You know the story of Faust, of the scholar dissatisfied with his life. So of course instead of trying to find a way to improve his life, he takes a darker,but simpler path making a deal with the Devil. Now many see this legend as a complete, well lengend. Yet what if there were creatures of such being? What price would you put on your own soul in exchange for a servant literally not of this world?
So I have many spots open for my thread, which is a remake of one my older ones. Only this time there will be a fee plot changes and it will be set in Victorian England.
Don't feel like reading? Skip down to my Thread in a Nutshell at the bottom.
Year:1860
In the city of Oakpoint some of the top companies in the world making their headquarters here, adding the wealthy and influential families to the top of the social food chain. While powerful in the standards of the today's society, there is one other thing that causes others to fear these families...the heirs having no souls, using them as a seal of a contract with beings not of the living and good.
A faint glow came from the stately mansion that seemed to be bathed in sights of material wealth. Here and there a few fountains playfully splashed in the courtyard, which were constant receiving lcoaches in all colors from classic black to even out of place bright pink. The occupant of the pink carriage was the young heiress to a chocolate factory in Sweden. The men waiting outside the door had a faint smile on their lips as the small child was led into the gala by a firm hand of her governess. As yet another black lcoach pulled up, the younger servant rushed forward to open the door, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. The servant was about to protest such rough treatment, that was until he saw the owner of the hand. His face paled visibly, as he choked out a small apology before quickly returning to where his coworkers were.
The man smirked slightly as he opened a gloved hand to the door of the lcoach, with his free hand her offered it to the passenger. There was the sound of a small laugh as a pale hand was laid in the man's palm and amused voice said "Now, now Vincent play nice with the toys". Vincent's smirk turned into a blank mask as he nodded and said "Yes Miss". Outfitted in a black and white suit if seen without the young lady one would presume this man was a partygoer as well, were it not for the small earring in his left ear shaped like a dragon. To any normal person it would have just been a piece of jewelry, to those with the knowledge it was the sign of a Mark.
A small collective gasp from the men as the young woman stepped out onto the concrete. Fashionably dressed in a pale silver dress that flowed down her body, her feet covered in black flats. Her driver smiled slightly as he led her up the stairs and said "Well aren't you glad you chose not to wear those ankle-breaking heels, considering by now you have fallen flat on her your face." The young woman blushed at his comment and said in a low growl "are you trying to insult me Vincent?? Vincent smirked as he said "Not at all Miss Anna, just stating as a concerned employee." His hand gently brushed against her bareback as lead her to her seat, to all the others in room it was just a servant doing his duty, but Anna Mary Wilson, heiress to the Wilson Corporation known for their shrewd lawyers, cut-throat ways in court. It was a reminder of their contract, signed in blood and with her soul. For Vincent was in guise as a human, while in reality he was one thing that go bump in the night, soul eating Ferins.
As the night wore on, a dutiful Anna danced with various suitors, her dying grandfather's final request that the family line continued as soon as possible. His words rang through her mind as he gave her the other part of her inheritance, which currently was watching her from the sidelines of the floor. His blue iris caught her pale brown ones, a smirk on his lips obviously taking advantage of watching Anna uncomfortably dance with men some decades older than she. As the orchestra's music faded out, Anna quickly took her hands out of the current leech and walked over to Vincent and hissing " You're being a..." Her rant was covered by Vincent's gloved hand as his stance straightened and eyes narrowed as if he saw something that Anna had not seen yet. The crowd parted as the orchestra struck up another song. Vincent withdrew his hand as he felt Anna?s teeth sink into his top finger, muttering ?Really now biting is so uncivilized?.
Anna glared at him, a voice behind them called out ?Well, well you are still a fiery little minx, the same as ever.? A large hand snaked around her waist as Anna politely said ?Thank you for your observance Mr.Rickens?it?s nice to see you again?. While she was saying this agilely moved out of his grasp thinking of the how she was going to have to burn the dress now. Mr.Rickens was on the members of her late grandfather?s business partners, at least twenty years her senior that did not stop him from trying to corner her every time she accompanied her grandfather. Mr.Rickens was a heavy and broad shouldered man at least a foot taller than Anna, with only about five inches taller than Vincent.
As seconds past, both Vincent and Mr.Rickens were glaring at one another, both for different reasons. Raspy gasps caused them both to look in front of them, the sight was rather pathetic. A young and gangly looking man was carrying a large briefcase possibly weighting more than the man himself, as he clumsily bowed to the woman. Mr.Rickens smirked at Vincent and clasped the man on the back and said ?This is my servant, Michel, my stupid brother struck a deal with him by accident. I kindly took him off his hands. Hell he may not be a great bodyguard, but he sure as hell is a good pack mule.? Mr. Ricken?s booming laughter rang out once more as the man Michel let out a small laugh weakly. Vincent felt a tinge a pity for the man, not at all capable of choosing a physically capable human shape.
Running a hand through his pale black hair Vincent asked ?Excuse me sir, but I am rather curious as of why your having your servant carry such a large briefcase?.
Mr.Rickens glared at Vincent and said ?I am glad you asked, cat. You see I am here to make a deal with your employer?.
Anna placed a hand on Vincent*s shoulder as she noticed a shutter of anger run through him at Rickens?s term. In a calm voice she said ?Well I suppose I should listen to what you have to say Mr.Rickens?.
Ace up her Sleeve
Gesturing for the pair to follow her, Anna began walking toward one empty room of the mansion with Vincent right on her heels, whispering ?I have a bad feeling about this Miss?. Anna nodded in agreement, as she walked into the nearest room with the door ajar. The room itself was like a parlor with a pair of overstuffed chairs and a loveseat, completed with a large fireplace; Vincent stepped in and turned on a light, the fireplace tools glinted in the light menacingly. Mr. Rickens gently grasped Anna?s hand as he lead her over to the loveseat, Anna forced to comply sat down in the corner of it, as far from Mr.Rickens as possible. In a clear and impatient voice she asked ?Well what is you want Rickens?? A cold smile appeared on Rickens?s face as said calmly ?You?. The room was suddenly filled with pitch black smoke, which seemed to wrap around the room like wrapping paper.
A small scream pierced the silence as the smoke seemed to clear into a small mist, allowing the occupants to see one another, yet to anyone on the outside it would just seem like a pure black room, void of life. There was another muffled scream followed by the sound a slap accompanying a voice ?Try that again, you stupid girl and your corpse is going to be found here dead by alcohol poisoning just like your scum of a father?. Vincent rubbed his eyes once more, as his vision became clear once more. Clenching his hands tightly as he smirked at Michel ?Why the hell I am I not surprised of course a Ferin as weak as you would have such a dirty talent.? A cold laugh filled the room as Michel stepped through the mist, his appearance now greatly altered. Although still lanky in appearance, his eye color had changed to a coal black in contrast to his grey skin, his teeth seemed to be like those of an enlarged rat, expect for the teeth were tipped like those of crocodile. The watch around his wrist is seemed to glow slightly as the mist seemed to recede.
Vincent stepped forward as the appearance of Rickens?s one hand holding a knife to the Anna?s throat, the other on her thigh. Ricken?s was casually sitting on the loveseat; Anna?s facing forward on his lap. In a professional voice he said ?Now cat, lets not try anything hasty, I would hate to disfigure such a pretty face?. Vincent came to a halt, with a nod toward Anna, who seemed to be oddly calm despite her current position, her voice betrayed her fa?ade as she snarled at Rickens ?If you do not release this instant, I am going to let Vincent go to town and rip you from limb to bloody limb" Ricken?s just chuckled as he tenderly said ?Now my sweet, you really aren?t holding the ace in this card game, so shut up and be a good girl?. His hand with knife gently pressed against her throat, slightly drawing blood. Vincent once again stepped forward with a hiss ?Miss!? .
Once again he was stopped, not by a command more like being shot in the chest by Michel who had retrieved a pistol from the briefcase. Blood spilled onto the floor as the wound wept freely, Vincent smirked at Michel and said ?Stupid kid, you seriously think a little toy would stop me?? Michel once again fired; the bullet missing its target, Michel?s hand was shaking with fear as he felt repressed memories appear out of the blue. Vincent*s talent was already unraveling the boy?s worst memories.
Vincent now leaned against the fireplace mantel, grasping the iron fireplace poker with a well practiced hand and said ?Well it?s not a rapier, but it will have to do?. Michel let out a scream of anguish, as he fell to to his knees with tears rolling down his cheeks. Rickens roared at him ?What the hell is wrong with you! Shoot him, you fool!? His command went unheard as the sobs came from Michel. Vincent chuckled, squatting down in front of the young Fenir speaking in a cheerful voice ?You poor little rat, how does it feel seeing your human memories come back and haunt you"
Vincent glanced at Anna who nodded and said ?Try not to get blood on that suit; you know how hard it is to get out?. Vincent grinned as he let swung the iron across the boy?s face, the sound of bones breaking sounded like music to his ears. With bloodied cheeks and now broken nose, Michel let out a howl of pain as the iron smashed against his knees, breaking his legs. Rickens?s face paled slightly at the amount of damage the man was afflicting with just the iron.
As blood spatter coated the man, who had a wide grin on his face at the sound of the boy?s pleading as he broke each of his toes with top of the iron. A cool and calm voice broke him out of his trance ?Vincent, don?t play with a broken toy, just finish him now*. Vincent wiped his gore splattered face with a handkerchief, and said ?As you wish Miss?. Now wielding the iron like a blade, he drove the flat end of it through the man?s heart, utterly killing him. There was gasp of shock from Rickens?s as he stuttered ?It?s impossible to kill one of you! ?. Vincent tilted his head to the side as he said ?Not if your killer is one of your own kind?or an extremely talented human who knows our secret weak points?. Anna had a small smile on her face as she said ?Well done Vincent, now do me a favor and get me. I am afraid my legs have fallen asleep.? With a nod he said ?Very well Miss, your wish is my command?.
As Vincent stepped closer to the pair, Rickens was now visibly shaking as he stuttered ?Now?Anna?I was an old friend of your grandfather?s surely he would not want you to kill me?. Anna smiled slightly as she grabbed the knife from the man?s weak grip; standing up from his lap she said ?No I won't kill you?? A brief grin from Ricken?s face was quickly replaced by a sheet of pain as she drove the knife through his hand that was once on her thigh.
Parting is such Sweet Sorrow
Blood flooded through the wound as Anna straightened her dress and said to Vincent ?Try and make his death look convincing, I would prefer to stay of the public eye?. Vincent nodded and said ?Yes Miss, how death by suicide sound?? Anna let out a small laugh and said ?You know me too well, Vincent, take care of the servant?s body once you?re done. Now you have five minutes with dear soon to be departed Mr.Rickens?. The mist had cleared as she stepped out of the room, her appearance perfect as a picture; a grin on her face as she knew soon she would hear the final breaths of Mr.Rickens.
The room seemed grow gradually darker as Vincent cracked his neck as if getting ready for a fight. Rickens now understood the true nature of these creatures that thrived on the emotions of humans, despite the fact that some seemed utterly emotionless. This fact did not stop Rickens from groveling on the ground like a worm begging for him to spare his life. Vincent's feral grin just grew wider and wider as he shook his head at Ricken?s offers who was babbling ?How about women, money, power! Men?? Vincent let out a cold laugh as he leaned forward and said ?What I desire most, is to hear your screams as your worst memories go through your mind?I would find that most pleasing. So shall we begin?? Before Ricken?s could protest, his eyes were covered by a gloved hand, minutes seem to be pass as a small light grew brighter in the darkness.
When Rickens?s vision cleared the sight before him was one of hell.was like a meadow out of a horror movie, the grass was soaked with blood of pure black. Pressing a hand to his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting, as he saw the corpses of friends and family, Rickens let out a small sob as he saw the corpse of his beloved eight year old son. ?The poor child was so confused of why such a man would do this?.?
A cool and collected voice seemed to echo throughout the treeless plain. Rickens spun around and screamed ?Where are you! What the hell have you done to my son! Where am I?? His questions were answered by a roar of laughter as Vincent appeared sitting on the pile of corpses. His nails were elongated and curved like those of a cat, and his teeth seemed to be pointed. His eyes were a bright silver color and his skin the same pale white color. His clothes were now a tattered suit dyed red with bits of black appearing here and there. Putting a pair of silver frames on his face he withdrew a book from his pocket and spoke aloud ?Joshua Rickens, cause of death strangulation, Mary Rickens wife of Walter Rickens, cause of death bled out from stomach wound.?
Walter Rickens was no longer a proper company partner; no not in Vincent*s world?he was just another toy to break. ?Who did this!!?, when all Walter?s received was a smirk and let out a roar of rage and charged toward the man, stumbling upon the bones. Vincent let out a sigh and said ?Why must my toys always fight me? Well I am afraid I must end our game now*. The bones suddenly shifted into a gallows, causing Rickens to gasp in surprise as a rope of blood appeared around his neck. Vincent strolled in front of his leisurely like one would at a zoo, and said ?Well you wanted to know who murdered your family. Before you die?? Walter was about to say yes, yet all that came out was strangled gasp as the rope tightened around his throat. Vincent leaned forward his face inches from the man as he said softly ?You?. A single tear fell down Walter Ricken?s face as the sound of the floor breaking filled the air. Vincent just smirked at hanged man and snapped his fingers. A rush of darkness filled the plain; the only sound was the faint noise of a child weeping.
As the room cleared, Vincent once again back in his human form smiled to himself, as he glanced upward. The body of Walter Rickens stared down at him with his face blue and tongue bloodied from the teeth stuck in them. Withdrawing his little black book and a pen he muttered as he wrote ?Walter Rickens cause of death hanged ?As he glanced at the parlor room, wondering how the man had gotten close enough to hang himself with his tie. A small ?ah? came from him he looked the mantle low enough for a person to climb on and reach the fan. The media would speculate the death as a suicide, in a way that was true Vincent was just shepherd of the death.
As he stepped outside the room, noticing Anna and stated ?The deed is done miss.? Can I go anything else?? Anna smirked and said ?Yes, drive me home, the events of today had wearied me greatly?. Vincent gave her a small smile and said ?Very good Miss, might I suggest we take the back way out, I think your appearance would alarm the others?. Anna nodded and said ?Very well?, her bare back to him was filled with a large dragoon tattoo that seemed to be moving as Vincent stared it. It was his Mark on her, just as his earring was her Mark. While it was not the greatest life to be stuck in this fleshy body, it did have its perks more toys for him to play. While he may be Marked no one was safe from being his puppet. Miss Anna would be an interesting toy?yet she would belong to eventually as her soul was his in time.
The Thread in a Nutshell
You are the heir/heiress of one of the top companies in the world. Being the heir to cooporation you live a life of luxary and have servants at your beck and call, ready to follow orders. However there is a darker chain that binds to you to your future, your predessor made a deal with a creature not of this world, binding it to himself until his final death. The creature is to follow every order given, however these creatures are not mindless often manipulating their own contractors to serve their needs. Bound to the contract the Fenir can't harm the Signer, or else it will be broken. Yet you and your Ferin aren't alone in the struggle for power, Signers and their Ferin could be sitting next you at the next formal galla. Be on your toes for the Courts allow feuds between families to continue for generations. Rumor has it that Falken are starting to Contract with humans, causing even more tension between the two.
If any of you have ever seen/read the manga Black Butler, you may see some influcences in there. I hope you join ^ ^. Uhh still trying to figure out how to put links up sorry about that.
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