Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922


 * Aludard chuckles slightly.


 * Meanwhile, Solomon arrives at the door to his parents room. With out thinking, he opens the door and walks in. His ears are greeted with moans and screams. When he looks, he sees his parents making love against the back wall. His eyes widen as he looks away and shuts the door behind him. He tries to shake the images from his mind, but the sight of Charger pressing Elena against the wall is for the moment stuck there. He seemingly regrets his poor life choice to step through that door without knocking. He walks back down the large vast darkened corridor of the ship. He walks into a grand dining hall as he runs his eyes. He sees Asfaloth and Ameloth sitting there, sipping blood from a wine bottle. He blinks at them.

Solomon: What are you two doing?


 * They both look at him. Ameloth sneers at him.

Ameloth: Well, if it isn’t our little non-vampiric brother. Sleep well?

Solomon: As much as one can considering the circumstances.

Asfaloth: Hm, yes. At least we don’t have to sleep in coffins. At least father has class.


 * Solomon shudders as the images of his parents reassure themselves. Asfaloth notices.

Asfaloth: Solomon, What is it?

Solomon: It’s nothing. I’d rather not discuss it.


 * Asfaloth narrows his eyes. It’s almost as if he knew what Solomon saw. However, he returns his attention to the bottle of blood in front of him. Ameloth, however, blurts our what everyone was thinking.

Ameloth: You saw our parents doing it, didn’t you?


 * Solomon looks down slightly as he sits near them. Ameloth grins baring his fangs.

Ameloth: You needn’t be shy about it. According to father, vampires are suductive by nature. We can lure anyone into our arms with just a glance, give them pleasure that can last for ages, then, when all is said and done, drink their blood and kill them, or feed them our blood and keep them.


 * Solomon sighs.

Solomon: Yes, I know. Remember, I used to be into vampires before all this happened.

Ameloth: Hm, of course. But, did you know it not only works on the woman, but also men too. Hm, I think I’ll try both and see which I like better.

Asfaloth: Ameloth!


 * Aneloth looks at Asfaloth.

Ameloth: What? Am I not allowed to choose what I take to bed?

Asfaloth: It’s not what mother would want.

Ameloth: She is your mother, not mine. My mother was killed by those (bleeping) Guardians.


 * Asfaloth sighs.

Asfaloth: At least think of Solomon. Can you not see that he isn’t feeling well?

Solomon: I think it’s space. Never been in it before.


 * Asfaloth chuckles slightly.

Asfaloth: I can agree with you on that brother.


 * Solomon looks up at them from the table.

Solomon: How’s Claud doing?

Asfaloth: Hes fine. Father gave him some of his blood and he’s making a full recovery. He even constructed him a new mechanical arm.

Ameloth: He’s probably in the range practicing right now for the coming battle. Which reminds me, will you be ready?

Solomon: Of course.


 * Ameloth scoffs slightly as he stands up, finishing his bottle of blood.

Ameloth: We shall see.


 * Aneloth turns and walks out, his short white hair flowing slightly with each step. 