screamed in horror, pressing herself against the wall as she saw the shadows move. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" The girl continued to cry in terror, trying to press herself away from the inky tendrils. She looked no more than a normal child, and immediately it made her think of Maddy, especially with the two pigtail braids running down the girl's head. "Please no! I've been a good girl. Please!"

"Stop!" Saoirse cried out, her assumption being it was Nikolai doing it. Alana showed no sign of her spellcasting. The girl was outright sobbing now, the tears pouring down her cheeks as she simply wailed. "Maybe she's not a child, but she might not be ... bad either!" Maybe there was a reason they were brought here. . .

Saoirse glanced toward the way they came before looking into the room. "Hello there, please, don't cry... we're here to help."

The child didn't seem to be able to stop crying though, and the heartbeat continued to increase in speed that was oppressively around them all.

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The thought of something potentially nefarious imitating a child made chills run down her spine just as much as lace an ounce of anger to her insides. Perhaps it was why Alana had sought to go first up the steps as though to ready herself to give a talking to whatever was there, attempting to possibly play mind games with them, that she most certainly wasn't in the mood. It seemed, however, that Nikolai was intent on being the ice breaker as he moved himself up and past the two of them, causing Alana to pause and hold onto the railing next to her. A look was given as she was nearly intent on opening her mouth to reprimand him when he actually apologized and explained himself. Her brows creased in together and as Nikolai went on, leaving Alana stunned to silence, she eventually turned herself around to peer back to Saoirse with an expression of realization. Soon afterwards, she was looking forward once more and resuming her steps not far behind the vampire's.

Up on the landing, there was a pause while the trio regarded the child-like figure who remained standing there and sobbing. Alana's hand hadn't left the firm setting of the railing while her eyes were locked onto the scene, tendril-like shadows soon reaching forward to seek out the girl only for her to realize and start shrieking. There was a drumming noise that rose up in her head then around her, as if the house itself was alive. A heartbeat. It was such a surreal thing that it took a moment for Alana to acclimate to it, her head feeling as though it were spinning for a few seconds, grip at the railing going a bit tighter. After a breath, she pushed herself forward, hand coming to Nikolai's shoulder in urging that he cease with his ability given that it was warranting nothing more than more fear and the potential for that fear to spike into retaliation.

Moving past him just a few feet, the witch moved to kneeling down, skirt gathered up a bit while she went to her knees before letting the fabric pool itself all around her. Her voice was kept low, despite feeling as though it was drowned out over the heartbeat that she still wasn't certain of being actually from the walls around her or simply in her head now. "Can you tell us who you are? Why you're here?"

There was a strain, as it was always difficult not to demand answers when not knowing where one was or what for. Alana herself was attempting to keep whatever ball of nerves she had from unraveling to overwhelm her, considering her past experiences with such things. Given that there was no sign of aggression just yet to make her anymore cautious than she was, the witch was prepared to do this in a more passive manner to see if they could garner any bit of information that might help them leave.
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Unmoved by the cries and panic from a creature masquerading as a child, he stepped closer those same shadowed tendril advancing into the room. However, at the outcry from the werewolf and unmistakably delicate touch to his shoulder from the witch made the vampire finally relent. The head of the city's security, did however settle a withered look toward the elder Ms. Blackwood likely intensified by the way the shadows from her ball of light played across his already angular features. His disapproval stopped there, where usually he might verbally reprimand someone for touching him, Nikolai could allow for some breaches in etiquette given the situation and who's sister she was. "It may very well be innocent, as you say. However the fact that it chose the guise of a child, as a parent I find offensive." Not to mention disturbing.

Despite his better judgement, he stepped aside to make room for the second Blackwood sister to join the first nearer to the door. "I would advise caution getting too close to the doorway, in case something tries to pull you in or the door itself closes behind you." Completely out of his element, he did not wish to leave anything to chance however outlandish the notion seemed when spoken out loud. After awhile of allowing the sisters time to attempt communication with the creature, he cast a wary glance down the hallways and other silent rooms. "It may be prudent to draw it out here." Stepping away from them, the vampire was drawn to the large window. A fog thicker than any he had seen before blanketed what might have been once a beautiful back garden. Only hints of shapes beneath the oppressive fog were visible.

A hand fell upon the latch keeping the window locked, to his surprise he easily persuaded to unlock. The moment his hand shifted positions to push it up, the locking mechanism once more twisted itself to the lock position. Not only that but throughout the house the same sound could be heard echoing throughout as if all the windows were locking themselves. It had been like a dominoes falling one right after the other only this time it was any and windows. He waited until the sound had stopped and the heartbeat had grown louder, Nikolai's attention shifted back to the Blackwood sisters and he shook his head. It was worth a try as well but it was clear the answer would not be as simple as leaving out a window.


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