Post by nightmareoliverblack on Aug 20, 2018 17:09:04 GMT -8
July 16th 2018
Brooklyn, New York
::Silas::
It's about your father...
~The Nightmare~
::Oliver Black::
... What he's dead?
Silas sits in a ornate plush chair, the emerald green cushions reflecting the color in his eyes, making them almost glow. Swirling a scotch in his hand. His leg in tight ripped black jeans hanging over the arm rest as he leaned back in the chair.
::Silas::
Don't play cute. The police say his body...his body is missing.
Silas puts on his best mock concerned voice.
~The Nightmare~
::Oliver Black::
Hold on let me call you back.
Before Silas could say any more the voice of Black turned to dial tone as Ollie disgruntled hangs up the phone. Causing Silas to furrow his brow and purse his lips before letting out a hmmm and shrugs.
Throwing his leg back over and to the ground he uses his empty hand to push himself up out of the chair. As he stands the room becomes larger. An old library full of books and art, the shelves immaculately cleaned and polished. Above a fireplace sits a pendulum clock, the room so quiet you can hear every tick.
As Silas approaches the books shelf to the right of the mantel he sets down his now empty scotch glass. Walking away from the mantel he slowly skims the shelves, his index finger running along the spines of each book before stopping on a large leather bond book. The Book of Shadows. Reaching his long skinny finger up its spine he pulls the top of the book as if to take it from the stack. But instead of fully leaving the shelves it stops half way with a *click*.
With the click the whole shelf swings inward revealing an old slab stone stair well leading down below the house. Before him a candleabra with three lit white candles, Silas taking it firmly in his grip. Following it down the hairs on the back of Silas' arms stand up. Not from fright but because of the cold draft coming from below. The deeper he got the colder it got.
As Silas rounds the corner at the end of the stair case the narrow tunnel opens up into a large cellar. The walls of cobblestone and rock, candles in various states of burning randomly line the room and walls where ever there is space for one to sit. And at the far end of the room built into the wall a round cage... A prison.
::Silas::
You were to valuable. To valuable to me and my coven.
He mutters to an unseen entity.
::Unknown Voice::
You should have let me rot.
The feeble voice of a man replies, a voice of a man broken. Both in spirit and physically.
::Silas::
You still don't get it do you? Oliver is not merely a man, but a beacon. The beacon of darkness we have been fighting over for centuries. For years Vampire and Lycan have been at war, both in search of the prophecy. The one true darkness, for who ever held hold of that power could not only control the darkness but also the light! The one true NIGHTMARE, if harnessed could give those the chance to walk with out limits! The chance that the nightmares that haunt your dreams might not just hide in the shadows and bump in the night, but truly be free!
And all this time he was under your nose... Being protected by the witches. But with Corina finally expelled once and for all from his mind, that power is mine, is my coven's.
But we cannot do this alone. We need you. With out you, the darkness dies. With out you, the light wins. And THAT is why I could not allow you to rot in that grave.
As the camera pulls back Oliver Black's father is seen slumped on the floor of the cell, still covered in dry crusted blood and fresh dirt. His hands tied behind his back. With all is strength he musters up enough energy to hock a loogey straight into the face of Silas.
The anger swells inside him and for the first time we see the true face of Oliver's innocent boyfriend. His emerald green eyes turning black, as does his blood. Causing his veins around his eyes to pulse. As the two mortal enemies the vampire and the witch stare one an other down through the prison cell walls.
OOC: this might be a little out there. I've always toyed with a super natural element to Oliver Black and his parents possibly being witches. But wondered if such an odd back story had a place here. But I just decided fuck it I'm gonna take it there.
Brooklyn, New York
::Silas::
It's about your father...
~The Nightmare~
::Oliver Black::
... What he's dead?
Silas sits in a ornate plush chair, the emerald green cushions reflecting the color in his eyes, making them almost glow. Swirling a scotch in his hand. His leg in tight ripped black jeans hanging over the arm rest as he leaned back in the chair.
::Silas::
Don't play cute. The police say his body...his body is missing.
Silas puts on his best mock concerned voice.
~The Nightmare~
::Oliver Black::
Hold on let me call you back.
Before Silas could say any more the voice of Black turned to dial tone as Ollie disgruntled hangs up the phone. Causing Silas to furrow his brow and purse his lips before letting out a hmmm and shrugs.
Throwing his leg back over and to the ground he uses his empty hand to push himself up out of the chair. As he stands the room becomes larger. An old library full of books and art, the shelves immaculately cleaned and polished. Above a fireplace sits a pendulum clock, the room so quiet you can hear every tick.
As Silas approaches the books shelf to the right of the mantel he sets down his now empty scotch glass. Walking away from the mantel he slowly skims the shelves, his index finger running along the spines of each book before stopping on a large leather bond book. The Book of Shadows. Reaching his long skinny finger up its spine he pulls the top of the book as if to take it from the stack. But instead of fully leaving the shelves it stops half way with a *click*.
With the click the whole shelf swings inward revealing an old slab stone stair well leading down below the house. Before him a candleabra with three lit white candles, Silas taking it firmly in his grip. Following it down the hairs on the back of Silas' arms stand up. Not from fright but because of the cold draft coming from below. The deeper he got the colder it got.
As Silas rounds the corner at the end of the stair case the narrow tunnel opens up into a large cellar. The walls of cobblestone and rock, candles in various states of burning randomly line the room and walls where ever there is space for one to sit. And at the far end of the room built into the wall a round cage... A prison.
::Silas::
You were to valuable. To valuable to me and my coven.
He mutters to an unseen entity.
::Unknown Voice::
You should have let me rot.
The feeble voice of a man replies, a voice of a man broken. Both in spirit and physically.
::Silas::
You still don't get it do you? Oliver is not merely a man, but a beacon. The beacon of darkness we have been fighting over for centuries. For years Vampire and Lycan have been at war, both in search of the prophecy. The one true darkness, for who ever held hold of that power could not only control the darkness but also the light! The one true NIGHTMARE, if harnessed could give those the chance to walk with out limits! The chance that the nightmares that haunt your dreams might not just hide in the shadows and bump in the night, but truly be free!
And all this time he was under your nose... Being protected by the witches. But with Corina finally expelled once and for all from his mind, that power is mine, is my coven's.
But we cannot do this alone. We need you. With out you, the darkness dies. With out you, the light wins. And THAT is why I could not allow you to rot in that grave.
As the camera pulls back Oliver Black's father is seen slumped on the floor of the cell, still covered in dry crusted blood and fresh dirt. His hands tied behind his back. With all is strength he musters up enough energy to hock a loogey straight into the face of Silas.
The anger swells inside him and for the first time we see the true face of Oliver's innocent boyfriend. His emerald green eyes turning black, as does his blood. Causing his veins around his eyes to pulse. As the two mortal enemies the vampire and the witch stare one an other down through the prison cell walls.
OOC: this might be a little out there. I've always toyed with a super natural element to Oliver Black and his parents possibly being witches. But wondered if such an odd back story had a place here. But I just decided fuck it I'm gonna take it there.
