Post by Alucard Nightshade on Sept 27, 2011 22:48:22 GMT -5
Alucard was sitting on the couch in the informal sitting room alone, since no one else was in the room besides him. He was doing two odd things while he sat there: he was using the couch instead of using his powers to stay up on the ceiling and he had a book opened up in front of him, but he wasn't reading or even looking at the book. He just sat there, lost in his own thoughts.
Alucard wasn't sure what that voice was that had been pushing for him to do something to Alex that he knew he didn't need to be doing. There were many things about what all had happened during that time, that he wasn't sure which was worse. The voice had used his family's words to him, it had kept at him and trying to make him weaken his will, it had known exactly how he had felt even before he came to recognize it himself, and he seemed to be the only one who could hear it. He didn't want to think about it, but everything about it seemed to be pointing in one direction, his madness.
Alucard had heard and seen what the Nightshade madness did to those who it effected. They became violent, bloodthirsty killers who cared nothing for others. The madness always seemed to leave a trail of death and destruction in it's wake, but something felt very off about his madness when compared to the typical nightshade madness. His madness was different, but he couldn't completely put into words yet what the differences were.
Alucard just sat there on the couch not even looking at the open book in his hands, completely oblivious to the world. Anyone who knew him even only a little bit could tell that something was wrong with him. Everything about Alucard just screamed that something bad had happened to him.
Alucard wasn't sure what that voice was that had been pushing for him to do something to Alex that he knew he didn't need to be doing. There were many things about what all had happened during that time, that he wasn't sure which was worse. The voice had used his family's words to him, it had kept at him and trying to make him weaken his will, it had known exactly how he had felt even before he came to recognize it himself, and he seemed to be the only one who could hear it. He didn't want to think about it, but everything about it seemed to be pointing in one direction, his madness.
Alucard had heard and seen what the Nightshade madness did to those who it effected. They became violent, bloodthirsty killers who cared nothing for others. The madness always seemed to leave a trail of death and destruction in it's wake, but something felt very off about his madness when compared to the typical nightshade madness. His madness was different, but he couldn't completely put into words yet what the differences were.
Alucard just sat there on the couch not even looking at the open book in his hands, completely oblivious to the world. Anyone who knew him even only a little bit could tell that something was wrong with him. Everything about Alucard just screamed that something bad had happened to him.