VtM: ProwlPlease read the Artist's Comments First!
This is Part Three, the other parts can be found on Tumblr or my DA Gallery
Aubrey eventually rolled over and rested her head on his chest. His skin was cool. Smooth. And silent.
Her mind was reeling, which had kept her up most of the night. She drifted in and out of sleep, and was far from rested when a muffled buzzing roused her attention.
She felt for the handle and eventually got the bed-like contraption to open. The glow from the lowly lit lights in the main apartment filtered in just enough to allow Aubrey to see what she was doing. She sat up and looked down at Moreau sleeping beside her. He was still there… for the first time, she had fallen asleep with him beside her and woken up with him still there. She gave a soft smile and ran her fingers over his face before crawling out and fumbling around with the banister until she got the bed to close again.
VtM: Down the Rabbit HolePlease read the artists comments first!
It was well into the next afternoon before Aubrey finally stirred. She rolled over, trying to hide her face from the afternoon sun that was making its way past the blackout curtains she had installed. The events of last night slowly began to trickle their way into her mind, and there was no question that it was real and not a dream - her muscles ached in all the right ways in all the right places. She was already smiling, until she reached over… to find only a cool empty bed.
She sat up, frowning as she realized he was gone His clothes were nowhere to be found, and she could see form where she lay the bathroom door was open and unoccupied.
She shook her head, a bit surprised at herself. It had been…a long time for her. And he was her boss.
Oh yeah…and she was going crazy.
She reached for her phone and called the only number she had for him. Unsurprisingly,
VtM: Of Gods and MonstersPlease read the artist's comments first!
Working at Moreau Laboratories was many things… tedious was never one of them. Not if one appreciated research work and trial testing. There was almost always one project or another, and people pulled from one to work on a different one, sometimes leaving research half finished, or putting it into an entirely different team. There were many justifications for this of course. All of these were pointed at Dr. Moreau, the enigmatic and rarely seen private owner of the company.
Moreau personally directed down the various projects, in the form of memos and emails. His reasons for the frequent changing of focus and such was often directed to his desire that “many hands” touch the tests, to make sure that they weren’t being personally influenced by anyone. It was unorthodox of course, and conjecture, since he rarely made appearances and never talked about it.