Red like Bloody Roses

Chapter 3 - Slumber and Awakening

I drift through sleep, becoming aware again, and I start feeling a foreign pressure in my skull as I rest. I feel so sick and tired, even as I sleep. How long must I sleep before I feel okay again?

I groan mutely as a strange, far-distant feeling comes over me like a wave of warm water. I feel my feeble strength wane and fade again as it has for the last...the last...long time...

how long has it been?

How many cycles of losing strength, going comatose, becoming aware only to lose my strength again?

why is this happening-

I feel a memory shift within me, as i finally register the words i had barely heard.

"...make my clan stronger"

worse still is the voice. I dimly recognize it...

So that's why. someone's using my strength, no, my blood. someone's draining my blood in order to make their group stronger.

No more.

NO MORE!

I slam my mind against the foreign pressure, and force my body to respond, slowly opening my eyes. I let out a tiny whimper as I felt agony race across my body. I have a feeling akin to sleep paralysis as I force my body to twitch and move. I look around weakly, and my heart sinks. I'm inside a stone box of some kind. there's only one thing this could be- a sarcophagus.

I let out a weak breath, trying to speak. "I gotta...get outta here..."

I weakly push against the lid, and my muscles spasm in agony. I grit my teeth, as I feel the pressure in my skull intensify. I must've just been drained.

"Show...my vitals..."

[HP: 1/100]

[MP: 0/100]

[SP: 10/100]

I grit my teeth at the sight. just one HP?

3rd pov:

Now, most people would give up at this point...but not Martin. not right now. you see, he's always had incredible issues with anger. to the point where the world fades from focus except for his will and wrath. not the typical 'world goes red', but rather a more focused, almost altered state of perception.

Speaking of-

"more power..."

Martin mutters, gritting his teeth so hard that they creak eerily. his weak, shaking limbs steady as his wrath begins to boil over.

"I need more power...I won't let myself be a victim..."

His weak voice rasps out, and unbeknownst to him, dark, potent mana begins to flow from deep within his soul. He lets out a low, quiet groan filled with fury, as the sarcophagus's lid slowly begins to slide off from his pushing and shoving.

when it's fully off, Martin drags himself out and heaves for breath as his body gives up. he passes out, as his torn and bleeding muscles slowly try to heal.

1st pov:

pain. Pain encompasses my body as I slowly come to, my muscles sore and aching in protest of what I had done, and my mind swimming with exhaustion and lack of use. 

"Ugh...just how long was I asleep? how long was I...fuel for whoever did this? Wait...clan...shit. shit. that's what Harkon calls his group of Vampires... fucking hell."