Sleeping on the wooden bench was far from comfortable but I'd have to bare it for one long day. "Little Jester i feel bad about lying to you...repeatedly. So I made you a gift" Perry reaches in her pocket and pulls out t small sheathed daggers. The steel handle wrapped with pitch black leather, and a blade was thin with 2 razor sharp edges. "How did you make this you're a clown not a blacksmith?" i ask slightly suspicious, Perry replies with a deep shrug and a cagey smile. "Of course apologizing for lies with lies, thank you" i abandoned hope for the truth and secured the dagger to my belt. I had no combat experience with daggers, but with my strength its all i can use so it had to do.
I had been holding the dagger in my hand in attempts to familiarize my self with them for quite a while, Perry seated across from me in the sturdy oak carriage. Eventually Perry speaks up "You didn't realize it you were dreaming until after you strangled the that pretty maid." I stopped dead in the middle of mock swipe with my new blades, it wasn't a question. It was a statement, even without looking i could feel Perry's knowing smirk. "Which means you've effectively a killer." Perry was right, in all ways that mattered. In the reflection of sharp steel i could see...my face painted white with deep red frown were the smile use to be. Even as the single tear fell from my eyes i felt nothing close to sadness, something was deep inside of me and i didn't want to face it currently.
"Hey friend, keep that part of you buried good and deep okay?" Perry said still grinning wide. Suddenly i notice the carriage was no longer steadily moving, The roads in the plains were so smooth that i had escaped my notice when the carriage slowly decreased its speed until eventually coming to a full stop. I peak my head outside my eyes are immediately assaulted by rays of midday sun, after adjusting to the bright light the first thing i notice was the carriage was no longer on the road at all... we in the middle of beautiful meadow, bright yellow flowers scattered across the grassland. The driver was gone a splash of blood seeping into wooden seat all that remained of him. Bright crimson blood dripped off the carriage seat into the bright green grass, drip after drip after drip after drip. Before Perry voice grabbed me from my own head "So the dream wasn't just deception i see."
I hadn't noticed taking a step or two forward, I hadn't noticed placing my hand in the pool or fresh warm blood, and absolutely had noticed when i started to lick my fingers clean one by one. Perry's voice finally reaching me after the thumb was clean as the rest. The taste was vastly different from my own, I'd tasted my own blood on several occasions. Its bitter metallic flavor like a old friend, this was new....this sweet and tangy flavor dancing across tastebuds in brilliant flashes I wanted more.
[Skill Level Up] Bloodlust
[Skill Level Up] Bloodlust
[Skill Level Up] Bloodlust
"You're part of old mosquito hag's bloodline, that explains a whole bunch honestly. Hey focus!" Perry says seemly growing in front of my eyes, now about of the size of a red cap. She grabs my face with her hands and urges me to focus on her, I try my best to focus while licking the remaining blood from my lips.
[Skill Level Up] Bloodlust
"Stop! Come on Little Jester you need to focus" Perry says while wiping my mouth with a handkerchief. "How does this relate to the dream Perry?" i ask Preriot still holding my face "Tudor!" Perry screamed "Lucky must've accessed memories deep inside your subconscious using your mother as a conduit. Dream diving without a point to focus on is dangerous for the diver. Lilim as his follower are have mastered this art using strong emotions to bind themselves to traumatic images of the dreamer to explore the subconscious mind. He likely just searching for our location and ended up discovering a a memory you buried deep and forgot. I doubted you were a Tudor but the little snack you just enjoyed has convinced me." Perry finishes what's so special about a Tudor anyway? It's just my mother's last name." I ask Perry confused why she's making a big deal about a name. "Have you heard the story of 'Bloody Mary'?" Perry asked me with a blank expression "Sure! That insane serial killer from about 250 years ago. Apparently she killed and dismembered 168 people over the course of only 4 years then she just vanished" I say remembering reading about the case in the academy for an assignment. "She didn't vanish she was recruited by the by a god of murder and made into a patron, she was also your great-great grandmother" Perry says evenly "Excuse me? i didn't hear that last bit" i say making a show of aiming my ear towards Perry 'Bloody Mary Tudor, worlds most dangerous serial killer is your great-great-grandmother!" Perry yells.
"So what's this Bloodlust skill and why is it level 5? i ask Perry while looking at my status "that's what happens when a member of our bloodline kills a human and then tastes spilled blood" that same silky voice i ran through dark corridors to escape came from behind me. It as Delilah stride towards us with a soft smile "Josef it's been a while" she said to me warmly and it had been, for her it had been years for me just a day since the dream version of her wanted me dead. "What's with face paint and who did you kill? Oh! Also who's this child?" she says pointing at Preriot "Preriot she's the progenitor of clowns and my patron, Preriot this Delilah Tudor my aunt" Delilah shakes Perry's hands with wide eyes "You were chosen?!" she asks shock evident in her voice raising a few octaves, quickly regaining control she ruffles my hair with her hand "I notices those nice daggers hanging in your waistband, how about train you. But know this boy, it wont be easy" she says "sure, but you've never been this nice to me before what changed?" i ask Delilah. She takes a deep breath and says "so so much nephew, how about i tell you when you're stronger?" she reaches her hand for a shake to on the deal she purposes. I grip her hand and nod "deal" i say. "Good you're gonna it need it" she said ominously. She instructed me to follow her, as she'd now become my teacher i obeyed.