FG: Vampire! The Paradise Island

[Snowflake]

Sorry for the multiple posts. Somehow I just couldn't get it posted.

[DrSpike]

Originally posted by Snowflake
Dr. Spike sighed heavy heartedly. He couldn't believe how stupid his accompanies were.

Sadly I can, having had dealings with them before.

[Snowflake]

[Edit] Changed to another computer and finally was able to get the edits in. Hmmm ...

[GeoModder]

Ouch

I definitely prefer a nerve-staple.

[GeneralTacticus]

Hang on, who's talking?

[GeoModder]

I, your victim, is whispering spells in your ears...

[Snowflake]

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[Snowflake]

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[Snowflake]

Mr. Smilie wondered around in the tower. A couple furniture seemed to be crammed in the small space, covered by white cloth. He carefully removed the cloth, trying hard not to stir up the dusts that had been cumulated. To his surprise, it was a very nice piano, and … a cradle.

[Snowflake]

Mr. Smilie stared at the cradle. In a moment he seemed to hear a soft female voice singing a lullaby … “What are you doing over here?” He was startled by Mr. Kassiopiea’s voice.

“Look here.” Mr. Smilie invited. “These are the least things I would expect to find.”

“I am not going to worry about what happened in the past.” Commented Mr. Kassiopiea. “We’ve got enough problems of ourselves.” He looked out of the painted window. Was that a black wing that flashed past? He shivered. “It’s late. We better get down.” He thought of inviting Mr. Smilie to stay in his room, but thought better of it. “I will check the kitchen first.”

The two gentlemen said goodbye and departed. Five minutes later, Mr. Hercules was standing in front of Mr. Kassiopiea’s room, knocking. Heard no answer, he pondered, and left.

[Snowflake]

"Why don't I have a daddy like everyone else, mommy?" The little boy asked.

"You have a daddy, sweetie. But he's not with us."

"Does he not love us?"

"He loves us very much. Very very much ..."

He was hearing mommy's soft voice again. So much had happened today. His heart pained for all the blood shed. He locked his door, and closed all of the windows. He was determined that he would stay inside for the night. Snowflake's innocent naughty smiles flashed in his minds ... Arrr ... Mommy, help me ... He was getting thirsty again ... sooo thirsty ... He went up to the door, locked it again. He would not do it tonight. Her blood was so sweet. He never thought that blood could taste so delicious ... He stood up, and sat down. What was it that just flied past the window? He went to the windows, and opened them. Two giant black wings extended out from his shoulder. He flied out.

[Snowflake]

Mr d'Heresson was dreaming. He had found a burrow of black aardvarks. He approached the aardvark slowly. The aardvark licked his neck. It was very ticklish. He turned his head, and saw ... a pair of red eyes.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The red eyes winked in the dark.

He screamed, but no sound was coming out of his throat.

A large black wing spread over him ...

[Snowflake]

He stood in front of Mr. d'Heresson's body. His face was grim and pale. ... He was already dead ...

It is now day. You can do whatever you need to do again. You have 48 hours.

[Hercules]

So seven for breakfast. After the past evenings proceedings, Hercules detected most of the seven, including himself were a little downcast.

A nice big warming bowl of porridge with sugar and a touch of salt should (he was going to say revive the spirits but thought better of it) perk people up.

One fact was clear, there was still a vampire or two around.

[GeneralTacticus]

Mr. Tacticus looked troubled as he absently ate his porridge. About halfway through it, he pushed it away, cleared his throat, and stood.

"Gentlemen - for I do not beleive we have any ladies among us, after the tragic murder of Ms. Snowflake - as your security co-ordinator, I feel I must report what I have discovered regarding last night's events. Unfortunately, most of it is in terms of negatives.

"Firstly, the cameras did not record anything whatsoever. I spent most of the day wiring them, and they now have full, permanent coverage of all the stairways and entrances into the castle. In addition to taking video, they will sound an alarm in my room upon detecting movement; this would wake me to check, which I would naturally do with great caution.

"The cameras recorded no movement whatsoever last night. The motion trackers recorded nothing, and I ran through the tapes on fast-forward to check; they spotted nothing. Thus, either our mystery friend is invisible to cameras, or he's found a way around them. Either prospect is a rather disturbing one; in the hope that it is simply the latter, I will be installing more cameras in the hope of catching the killer on tape.

"Anyway, that's about all I have to say. We still don't know who the killer is, and it seems quite obvious that we missed at least one of them yesterday. With any luck, we will soon have more concrete evidence as to who it is. Until then, I recommend again going anywhere alone unless it's absolutely necessary. If you can think of any other precautions, by all means, take them."

With that, Tacticus sat again, and began slowly eating the rest of his (now cooling) porridge.