Snufflesneak House ((Open RP, part of Open Season))

Yarg growls savagly and extends his talon claws, getting into a position to pounce on the woman. He didnt care about the new comer, after watching the woman strike the girl, all he felt was rage towards her. "I think its you who should be telling us just what your doing here old hag, before i rip you apart for what you just did". The smell of Ozone and sound of static in his ears was confusing, but Yarg decided to stay focused on the old woman.

“So the monster likes children? What a truly absurd idea, tell me which third rate children’s fantasy did you spring from?” her tone was rather level as she casually cleaned the ridding crop with a handkerchief.

Jack was prepared to try fast-talking some answers out of the people who'd beaten him here, but the subtle change in the air as the girl at the piano fell made him hesitate. He put a hand on the grip of one of his guns, and nodded to the man who smelled like a distillery, hoping he was sober enough to get the hint.

The woman laughs, it’s the stereotypical laugh of a rich, evil woman, one hand placed sideways against her mouth as “Dohohohoho!”.

“You really intend to get us for Grave Robbery, and Desecration? The contents of those graves crawled out of the ground themselves. We were merely acting out of a sense of human decency, it would not have been right to leave them to awaken, lost and alone. Here they are safe and looked after, and more importantly they won’t harm others.” She shook her head.

As Hells phones the police, a shudder runs through the woman.

“So it’s to be ending C is it, I suppose that is acceptable.” She says rather mournfully.

Yarg growls again, taking a few steps towards the woman, his claws reaching to either side, ready to fight or chase the woman should she intend to flee.

"you think you have any power old crone? your weak and foolish, and if you think your helping these children, then i guess your either foolish or crazy" Yarg moved a little closer to the young girl as he spoke, trying to see signs of life, or unlife, in her. "your less human than the vampires you claim to help, a bigger stain on this planet and far more intolerable. If a vampire is dangerous, then perhaps it is because they were once humans like you".

Jack sighed as Grayson put in his call to the police. He was going to have to get as much done as possible before they arrived and started getting in his way. Not to mention asking questions about who he was and what he was doing here.

He stepped forward, and cleared his throat. "I don't think she really cares what you think of her," he said to Yarg. "If you'll allow me?"

He reached out with his mind toward the woman, attempting to overpower her will with his own.

Behind the piano... there was no body just the heavy smell of ozone, and field of static that has the discarded music sheets dancing as they cling to each other or push away. Of the girl there is no sight, aside from a few droplets of blood.

The woman seemed unconcerned by the events around her, she even hummed a little bar of the song. Something strikes her as funny in Yarg’s words, that causes her chuckle knowingly, as if she’s aware of a joke that he isn’t.

Yarg smirks at the woman and begins to laugh, loud and terrible. His belowing voice fills the room and the corridor outside. He then looks directly at the woman, smiling. "now should we wait for the police, or start cutting you apart to see if you talk right now? cause if you think vampires are bad, wait till you get a piece of me"

Jack shook his head. "Wouldn't bother trying," he said. "She's not real. Or she's not really here."

He backed away toward the door. "Either way, it might not be a good idea to stick around, eh?" He turned, and began to run back toward the exit.

“Temper” the woman smirked at Yarg and the detective.

“Don’t go smashing up the furniture dears, or me for that matter” she paused “Though I suppose I count as furniture in a way.”

She laughs softly before continuing.

“Me, I’m nobody, just the echo of a foolish woman. I don’t suppose I have much longer left, even if you don’t ‘kill’ me here, the police will never leave me intact.”

Yarg suddenly realised what was happening and reached out a hand to gently lower Hellskiller's raised gun. "leave it, the other guy is right, she aint real. This is a computer simulation or something like it. Am i right old woman? you dont know anything about the world outside this room."

With that, Yarg turned away "another dead end" he sighed and began to walk away.

“Quite wrong in fact my ‘good’ monster, quite wrong indeed.” She smiled “I’m well aware of the outside world, and much more than just a simulation.”

“There was once a foolish, greedy and cruel woman. Now I don’t mean cruel, in the sense that she tortured others, but that she simply didn’t care for them, that she had no empathy. Still she married into money twice, and became quite wealthy indeed.” The woman sat down on her desk, smoothing her dress as she does so.

“Of course when she discovered she had terminal cancer, she became quite concerned with the state of her soul, and so I was made, to replace her and to do good works in her name and image, in the hope that my charitable works might earn her a better afterlife.” She laughs softly

“Of course not being a real person, there are those in the world who I must obey. Rather dreadful this whole business, but at least we can try and teach these young vampires to fit into society.” She sighs with a shake of her head “It’s all rather regrettable.”

Yarg stopped and turned back, looking directly at the woman. Curious as to what she is and her purpose here.

Yarg paced around the room, keeping his eyes fixed on the woman as she spoke. "so your what? a clone? a machine? it doesnt matter. You seek to teach these vampires through torture and malice, and you think your gonna make them fit into society better? dont you understand thatshow rebels and resistance fighters are born? your making a powerful race your enemy by doing this, do you understand that? it will lead to the deaths of millions, has led to the death of millions already. If you want to help clear your soul and guilt, then there is one thing you can do. Tell us who is behind this and where to find them, because right now all your doing is making your afterlife worse."

The sound of hurried footsteps and a stampede of boots suddenly flooded the underground home. The outside compound of Ocean Farm had now been invaded by several police cars and vans. Armed units roped into the loading bay and down into the hallways below.

"FREEEEEEEEZE! SWAT POLICE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" they yelled, weapons trained on the woman at her desk.

Hellskiller held his gun firmly before him and made his way behind the piano to check on the girl identified as Tomb, but she was long gone. The detective spun his head around, searching the room for the alien creature and the Englishman.

“Torture?” the ‘woman’ asked incredulously.

“Why in the world do you think they were brought here to be tortured?” she shook her head in disbelief.

“We must have massively different views of schools if... ahhhh. I understand, you thought she was a vampire?” she stands and places her hands on her head as the police find their way to the room “Alas I believe we are out of time.”

Yarg smiles "i do hope we will talk again, but i doubt it. have fun with the police Old woman".

Yarg steps into the shadows and disappears. He reappears outside the building, looking down as the police storm in. He sighs to himself, turns and disappears again.