The Ring

0014

They had been walking the halls of the Vampiric Manor. The walls were tall and black. And amongst them, accompanied torches that held a vibrant orange fire. The floors had been a dark marble stone, its pattern twisting into beautiful spirals and twists along with grays and blacks and slight splotches of whites here and there.

There had been a Vampiric guard behind both Chrissa and Michael, guiding them to an unknown place. He had soft eyes, caramel skin, and light curly hair. Despite him being a Vampire, something about him seemed rather joyful, Chrissa thought.

Quickly after her and Michael's heated session in the room, the guard had appeared to pick them up and take them elsewhere.

"Is this necessary?" Asked Michael in annoyance, when he glared back at the silver gun that had slightly poked against his back.

"Quiet, n-newborn," The guard said. There was something off about his tone of voice, it was almost as if he was trying too hard to sound tough.

Michael rolled his eyes and snorted. "I'll talk whenever–"

"Michael..." Chrissa cut him off, as she shot him a wild look. He was being ridiculous, she thought. Part of her wanted to break out but another part of her didn't see the point because she had to accept her fate at some point.

She looked down at her outfit. She'd changed clothes after she and Michael slept together. She remembered going back into the room she was placed in, shuffling through the closet, and putting on something that satisfied her.

She wore a black corset top along with tight leather pants and a silver belt. She felt so strange wearing pants of any kind. She'd never worn them before, but she found herself liking the texture. A part of her missed dresses, though. Chrissa also found herself liking shoes that weren't heels. Her feet were more relaxed, and comfortable. She would always miss it though, she thought.

"Must you always be difficult?" She laughed a bit.

He shook his head, "I don't like this." Michael started, when he looked at the dark haired girl. He wore a long sleeved shirt with dark pants and a golden belt. She realized he must've rummaged through the closet too. "First, they turn us. Then–"

Suddenly, as he was about to get another word in, the guard had pulled back the trigger. A painful substance had shot into Michael's shoulder. It singed his skin as if it were acid, the substance tearing it apart as if it were fire.

Chrissa caught Michael's balance slightly, as he staggered back a bit.

However, as soon as the wound healed itself he shoved the guard angrily. "Never do that again," he seethed.

Chrissa only rolled her eyes at the interaction.

"Was that terribly necessary?" She narrowed her eyes at the guard. His eyes were widened, and he tried to hide his fear. She'd often forget how intimidating Michael could be. She'd gotten used to it. In fact, she liked that about him because she knew how to crack it.

The guard ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Uh, sorry. But you were getting too loud. I-It's Kandor's orders..." The light haired boy said. He looked no older than Michael. Maybe a year younger. "Plus it's my first day and I uh, I don't wanna' get on his bad side."

Michael cracked his knuckles, and cocked his head.

"Shoot me again and you'll be on mine."

"N-noted."

Chrissa nearly laughed, "bad side? Please. What could possibly be worse than Vampirism?" She marveled.

The guard stopped walking, and turned to her. "Uh...Glycarian? It's a substance that was a created attempt to get rid of the curse. But uh, instead it kills Vampires. It was found in a lab near the Wizardlands and was banned. Kandor invaded the lab though, and stole all of it and figured out how to make it. Now we use it as self-defense against other Vampires who uh, act out."