The Ring

009

"Well if it isn't the princess and her little plaything." A voice said as they approached both Michael and Chrissa. He was tall, his hair as silver and pale as snow. His eyes marinated over Chrissa, and his lips had melted into a smirk. He wore a long, white cape with a matching expensive-looking suit.

Michael swallowed a laugh, "you look like a lunatic."

Chrissa smacked his arm.

He rolled his eyes, and looked at her, "what? Don't tell me you know this guy," Michael said, as he'd gotten up from the ground of the forest and helped Chrissa up as well.

Chrissa squinted her eyes at the silver haired man. He looked familiar, but she couldn;t quite put a finger on it. "Who are you?" She questioned, "a-and how do you know who I am?"

"Kandor. King of the Vampriclands. You're in my territory, and also the key we've been searching for," He spoke in dark laughter.

There were Vampires that surrounded both Chrissa and Michael, they looked at them as if they were prey. Fear had suddenly coursed through Chrissa's veins, as she subconsciously held Michael's hand in the midst of it all. His hands were warm and rough. She liked them. It calmed her down slightly.

She'd never seen Vampires, but she'd read of them in history books as a young girl. Of their lifelong war with the Fae. And if it was one thing she despised, it was Vampires.
The history between the Fae and the Vampiric went back to when one Fae creature had been punished by the spirit of Karma for being too egoic; so it cursed him with Vampirism. Soon, year by year, the virus had spread, as more of the Fae began to turn. As a result, the Fae began to fight against the cursed ones, and everything had split in two. Vampires were then kicked out of the Fae colonies, and the Vampiriclands had formed.

Chrissa had never dreamed of visiting the Vampiriclands. She hated Vampirism. It was a disease. She couldn't imagine ever becoming one.

"What could I possibly give you?" She asked, her voice almost shaking. She didn't understand what a Vampire could ever want with a Fae creature but absolute destruction. That's what they were, she thought. The bane of their existence had been rooted in darkness.

Michael turned to her, "Chrissa–"

She rolled her eyes, "no, this is my fight."

"You don't have to do it alone."

A girl with long, silver hair then emerged from the crowd of Vampires and stood beside Kandor. Her lips were dressed in dark lipstick, she looked familiar to Chrissa and Michael, but then it clicked. She was the woman that they had met days ago when they were in the village before Stephen attacked. She had been tracking them all along for whatever reason they had planned.

Kandor then clapped his hands, as lightning then struck all around them. "Excellent, everyone's here now."

There was a faint scar that had been on the left of his face which made him all the more jarring. His eyes rested on Chrissa, and his expression grew serious. "Your fiance never told you he had a brother, did he?"

Realization had spread like a wave across her face, as her jaw dropped. "Y-you're Stepehn's brother," she marveled. Chrissa then shook her head, "but how? I've never seen you before, ever."

"My brother figured that if he channeled the spirit of Karma and asked for eternal power, that it would grant it to him at a price."

Suddenly, Kandor's eyes grew distant. They held the same type of lostness that Chrissa remembered feeling when Stephen had murdered the kitchenmaid right in front of her.
He half-smiled, his eyes lost in a dark dream, "when we were eleven, he took me to the deepest darkest point in the forest, and traded the essence of my Fae roots for Vampirism, so that the spirit of Karma would grant him with eternal power," he then looked to the ground.