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The janitor had finished his daily chores, and kicked back in the bed. He was thinking about the experiment, and about the death of Dr. Vovan. He was pondering also the incident in the bathroom. Was he going mad or had it really happened? And what in the world does the medical student's name have to do with anything?
There was a knock on the door. It was the nurse, who had come to check that Gamecube had put all of the equipment on correctly for taking the measurements. Behind her was standing Hercules.
"Good evening, Mr GameCube," said the nurse, "I just wanted to check that everything is in order here. Also, in this gentleman's room, the equipment seems to be acting up, so he will have to sleep with you tonight, if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind. I was just getting bored in this bare room any way. Would be nice to have some diversion, at least."
"Good then, you can use the second bed by the other wall there, Mr. Hercules," said the nurse as she started setting up the second set of equipment for the cook. "You know, it's weird. It's like electronics just don't want to work in that one room. I received a shock when I touched one of the electrodes for measuring pulse, and when we checked the data for Hercules, it was all screwed up for last night, so I'm afraid we'll have to scrap his previous readings altogether. Today, when I went to his room to check everything for the night, half of the stuff wasn't even turning on. That room is not the only one either. Others nearby showed some strange readings that we will have to discard."
"Yeah... I think there's the same thing in my room," came a new voice from the door.
The nurse looked around, and seeing the archeaology student said: "Mr. Self Biased? What are you doing here?"
"It's like I said. I may be no expert in them wires and things, but I tell you, there's something weird going on with your electronics. So I was wondering if I could spend the night here, as well."
"Well, I am sorry but you know that is impossible. All the rooms are furnished the exact same way. Have you seen how many beds are in your room?"
"Two, but can't I sleep on the floor here or something?"
"No, because then we can't take measurements, and in that case, you might as well sleep in your own bed at home."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that much."
"I'm sure that is so", said the nurse with notes of anger appearing in her voice, "if it wasn't for the little piece of paper you signed, which means as soon as you leave, you lose all the pay. Come now, I will see about the electronics in your room."
With that, the nurse departed, pushing self biased out the door. She returned a few minutes later to finish the arrangements here, shanking her head.
"That man is afraid of something, though just can't see what. He is quite scared. The equipment in his room is in perfect working order, though he still insisted that I transfer him to a different room."
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Father Nikolai, couldn't sleep. The man of superstition fought, within him, the man of faith. His own religion was telling him that there was no such thing as Vampires, only wicked men, who drink the blood of others, figuratively speaking, and that he, of all people, would be able to cope with such evil and eradicate it. Yet, the rumour did not let him fall asleep. As soon as he dozed off, he could see pale faces and fangs, and he would jump up in the bed with a start. After rolling in the bed for an hour or so, Father Nikolai decided that it would indeed be best to go visit one of the other subjects of the experiment. Maybe someone else can't sleep either. Maybe someone else needs company. Nikolai chose Dr. Spike, for the reverend man had got the impression that the doctor was not quite himself earlier today, when they had a chance to talk. With that thought, Nikolai took off for Dr. Spike's room.
Father Nikolai passed by self biased's room, and by the deserted room of Hercules, and by the rooms of the professors. The last door was Dr Spike's and Father Nikolai saw a strip of light under the door. He went in without a knock. Dr Spike didn't quite notice the guest at first: he was sitting upright on the bed, his elbows on his knees, and the face buried in his hands. Father Nikolai stood, somewhat embarassed at the door, looking at the man on the bad, but not calling out for him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and made a sort of a coughing noise. Dr Spike lifted his head and looked at the other man with somewhat dazed eyes.
"Ah, hello, Father. It's hot in here, isn't it?"
"It is a little stuffy, yes."
"Well, what brings you here, any way?"
"I couldn't sleep. To be honest, I feel there is evil in this building, and I believe we should stick together."
"Evil huh?", said Dr Spike with a chuckle, "Well, then we need all the strength we can muster to battle it, don't you think, sir? Let us get some sleep and replenish the vital energy!"
"Indeed. I will sleep on that other bed there, if you don't mind."
"Help yourself", said Spike, lay down into his bed, and turned towards the wall.
The priest set up his own bed, and even was so kind as to take out the second set of measurement equipment and affix the electrodes to his body, in as proper fashion as he could, and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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The door shut with a bang, and Father Nikolai jumped in his bed with a scream. "Who's there?!" he cried, thinking death itself had come for him. But when the light turned on, it was nothing more scary than Dr Spike in his pajamas and with a bottle of water in each of his two hands.
"Sorry I woke you up, Father. I just went out for a drink. It was so hot in here, I thought half of my fluids came out through sweat in the few hours I slept. Here, I bought some water, too," said Dr Spike, passing one of the bottles to Father Nikolai, "It's nice and cool - straight out of the vending machine downstairs. Will cool you down in no time flat."
"Thank you, Doctor, I am sure my body needs that. But you look pale. Is anything the matter?"
"No, no, father, I am just fine. Just a little thirsty is all."
But Dr Spike was clearly not fine. He was growing paler by the minute, and his hands started shaking. The Doctor tried to smile, but produced only a strange grin that seemed to make his face very animal-like, and for a moment Father Nikolai had thought he saw elongated dog-like canines lifting the upper lip of the Doctor, but as he blinked staring at the suffering face of DrSpike, the vision disappeared. The economist tried to lift a bottle to his mouth, but his hand went limp, and the bottle fell down and hit the floor, and soon thereafter, the professor followed.
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Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to announce that another tragedy struck last night. As if the horror of Dr. Vovan's death was not enough, we have lost another man that was dear to the academic community, and to us all personally. Dr. Spike has left this world last night.
Medical anlysis shows that there is little reason to suspect he was murdered. He has died of severe dehydration. His body was otherwise healthy and undamaged, save for a little scar on his neck, which seems to have been inflicted some days ago - certainly before last evening - and could definitely not be the cause of death. As to the reason of the man's dehydration, we haven't much clues at the moment. It was almost as if he had spent a few days in the desert. Father Nikolai here says that the deceased had complained of unbearable heat in the room, whereas he himself did not feel any such inconvenience. Indeed, the physical data from the Father shows that he must have been feeling perfectly well during the night, whereas the Doctor's readings seem to indicate a rather high level of dehydration that peaked around the time he had left the room. The coroner is currently investigating the precise cause of the loss of water by Dr Spike's body.
Now, let me tell how our own experiment is progressing...
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OOC: Well, there you have it. Another death, and hopefully some reason for rumours to start going around.
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:31
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OOC:  So, I am the new suspect now? I am sure I can't convince you otherwise, but I hope the others use their brains and don't just join the docpile.
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Father Nikolai wandered around in the living room. He felt quite scared on the thought that he had actually slept in the same room as the vampire. Or was it one of the vampires? The thought of there being more vampires had not striked his mind before he heard some of the others discussing the possibility. Suddenly he discovered Snowflake and ljube sitting together, whispering. From time to time they looked towards him. He sighed. Everyone was suspicious towards eachother at the moment.
"Father Nikolai?"
The priest turned around. It was self.
"Yes?" he replied.
"I..." self began, "...I was wondering... DrSpike was the vampire, right?"
Self looked ill, the priest though. He looked pale and tired. Maybe he had slept badly last night? Or...? No. Nikolai tried to clear him mind. He had to think of something less negative. Ah, yes. Thinking postive was always the best thing to do, he reminded himself. That and prayer always helped. He looked back on self.
"It looks like that. Of course we might never know, but the possibility is high. I, on the other hand, is more worried on the possibility for it being another vampire around..."
"Do you suspect anyone?" self continued.
"Well... I am not sure... Besides, I can't be as good at knowing the human nature as I thought, since I didn't suspect DrSpike. God have mercy on him."
He got a thoughtful look.
"On the other hand, he was hardly a human anymore, I guess. Vampires have lost their humanity I've heard it's said. Anyway, I won't say anything for sure regarding my suspicions yet. Let me think and collect my thought for a while, ok?" the priest smiled.
Self smiled weakly back.
Father Nikolai looked at him.
"You slept bad tonight, right? You seem so tired..."
"What? Oh, yeah..." self responded, but his mind seemed somewhere else.
"Remember, God's peace are always there for you when you need rest." the Father smiled, and pointed at a vacant sofa.
"There, sit down a bit, it will do you good."
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You may change your vote if you wish.
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Originally posted by Ljube-ljcvetko
That means the regular vampire would die trying to drink blood from the head vampire? |
Firstly, it is true that "made" vampires do not know their master. They are in the perfect darkness as to the identity of that which had given them their gift of immortality. The immortality that comes at a price.
However, does it really mean that an attempt to drink blood from the head vampire will necessarily fail? May the beastly prince of darkness not summon the remnants of humanity from his wicked heart and feel pity of that which he had helped create? May he not therefore nourish his subject on some of his own blood, so as to strengthen his clan of vampires?
Hmmmm...
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quote:
Originally posted by Nikolai
OOC: I thought vampires had no blood? It's how I have understood the stories I've heard during my life at least. |
OOC: Well, I guess I am basing this on a more american view of the vampire, which I have gathered from the game Vampire: Bloodlines.  There, vampires do, in fact, have blood, and they can feed other vampires with it to make them stronger, or heal them or whatever, and they can even let mere mortals drink their blood, which makes the mortal the vampire's servant, addicted to his master's blood, though not quite a vampire himself.
The rule above seems only reasonable to me, especially because even if the vampire knows the head vampire's identity he will rarely find him in his room, like Snowflake says.
However, the real question at hand is, why did Dr Spike die? Who is it he was trying to bite and couldn't? Or maybe he didn't try to bite anyone? Answer that, and you will very nearly have your lives saved. 
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:31
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OOC: How long is the voting period this time? 48 hours?
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"Doctor Smith?"
"Yes, Father?"
"I wondered... Would it be possible for me to get a book I have in my house, brought here? I think it might prove useful under the current situation... And I understand we are not to leave this building, so..."
"What kind of book is this?" the doctor asked.
"Well... It's a book I got from a friend right after my borther's demise. It's about various unnatural phenomenons, including vampires. How they are, react, how to try to deal with them, such things. You see, I am quite sure this is what we are dealing with now."
Smith sighed.
"My dear Father, I can assure you that these deaths will prove to have been of natural cases. It's nothing to worry about. But if you really want this book, I won't stop you. I'll arrange it tonight. OK?"
"Thank you, it's quite all right." the priest said.
"But I wouldn't be too sure about these 'natural deaths' if I was you..."
Nikolai got a worried look and went away.
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:31
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Theben stood alone in the darkness. His view was thru a thick black mist- he could see object beyond but couldn't make out anything definite. He heard voices around him... one was definitely that of a woman, though he did not recognize the voice. Soon it faded away, replaced with the leering face of a man. Yet another came before him... strange that they seem so familiar...
Theben lurched forward in the bed with a start. He felt his forehead, and it was drenched in sweat, as were his clothes. The events of yesterday had exhausted him, which made sleep come mercifully quick for a change.
"But at a price," he said to no one in particular.
"Sir?" Theben recognized the nurse attendant. "Are you okay? The data indicates you were having some trouble sleeping."
"Just the data only?"
"Well, that and the fact you were tossing and turning for half the night. Still, we have some interesting information from your readings. I think Dr. Smith will be very pleased with the findings, once we interpret them. It seems that the person across from you had a similar, though less intense, sleep pattern as you did, at about the same time."
"You mean problems sleeping? He probably heard my snoring."
"You didn't snore, at least last night anyway," laughed the nurse. "Drs. Vovan and Smith thought you might have been a good subject for this experiment when it started."
"Ah, so they saw my comatose leadership potential? I didn't realize I was so influential when asleep. Maybe that's what's wrong in my lectures. I'm awake and the students are asleep."
"Speaking of lectures, you might want to get ready for your next one," she chuckled. "It's almost 6:30." Then her face turned somber.
"There's been another death. DrSpike died last night."
"What!? When? How?"
"I don't know, sir. Someone said that it looks to be due to severe dehydration." The nurse finshed removing the sensors and equipment. "Take care, sir." She then departed and closed the door behind her.
Theben sat up slowly, massaging his neck and shoulders. He felt stiff all over. "Can't wait until this is over with, and get back into a real bed," he thought.
His mind wandered to his last meeting with DrSpike, in the orientation. He certainly looked healthy then. Any signs of dehydration, especially severe, would have shown. No, that can't be it. There has to be another explanation. Then the rumors came back to his mind.
No, that can't be it. It's ridiculous! Stories and old wives tales have no place in our modern era. Theben tried to reassure himself, but even he wasn't immune to wild theories when the unknown was staring him in the face.
Despite the stiffness and night terror, Theben felt better than he had in awhile. He got up, got dressed, and then looked around the lab. Last one out.
"Back to the slave mines." He departed and went to get ready for his lectures, but updated his planner went he got home.
1 pm. Go talk to father Nikolai.
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:31
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OOC: vovan: We're in an experiment that would be messed up if we were to go whereever we want, that's why.
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Father Nikolai sat in a chair, half sleeping, when someone suddenly called his name.
"Wh....at?" he mumbled.
"Oh, miss Snowflake! How do you do?"
Snowflake moved uneasy, and told the priest of her suspicions.
"What do you think?" she said.
"I....don't know, but it's certainly not worse than any other accusation, I've heard enough of them the last hours."
He shrugged.
"This is bringing out the worst in all of us, that's for sure..."
"But....do you think we should act upon this?" Miss Snowflake said uneasy.
The Father looked at her. A moment he thought he saw a red glow in her eyes. Could it? No, it must have been a mistake. Such a nice and charming young woman...
"Act? Do you mean... Kill the ones we suspect?"
"That would be the only reason I think." she said.
"But....kill? I am a man of God, I..."
"What did you want to do last night, when you wanted us to vote, then?"
"I........I...don' t know..."
"It's the only way, how much I hate it, it's the only way!"
"Oh...but..."
She stared at him.
"Ok." he said slowly, and wrote down two names, Hercules and Gamecube.
"Thank you!" she said, then she went away.
Father Nikolai looked after her. Then it hit him. This woman, she couldn't have been miss Snowflake, could she? Shbe looked exactly like her, but the behaviour and.....something else, made him wonder. He opened the book he had been brought earlier in the evening, and searched for 'vampires'. He found it. Then he looked at it, shocked to the botton of his soul.
'Vampires is known to often hide their real identity by two means in particular: By the form of a shadow, and by the form of other people. However, this is a difficult task, and a person meeting them, will often feel that something is wrong, without being able to point on what.'
Father Nikolai fell on his knees, desperately praying that he had not been fooled.
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14-01-2005 06:03
@ DrSpike. OMG you did it again!!! 
will have to do for now.
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