A Debt to Pay

**Yawgmoth** · Oct 25th, 2009 02:53 PM

Ith hated debts. He left the outside world decades ago and in doing so managed to leave behind all bills as well. But now there was a different type of bill, and the collector for a late payment was not someone (something?) he wanted to meet. There was a boy who Lazarus came to know by happenstance some while back; a poor lad who was drinking at the wrong place at the wrong time with a friend.

But Lazarus gave him a better drink, one that would keep him coming back for more...

"Doctor Wilson, let's see if you can work this infernal machine." He pulled on a massive black sheet with large masses beneath it on a desk sitting against a wall in his office. With nothing to cover it, a very old computer was revealed.

Ith hated computers. He left the outside world decades ago and in doing so managed to leave behind most modern advances in technology. But now there was something demanding that he made use of this new technology. This old machine was given to him somewhere around 1999, and made odd noises when it ran. A few years ago someone new in the technology department came and hooked up something called the "internet" and told him it would let him "surf" through information.

Ith hated the technology department.

"Let me take a look, M-Mister Warden." Wilson's shaky voice was afraid. He needed to get back to sleep, but Lazarus' will was more important. The machine fired up, and rumbled for several minutes before the Windows 98 desktop finally appeared on the screen.

Whatever "Windows 98" was, Ith hated it.

He was growing impatient now. "Find me all the information you can on this boy, particularly an address." A demand, not a request. The doctor slid a piece of paper with an address and a name on it: Jerry Kreiger. Wilson looked at it for a moment, then opened Internet Explorer. No, he didn't want to update the browser either. Are you sure? Yes, Wilson was sure. Would you like a reminder in 30 days? Dr. Wilson looked up to Lazarus then back to the IE Update screen; no, that wouldn't be necessary.

"Make it quick, Wilson." The Nosferatu placed his hand on the top of Wilson's head, tapping his fingers against the skull through his messy brown hair. That alone should be persuasive enough to try especially hard.

"Y-yes s-sir..." The ghouled doctor started to type furiously through search databases. He just wanted to go back to sleep...

Computer Search

After one minute too many Ith grew impatient wish his servant's ineptitude with this device. The fingers stopped tapping and grabbed him by the hair, forcing Wilson to look him in the undead eyes. "We will drive there then, and you're coming." Lazarus' hands, entwined in Wildon's hair, gripped and forced the ghoul to nod in agreement.

"Very good." His voice sounded like an agitated hiss. "I will notify Harold to bring the car around to the front. You are to meet us there in five minutes."

Dr. Charles Wilson knew better than to object. Ith hated objections.

The time passed, and eventually Harold brought the car around. Dr. Lazarus was all ready, the folded piece of paper with Jerry's address folded in his lap. He handed it to Harold and told him to drive to the address described. Wilson eventually entered the car looking quite fearful; he had never gone on one of Lazarus' "out-calls."

"Harold, when we arrive turn the headlights off and make a few passes by so we may observe what we are working with." Another demand, not a request.

Ith hated requests.

**DaevaDude** · Oct 25th, 2009 04:41 PM

Arriving and driving by the address in question, Dr. Lazarus and his companions all the curtains and blinds closed, but notice signs of light from behind two sets of windows... the large picture windows in front and to one side, which would probably correspond to a living room, and a set of upstairs windows on the other side of the house from the livng room.

The house itself is pretty unremarkable... older style, pre-WW II, two stories.

**Yawgmoth** · Oct 25th, 2009 06:02 PM

What time would you say it is?

**DaevaDude** · Oct 25th, 2009 08:58 PM

Around 1 am.

**Yawgmoth** · Oct 28th, 2009 02:45 PM

What was he doing out here? The beast within him was growing in his ear to stroll up to the front door, knock it down, and proceed to take the boy with force. But common sense was telling Lazarus otherwise. There was no good way to approach this situation at the moment and also uphold the masquerade. He had the name and address, but at this hour nothing was to be gained from it.

The car circled one more time before Lazarus directed Harold back to the Asylum. There were better ways to approach this.

The next night, directly after waking from daysleep.

The computer had failed him, but that was to be expected. The old ways were often the best. On that note, Harold entered the office holding a brand-new phone book from the reception office. He set it down on Lazarus' desk.

This will be simple. Look up the last name, Kreiger, compare each matching last name to the address I have written down. Then I will have the phone number...

Phone Number Investigation

**DaevaDude** · Oct 28th, 2009 08:18 PM

The Doctor now has the phone number.

**Yawgmoth** · Oct 30th, 2009 01:04 PM

With the phone number in hand, it was only a matter of getting the boy on the phone and giving him the instructions. The problem, however, was getting past the parents who would most assuredly answer the phone. Then again, the kind of parents who let their child go out drinking in graveyards might not give a damn about who calls their kid at all. Ith Lazarus was a creepy man, and he knew that much about himself -- there was no way to pass off his raspy voice as a friend of Jerry's.

But Doctor Wilson, on the other hand, he was a tender and caring man. He could easily call and use his young healthy voice to pass himself off as a friend. Lazarus gestured for him to come closer and pointed toward the phone.

"You will call the Kreiger family and ask for Jerry. If the parents ask who is speaking, you will give your name as Chuck. Once Jerry is on the line, you will give the phone to me." Another demand.

Lazarus took the phone and was sure to dial *67 first to make the call from a restricted number. Once the phone started to ring, he handed it to his ghoul to do the next part.

Do you want me to play Wilson for this? And should I just make an e-comm thread?

**DaevaDude** · Oct 31st, 2009 08:04 PM

Go ahead and play him

**Yawgmoth** · Oct 31st, 2009 08:08 PM

Dr. Wilson was a bit nervous to make this call, but he did what his master ordered him to do.

Hey, at least I'll get to talk to some normal people -- right?

Phone pressed against his head, Dr. Charles Wilson waited for someone in the Kreiger residence to answer their phone.

**DaevaDude** · Oct 31st, 2009 08:16 PM

The phone rings for a bit, then a gruff voice answers. "Yeah."

A loud TV can be heard in the background.

A Debt to Pay

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