Tyberius's P.O.V
Swirling grey whisps circle and curl around me. I feel weightless. I'm drifting down, down, down into the nuthing. The empty. Then I heat them. I hear their cries. Their wailing.
"What is this place?"
"Where am I"
"I shouldn't be here"
I am in the underworld. The cacophonous chorus of the dead echoed in my skull as I decended. Slowly a dim light bleeds into being. I see the ground below me. It boils and rolls with the shear mass of souls. In this cavern the walls themselves hold the scream, writhing dead. This is madness. All of us waiting to see Charon. Just as I am about to touch reaching throng, a agonizing pain rips through me. It's as though I'm being pulled back into the world of the living and. dragged into the land of the dead. My soul is pulled and tugged until one lets go. I am recoiled back, back into the light of the living.
My mortal body. I'm back in my mortal body. I crack open my eyes. It is dark. It smells like earth where I am. I try to sit up but my head hits something. For a momment I am confused. Then It dawns on me. Panic fills me. I kick and scratch at the encasement. I am in my coffin! Thats when I felt the buening. It's like fire in my veins! I try to scream but my vocal cords won't work. I writh and squirm in the wooden box. My breath quickens and my heart races. Slowly the burning receeds from my limbs. Then it's just in my torso. Finally it just in my throat, where it stays but not as painful. Once the burning stop, panic remained. I punched the lid of my coffin shattering it. Soil began to fill the box. I dig and claw my way up through the dirt until I feel the cool air at the surface. I crawl out of my grave to stand in the darkness. I feel the difference in what I am verses what I am.
I am no longer human.
I am a .......Vampire.
~~~~~~~~~Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ death~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remembered my first time coming down here as my soul whizzed down passed all the souls waiting to cross Archeron. Rhys just in front of me leading the way. A cold, empty feeling engulfed me when ever I came here. A questioning of what if. what if I didn't become a vampire that night so long ago. What if my soul was ment to toil in torment for all eternity. In a way thats exacty what happened when Sam cursed me. I suffer every day and night that I can't hold him in my arms.
There two ways to borad the ferry. At the front, where all human souls go; or the side where souls go who has business with the Council. We float down to the edge of the boats side entrence where we take on our mortal shapes. Human souls reflect how ugly a person was on the inside. Vampire souls reflect our mortal selves. There the doorman already knows why we are there. We pay our fare(which is to gold shillings) and board the boat. Not long after Charon anounced last call, then we set off.
We coasted along the banks of Archeron for what seemed like an eternity. Finally we can to the bridge that went over the river Styx. Rhys and I disembarked and crossed the bridge. I looked over the ancient brimstone molding to the river below. It churned with the souls of the damned as they where whisked away to their final torment. Taking my eyes from one horror to another, I looked up to behold the Gates of Hell. Just in front of them was the three. headed gaurd dog Cerberus. He was a massive charcol grey beast with three snapping jaws. He was nearly four stories tall and half a fooball field long. Maybe massive isn't fitting to descibe him. Rhys walked up to Cerberus with his head bowed and palms up. It was a show of submission. Cerberus's three noses each took a sniff at him. Then Cerberus moved to let Rhys pass. I on the other hand yielded to no one.(no one but Samandriel). I stood in front of the beast tall and un moved. Cerberus shook each of his heads. Then brought each one eyes level with me. I stared deep into the center pair of eyes. I would not be the first to blink. The beast snorted hot doggy breath at me then moved to let me pass. I nodded in respect and walked beside Rhys who was staring dumbfounded.
" It's a animal thing" I said smirking as I passed.
The rest of the trip through the seven levels was just a series of back doors and hidden entrances. Finally were at the gates that lead to the council hall. Time for some answers.
A/N SOOO, PART TWO. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. VOTE COMMENT PLEASE. HOPE ITS LONGER THIS TIME.
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