The Ring

0015

"I can't believe you," Chrissa seethed, as they were walking the halls again. They were heading towards the dining hall. As much as they wanted to object, both of them had been craving blood and were eager to get it. Much like before, there had been a Vampiric guard behind them with a silver gun pointed at their backs, guiding them to their destination.

"What was I supposed to do?" Michael said in slight annoyance, as he glanced at her.

"I don't know. But not that," she snapped. "Joining the Vampiric council. Really, Michael? They most likely want us dead!" Chrissa pointed out, "we should be planning our escape. We could go to the north. Not be one of Kandor's puppets."

Michael then looked at the floor, and then back into Chrissa's dark eyes. "Maybe this is the better choice," he spoke, as the flames from the walls had danced into the now pale blue of his eyes. She remembered how alive and vibrant they were when they were alive, but now they had gone lighter.

Chrissa felt as if he had driven a knife through her heart. Was she not enough for him? She thought to herself. Anger had welled up inside of her and she scoffed.

"Whatever we had, consider it done." She snapped, as she started to walk past him, "I'm finding a way to Endlaysha with or without you!"

"Okay, now you're being selfish." He said, as he sped up to her, and placed himself in front of her.

"No I'm not."

"Yeah, you are," he crossed his arms.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and shoved him away from her. His back had hit the wall angrily, as he fell to his knees. Michael cursed to himself, slightly shocked at Chrissa's newfound strength.
"Chrissa!" He shouted, as he staggered back to his feet and sped in front of her again in Vampiric-like speed.  "Leave me alone." She shot back at him and stopped, "I don't wish to speak with you anymore."

They suddenly were beginning to hear the sound of people coming from another room. They'd stopped in front of two large doors. When the guard had opened it, it revealed what looked like a cafeteria. Chrissa wasn't used to dining near so many people. Usually, she would feast in front of her family or amongst other royals in a more relaxed, and controlled environment.

There were tables amongst tables that had been organized into rows, that were seated by hundreds of Vampires all chatting, laughing, and having different conversations.

"Look Chrissa..." He started. But suddenly, Michael's eyes fell on someone. It was a girl who had been seated off to the side by herself. In her hands existed a small book, and beside the book a paper full of what looked like music notes. Her hair was radiant, and a mixture of different yellows and golds which fell all the way to her wrists beautifully. Her eyes held a delicate green color, and she had been dressed in a long sleeved dark blouse and dark pants.

"Lizette?" Michael said to himself, almost in a trance, as he gazed at her from afar. The memories had suddenly flooded his mind. The nights that they shared, the comfort, the palace. It all came crashing back to him and he had to talk to her.

Chrissa's head then shot up, and looked at Michael. She then followed his gaze to where he saw her. Music notes. Chrissa instantly knew who she was.

"Her or me." She said simply, and glared at Michael. "Choose," she said, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Michael shot her a pained expression, and hesitated. "Now Chrissa..."

"Her or me, Michael." She snapped. She'd never seen him like that. His eyes held adoration, and Chrissa knew that look. It was how he often looked at her.

"I need to talk to her," he said, when his eyes met hers again. "One conversation."

She rolled her eyes, "disastrous." Chrissa muttered, and pushed past him.