Post by lionheart on Aug 24, 2010 16:55:52 GMT -6
Victor pulled into a small gravel parking lot at around midnight. He Pulled near the back of a small dark square building it seems to spread fear around it.
It was the kind of building you would cross the street to try to avoid, the kind kids would dare each other to sneak into. He locked his truck and walked toward the side door, the smell of garbage wafted from the dumpster, the sun made it a sick rotting smell.
Victor stepped up to the door and pressed his right hand to it. He became very still, the air around him rustled, with his left hand he fetched a small statue from his pocket, and it was a small creature holding a key.
His voice slipped from his lips in a soft hissing language. Words of power crept all around him, it filled the air with its dark promises of death and horrors that would await anyone whom wished to enter this building. He held his hand steady against the door and drew in the power of the dark promise, he drew in he horrors and then he let those promises fill the statue, they found their home there.
Victor moved his hand from the door and the building seemed to settle in a light of blandness no longer spooky just another square building.
Victor unlocked the door and went in.
The back room was a sort of office with boxes pilled to the ceiling and a wood desk peaked out from behind the mess.
Victor laughed, “I hope Miranda decides to become my apprentice, I could really use some help setting this place up.”
Shaking his head he walked into the main store front shelves upon shelves lined the ten foot tall walls and on those shelves was box upon.
He walked behind the counter and flicked the lights on, he stared out at the sea of boxes some big some small, some cardboard some wooden, some looked like garbage others where carved and looked ancient.
Victor had been the favorite student of Dr. Nicoli Rasputin when we went to the University of North Carolina at Asheville, Dr. Nicoli Rasputin died of heart failure when Victor was in Scotland. In his will he left his entire occult library and relics to Victor, Victor had paid for it all to be put into storage and now it was here in his new occult shop.
Victor began to go through the boxes being very careful to write down what was in the box and what the box its self looked like. After about an hour of work Victor found it hard to concentrate.
He went to the stairs on the left of the room. He looked back out to the sea of boxes he hadn’t even made a dent; he sighed and walked up stairs. Tomorrow he would turn in his report about the Witches and he would find out if he had an apprentice.
It was the kind of building you would cross the street to try to avoid, the kind kids would dare each other to sneak into. He locked his truck and walked toward the side door, the smell of garbage wafted from the dumpster, the sun made it a sick rotting smell.
Victor stepped up to the door and pressed his right hand to it. He became very still, the air around him rustled, with his left hand he fetched a small statue from his pocket, and it was a small creature holding a key.
His voice slipped from his lips in a soft hissing language. Words of power crept all around him, it filled the air with its dark promises of death and horrors that would await anyone whom wished to enter this building. He held his hand steady against the door and drew in the power of the dark promise, he drew in he horrors and then he let those promises fill the statue, they found their home there.
Victor moved his hand from the door and the building seemed to settle in a light of blandness no longer spooky just another square building.
Victor unlocked the door and went in.
The back room was a sort of office with boxes pilled to the ceiling and a wood desk peaked out from behind the mess.
Victor laughed, “I hope Miranda decides to become my apprentice, I could really use some help setting this place up.”
Shaking his head he walked into the main store front shelves upon shelves lined the ten foot tall walls and on those shelves was box upon.
He walked behind the counter and flicked the lights on, he stared out at the sea of boxes some big some small, some cardboard some wooden, some looked like garbage others where carved and looked ancient.
Victor had been the favorite student of Dr. Nicoli Rasputin when we went to the University of North Carolina at Asheville, Dr. Nicoli Rasputin died of heart failure when Victor was in Scotland. In his will he left his entire occult library and relics to Victor, Victor had paid for it all to be put into storage and now it was here in his new occult shop.
Victor began to go through the boxes being very careful to write down what was in the box and what the box its self looked like. After about an hour of work Victor found it hard to concentrate.
He went to the stairs on the left of the room. He looked back out to the sea of boxes he hadn’t even made a dent; he sighed and walked up stairs. Tomorrow he would turn in his report about the Witches and he would find out if he had an apprentice.