Elijah smirked as he slowly stepped down the hallway, watching as the master rested belly-down on the ground, struggling as he crawled slowly down the hallway.
Elijah just dragged a knife against the wall, stepping slowly to follow him.
He smirked as he watched the trail of blood spread along the marble floors. "Oh, who's going to clean this mess?"
The master just kept crawling, struggling to breathe as he tried to get away.
Elijah just chuckled as he dragged the knife against the wall. "You poor thing. Should've had lunch, master. A wound that fatal won't heal if you're hungry, didn't you know? And," he laughed, "what sucks is that you don't have enough strength to fight and feed on me. Now that's hard."
The master choked as he kept pulling himself forward.
"You're slow," Elijah said, tipping his head to the side. "It's getting boring."
He just clicked his tongue as he shook his head. "Can't go any faster?"
The master only kept his pace.
Elijah smiled, chuckling. "Well... that's sad for you then."
He just stepped forward and caught the master's leg, making him yell out as he turned away, now pulling his weak form.
He heard the sweet cries from the master's throat, and the squeak of his blood smearing on the floors.
Elijah glanced back, eyes glowing in the darkness. "Don't die yet. There're still so many games I'd like to play with you."
The master only caught the floor, trying to catch his hands on something—anything—but he only ended up scraping the pads of his fingers open.
He fought Elijah's grip, but he was too weak.
"Let's see," Elijah said as his choked cries filled the hallways riddled with corpses. "I wonder... what would be a nice room? We're in a hotel but, you know... I want a big, open space. Yeah, that would be nice." He smiled. "Ooh, what about the pool room? The sauna? Ooh."
The master only cried out, trying to catch onto a corpse, but he was too slow; Elijah already pulled him to the right, dragging him down the hallway.
He continuously tried to catch onto his worker's dead corpses, but they were too far out of reach.
But—finally—they entered the pool room.
And the master's skin met the sand-paper floors, and Elijah dragged him in.
He screamed when the skin of his face sliced open with the floors, and he fought harder, but Elijah's grip didn't weaken.
But they made it further in the room, and Elijah stopped at a slide that swirled into the pool, and a rope for the gate settled next to it. "Ooh," he said, smirking, "that's helpful."
He then set the master down, and distantly heard his cries as he caught the rope and unwound it, after jumping up and catching onto a banister with one hand.
He tied the rope around the metal then, winding it around and tightening it.
He dropped back onto his feet, finding the master dragging himself to the door.
Elijah smirked, stepping over to him and kneeled down. "Where are you going? You can't run from me." He chuckled. "Are you just going to drag yourself miles away? You know what's better?" He caught his hair, smiling dangerously. "Stay and play with ME."
He forced him up, making him scream as Elijah dragged him back over to the rope by his hair.
The master clawed at Elijah's hand with his ripped fingernails, but it didn't even seem to faze him.
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Secrets (Crave: 3) (FINISHED)
VampireI will kill him. I will mutilate him. I will make him hurt. And he'd never want to be alive again. After Luna was almost murdered by the doppelgänger mirroring her lover, Elijah finally got her back in his arms to protect her. Luna was fragile now...
