The Vampire's seal lll : Love over immortality

Hallucinations

"Where almost there everyone! Wake up!" Miss Secaw's vibrant voice woke me from my slumber. I looked around, and saw no one else on the bus.

"Huh?  Where is everyone? Miss Secaw..."

I turned to face the front of the bus and realized that the smoking hot teacher wasn't there.

"What?"

Realizing that the bus was completely empty, I looked aroynd confused. Looking out the window I saw nothing but a dark empty street.

Totally not creepy at all.

Slowly making my way out of the bus,  my chest felt heavy the moment I stepped out.

"Ugh..." Falling to my knees, the cold instantly gripped me, wrapping itself around me. I felt violated, but mostly vulnerable.

"How pathetic."

My eyes opened wide in surprise, I mean, seriously.

Suddenly everyone I know is gone, I'm walking in a dark quiet and cold street, and a potential rapist voice calls me pathetic out of no where.

Well, excuse me...

Even though I heard the voice loud and clear, when I picked my heavy head up to look around, I saw no one there. I was the only one on the cold street.

What the heck?

"Who's there?" I called out nervously. Trying to get back onto my feet, I tried to reach for the bus, only to see that it had disappeared.

Now even more confused then I was before, I felt the pressure in my chest drop and become heavier. Thumping against the floor, the hard concrete of floor became the soft dirt and grass. Trying to look around, I realized I was now somewhere like a forest.

"You are unworthy." The voice said gravelly.

You don't say.

Doing my best to just sit upright, I became face to face with a tall man with a black mask.

The slick mask didn't have holes or string. It was held upright and stayed on his face without aid or assistance.

I jumped back because it was so sudden, but remembering Marceline's previous lessons, I immediately returned my posture, trying to look calm, even though just looking at his mask almost made made me pee my pants.

"Who...Who are you?" I asked a bit scared. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried to look calm, the fear and nervousness in my voice would still be able to have been heard.

Damn...

Still facing in my direction,  the tall man sat directly across from me.

I wonder if he heard me? He's not talking...

I jumped when I heard his chilling voice again.

"One of those deceased by your hand.  I am one so overfilled with ideals, that I mercilessly killed, and killed, until blood was all that could be seen for miles."

Failing to understand, I was now extremely fightened.

So, I tried to back up.

It was a mistake.

He held up a hand, and I felt the pressure in my chest seize control of me, rendering any actions useless.

"I...I killed you?" I stuttered,  hoping that conversation would help him not kill me.

The tall man slowly approached me, and placed a black claw on my face. It was only up close that I realized the stench he carried with him, the horrible stench of what seemed to be blood.