The Ring

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The halls were now dark, as everyone who lived in Kandor's manor were tucked away in their suites. Most of the Vampiric council lived at the manor, whilst the rest of the colony had lived outside of it. Similar to the monarchy system Chrissa'd grown accustomed to. As they walked through the halls, there existed a calming silence. A silence that Chrissa had only ever experienced when she was back at her own palace, hidden away in her bedroom.

It was the type of silence Chrissa would possess when she painted. She hadn't since the day Stephen invaded her palace. She suddenly found her fingers itching to create art.

"Did you see who left the note?" Asked Michael, as they finally walked out of the halls and started making their way to the front of the manor.

There were two large doors that towered above them. They were usually open during the day, but at night of course they'd been shut. The Vampiric guards of the Manor had been absent at that time. Chrissa figured there probably wasn't a night shift for them because not many people invaded the Vampiric, let alone knew their exact location. They were hidden, and people usually left them alone. Terrified of receiving their curse.

Mars had an annoyed tone, "they took Max and want me as a sacrifice and that's all I know."

"I just don't get how you could sleep through something like that," he scoffed, "If I were in bed with Chrissa and someone opened the door, I'd be wide awake." Chrissa swallowed her laugh at his response.

She narrowed her eyes, "some of us are heavy sleepers."

Michael threw his head back, and uncrossed his arms. "What's up with that, anyway? I thought Vampires didn't need to."

Mars rolled her eyes and pressed her lips when she realized he changed the subject. But she shook her head, "I guess we can dream and stuff, but our body never gets tired. It's like we have this...constant energy. Only our minds need rest, I guess. Which is why we sleep," she finished, in a singsong voice.

Chrissa turned to face the two of them and crossed her arms. "If you two keep conversing, we'll never get out of here quietly," she scorned in a low voice.

"Yes, mother," Mars teased with a hidden smile.

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and furrowed his brows as he sensed footsteps. When Chrissa saw who it was, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Mars felt anxiety grow in the pit of her stomach, and Michael's face hardened into a cold expression.

"Leave us be, Kandor." Chrissa mumbled, with a knowing look in her eyes that only she and him understood. It was a bit manipulative, she thought. But she needed to get to where Max was. She needed to know who was out to get her, and if she was Kandor's weakness Chrissa figured she'd play with the idea of that to her best ability to get what she wanted. Her eyes invited him in seductively, and he drank in her gaze, but It was only a quick gesture that lasted only a second before Kandor tore his eyes away from her.

He straightened his spine. "No. Not so fast," he spoke, as he played with one of the thick silver rings that rested amongst his slender fingers. Michael rolled his eyes, when Kandor asked, "you're leaving my manor. Where to?"

"Running errands," he responded sarcastically, with narrowed eyes. "Would you like a loaf of bread?"

Kandor squinted, but then smirked stupidly. "You must take me for a fool."