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Interviewing Kraeven, part 1. |
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Woman: Welcome. Did anyone follow you?
Kraeven: Nein. I come alone.
The woman walks up to the door and locks it. She tucks the key in to her corset.
Kraeven: Where were we?
Woman: We were speaking about your talent to blow up the world.
Kraeven: Ah, yes.My mother tried to protect me when I was young. She tried to shelter me from the world. Thought that if I never left the confines of her home, that I never would become the beast that destroys the world as she so saw it. She was a wise and powerful fortune teller, of which powers of divination seem to elude me.
Woman: By protecting you will only cause more problems. Sheltering a child from the world is asking for something more powerful to happen. It is the way of the world. The need to get out from under her wing was so strong. You wanted to break free.
Kraeven: Her emotions got the better of her, it seems. She wanted me to live. I lived in a basement with a large and extensive library at my disposal for the first fifteen years of my life. I had nothing better to do, so I read. I absorbed all the knowledge I could until I ran out... Then I started sneaking out of the house at night, which was a bad idea considering my town's curfew and my apparent nature.
Woman: The thrust for life must had been hard for you.
Kraeven: It was so long ago. I suppose it was. I remember being caught one night on my second consecutive month of sneaking out. I suppose doing it every night was what lead to my downfall. I got carried away and careless.
Woman: The craving to experience what life is outside of the four walls must had ate you up. You had to get out one way or another.
Kraeven: One night while returning home form an expedition I set myself on, I found that the villagers had learned of me and my existence.
Woman: Its easier to sneak out then it was to go through the door.
Kraeven: So they burned my home, with my mother inside, to the ground. I felt all too responsible for what happened.
Woman: Oh dear...
Kraeven: I was scared. So I ran. I didn't know what else to do.
Woman: Ran in to the darkness to be alone. You thought that you was this monster. That lead you to think you were evil.
Kraeven: Exactly. Another month later I learn that a tombstone in her honour was erected and I visited it every day for a long while. I didn't know what I was. Because of the way the sun burned my skin back then, I thought I was a vampire.
Woman: With anger in your heart you wanted to show them what had become of you. She is in a better place now.
Kraeven: But it was simply because I hadn't been outside in all my life, I was sensitive to it. I was angry. I can admit that.
Woman: She is grateful to have a wonderful son to visit with in your dreams.
Kraeven: But I did nothing to them. My memory is so strong, that even after all these year, I still remember the way she smells.
Woman: You are gentle. You can look in to your dark red eyes and tell that. That's how you remember her...by her gentle smells.
Kraeven: I left claw marks upon her tombstone. I felt angry that she left me. It was by visiting her at night that I started to be pursued by Vampire hunters and it was the location of my first fight.
Woman: Anger is apart of the grieving process. Did you learn of your talents then?
Kraeven: No. I had only a mild control of a weak pyrokinesis from what my mother taught me. She had the talent, too, but it was nothing serious.
Woman: So tell me more about exploring your dark gifts.
Kraeven: I was weak and was easily beaten. From there I pursued power. The only thing I had to my name was a sword I carried around with me everywhere. It was apparently made by my father's father and it was there I started my search.
Woman: ah...
Kraeven: If I could learn the maker of such a weapon, maybe I can not only learn where I come form, but more so learn about what I am, about what I could do and where to go from there. I never knew my father. Even to this day.
Woman: That search may never end
Kraeven: It ended long ago.
Woman: I fear that you are looking for a ghost.
Kraeven: I do wonder if he is like me and is alive to this day, but I feel that I never need to know who he is to find myself, now. Because I know who I am and what I want to be... Instead of chasing a dream, I made one into reality. Instead of dream, I could also say my past. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.
Woman: You are happy with life. Very wise words.
Kraeven: Thank you. I am happy.
Woman: As you should be.
Kraeven: I have a half-sister.
Woman: A half sister?
Kraeven: Shares the same mother, but not the father. I was never told of her in all my living and she was never told of me. She was also older than I. The way we encountered was rather peculiar, I must say.
Woman: Would you share that story with me?
Kraeven: While I visited mother's tomb at night. She did so by day until the day I clawed the tablet out of anger. She though some vampire or demon was to blame due to a vendetta or some other personal affair and wanted revenge. She pairs up to hunt Vampires with a Vampire, of all things. What better to know what you hunt than to hunt with one?
Woman: Ah so she hunted for you.
Kraeven: She did. Never succeeded on her own. Until we met in a tavern across the country by pure chance.
Woman: That is amazing. The rare chance is remarkable.
Kraeven: I remember coming in form the cold rain one night just to escape the torrent. My appearance startled every patron in the tavern as the all stopped to gaze upon me. Dripping wet, dressed all in black and of clothes that didn't seem human at all.
Woman: Many where out that night?
Kraeven: I hung my head, was slouched over hiding my face with my long black hair. Yes. They were celebrating a birthday. Reinhardt it was.
Woman: Ah a day of birth. Perhaps that is the reason she was there. Or maybe she knew that you were coming.
Kraeven: The name of the Vampire my sister works with, yet only those who work with him know he is one. He was popular in town. I remember taking a seat at a table. I remember my sister saying "I'll handle this" as she put her glass down and made her way over to me. She kicked the table into me where I sat and asked "What bring a filthy creature like you to a vampire hunter's bar? You have either a lot of balls or no brains."
Woman: Could you feel the sharp eyes staring at you?
Kraeven: Every one of them. 14 in total. 28, I should say.
The woman chuckles slightly.
Kraeven: Reinhardt called me odd. He told me I had an odd presence for a vampire. They can apparently sense each other when in close radius.
Woman: Vampires have a good sense of smell. They can smell fear miles away.
Kraeven: I wasn't in any mood for a fight, so I left back into the rain.
Woman: Did she follow you?
Kraeven: Yes. Her and her partner did. They caught me from behind and held me to the ground asking me why I was in their town to begin with. When I looked up at her, I said something without thinking that made her stop dead in her place. "You have mother's eyes."
Woman: Odd.
Kraeven: It was. I never knew anyone else with purple eyes.
Woman: Hmmm purple eyes.
Kraeven: Like that of the Amethyst. They were so alluring and calming.
Woman: Its a beautiful color for eyes. I have only known one person with purple eyes.
Kraeven: After that moment, I haven't seen my sister for a long long time. I wanted to know where this sword I carried came from. No Blacksmith seems to know its make until I came into a large city somewhere in central Europe.
Woman: Perhaps she doesn't know as well.
Kraeven: Someone said it looks like it belongs to a royal family and so I investigated.
Woman: But which family is the question.
Kraeven: My search brought to a castle, the first one I happened to check, oddly enough. Luck seemed to be on my side. Inside was an older looking man, that appeared in his mid 40s. He went by the name of Vlad.
Woman: Vladamir?
Kraeven: Yes.
The woman stares at the man. Her mind wanders quickly.
Kraeven: Apparently he was a lot older than he appeared and the head of a very large world renowned vampire coven. The sword was his make and his design. It was his first prototype of a living weapon and it was stolen from him... By his son. I told him that it was a gift form my father. From that day on I adopted the name Dracul.
Woman: Ah ha. So some of the puzzle came in to key.
Kraeven: He gave me a jewel he had to place in the hilt of the sword I had. It was the final component to that made it complete. It was made from the crystallized blood of a dozen royal vampire families. I'm not exactly sure how it works, but from that day it felt like the sword I carried started talking to me. I thought I was losing my mind.
Woman: Vladimir did tell you it was living.
Kraeven: He did. But I never thought it meant like that. He was a little excited to call me a grandson for I think he saw something in me that I hadn't yet. Also, at that point in time, I strongly believed I was a vampire.
Woman: Perhaps...or it could had been when you told him that your grandfather made the sword.
The woman walks over to a chair, she lowers herself in to it. Pulls up her skirt a bit to place her boots on the table. No skin is visible.
Kraeven: Inspired I tried to find my own castle to control. I found one and someone to begin my reign with.
Woman: Was your mother's name Eupraxia?
Kraeven: No. It wasn't. Shortly after taking seat upon the the throne chair I found that I was followed for a while by a hunter from the village my sister was from. That was another fight of which I lost to. Granted, I felt weak, so I didn't provide much resistance to him. The man thought he killed me at first when his sword pierced my chest, but then was absolutely shocked when I didn't succumb to the silver in his sword and start to disintegrate. The only thing I thought as my breath drew shallow was that I was immune to silver and probably the sunlight, too.
Woman: Very odd
Kraeven: We all thought so, for there was a witness.
Woman: Your sister?
Kraeven: No, a woman I do not know. She wanted to follow under me for some reason. I believe she liked me until I scared her.
Woman: Perhaps.
Kraeven: Upon what was supposed to be my last breath of "life" I started changing on the spot. My skin felt like it was turning to stone.
Woman: Stone?
Kraeven: It felt like it was hardening, becoming stronger. My skin turned black like the onyx. My physical appearance changed dramatically.
Woman: Very odd....very odd in deed.
Kraeven: Slowly, too. When it was all over, I stood from where I layed and stared down the man that apparently killed me. I resembled that of a demon. With its speed and strength, too. I was in a state of shock, so I let the man get away. I had claws. I had a tail. My knees inverse. I grew wings. It was then I thought I was demon. I tried my best to learn how to control that.
Woman: I can see where you would get this idea from.
Kraeven: When the woman saw that, she, too, ran. After I thought I knew what I was, I now hod more questions. In the mean time I returned to that village where that woman that shared my mother's eyes were.
Woman: Why do I get the name Skylar in my head? Who is Sklyar?
Kraeven: That is my sister's name.
Woman: Skylar is your sister....
Kraeven: How clairvoyant of you.
The woman blinks a few times.
Kraeven: Is something the matter?
Woman: Who is Kyndra?
Kraeven: Another half-sister I later discovered, relative on my father's side.
Woman: Very interesting...indeed. Continue.
Kraeven: In the mean time of trying to figure out what I was, again, I took up arms and joined forces with my sister and her partner.
Woman: So you took blood.
Kraeven: I felt justified since it wasn't the blood of the living and we only targeted those whom where careless and foolish with their nature, I found.
Woman: Ah..vampiric blood.
Kraeven: My sister was part of a very noble organization. They aimed at those whom broke the laws of the world rather than just any specific target that doesn't need to be eradicated. Therefor, if a vampire has killed when it doesn't need to, it will be hunted and same applies for a demon, too.
Woman: Then they needed to feel the icy blade on their heartless skin.
Kraeven: There are places in where these rules are void, though. None of us were allowed on those terrains, however, if they left the comfort of that, they were free for the picking. "What the hell are you and why are you back?" Was what I was greeted with when I ran into that woman again.
Woman: listens to the man.
Kraeven: Word got out that she had a personal agenda with a monster that clawed her mother's tombstone which got her into trouble with her organization. I told her that I knew who did it. She wanted to kill the monster that did it.
Woman: oh lord
Kraeven: "I clawed my mother's tombstone out of anger for leaving me. It seems that I upset a sister I didn't know about in the process." She was stunned. So was Reinhardt. Those two were inseparable. I let them continue believing that I was a vampire while hiding the other side of what I was from them. They were astonished that I could grow so quickly. They welcomed me into the organization considering the fact that I offered my services for free while secretly working under others to find out what I was. That posed a conflict. For one man I worked for was a demon and I didn't know about it. He looked too human.
Woman: .....hmmmm
Kraeven: That's why those demons are dangerous. Because you can never know their true nature until the final moment.
Woman: Correct.
Kraeven: I fought for him and for my sister until one day I took a personal leave for the man. It seems a village started taking up arms and revolted against him for greedy desires and wanted to kill him and his family with no just cause. The reason I know now to be that they found out he was a demon and wanted him dead. At the time I was told they were possessed and only saught for blood.
Woman: Humans are very odd creatures.
Kraeven: I burned them all.
Woman: Fire...
Kraeven: Until a specialized task force was called into action.
Kraeven: I thought it was fitting... For what the humans did to my mother and these trying to do the same.
The woman lays her hands on to the table.
Kraeven: "So you want to play, do you?" I yelled to them. I remember that moment so vividly. They took shelter behind structurally stable buildings. I found out who they were as soon as I ran around the corner.
Woman: mmmmhmmm
Kraeven: They fired at me with their crossbows upon instinct until they saw it was me. We were all shocked.
Woman: I can picture it.
Kraeven: The silence troubled the man I worked under. I was being brought up to speed with the situation. And so I had to turn on him, but he's not slow, so he fled. He had a daughter.
Woman: That's not good. Leaving his own blood behind.
Kraeven: He didn't. He took her with him.
Woman: Good.
Kraeven: And she was opposed to him. It has her that helped me take him out and it was her of whom my first love was with.
Woman: Ah...very interesting.
Kraeven: I hurt her once.
Woman: I'm sure you didn't mean to. Sir, I hate to do this. But I have another engagement to attend to. I would like to continue this another time.
Kraeven: That will be fine. I actually have to take my leave, too. Soon, if anything.
Woman: It has been a pleasure. I look forward to our next meeting.
Kraeven: As do I. Fair well mademoiselle.
Woman: Until then. Be safe and take care.
The woman bows to him. She walks over to the door, unlocks it and leaves.
 Kraeven · Wed May 13, 2009 @ 09:23pm · 1 Comments |
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