Hauntingly Beautiful Girls

"Pretty Hate"

I have a sense of this new world. Clanky machines move metal carriages and wagons. Beeping devices open doors and encourage distance conversations.

They have my coffin where they want it.

All manner of preparations are being made.

The chains are unlocked and fall away. The coffin lid latch is slipped, and the man moves quickly away.

I step out of my bed and home of over 200 years.

I am surrounded by many blessed weapon, large lavers of holy water, aimed weapons, and magic area spells. All meant to direct my next step.

A step into a magic circle. It is the only path without a threat.

I step into the circle and an unknown magic lights the drawn lines.

It is very hot. A wild blast from underneath. Everything I was wearing is gone in colorful flame.

The magic slows to slight fire after I am stripped to just preternatural flesh.

This was some type of test. Apparently only one other vampire ever could survive that spell circle.

I am offered all kinds of strange women's clothes.

I could call this welcoming, but the men are all nervous at some level.

They talk a lot.

Eventually, I get to ask "Does this place have a chapel or vestry?"

The little chapel in this underground bunker was very plain.

I entered to pray aves.

My bones were heavy, but I was expecting it. Anytime I prayed for the penance of Eurain I could feel the burden.

I did not expect to be denied. An inward audible voice told me to not bother the heavens with prayers to Eurain. Eurain was gone. Her soul dispersed. It was a settled matter.

In shock, I found myself sliding out of the chapel. Evicted bodily.

Eurain is gone!

I had no hope to save her.

The oldest man came and talked to me.

He pointed out cracks in the floor. I had set off external quake detectors while in the chapel.

I relaxed a bit and my bearing on the stone floor became lighter.

Eurain is gone. Her sire is gone.

My own silver wire is now held by a far off power. A power that I feel.

In simple conversation, I walk back to the room that holds my coffin.

Once there, I get an odd sense of a wave of water.

He is here! The sire of all. Master of the silver wire. Here!

There she is. The being of opposite nature.

Such fools were those European nobles.

I will not suffer this distraction a second time.

She launches towards me.

Quite simple to push her back.

We cause a magic circle on the floor to engage.

Her form is young and lovely. The coffin is a shining and stylish.

In the magic circle, her rage brings an unexpected firestorm.

Bathed in fire and magic light this girl is a sight of beauty (pale skin color and a thin form that makes her angelic and statuesque according to human standards). Her flaxen hair reflecting the color spectrum of white to red.

The effect of the magic hurts. The beauty draws me.

She holds a very pretty hate. A rage and loathing towards me that she holds like precious bauble.

I have the solution. I will end it here. Terminate my contract.

All vampires will vanish from the world.

I will avoid any addition time of service to this place.

It is quite simple really.

I create a trans-planar rift behind me.

I push against her and get the expected reaction. She pushes back.

We both fall back through the rift. I cut the silver wire and end my obligation.

Let us see youngster of infinite rage.

Let us see how you fair in a plane of existence that favors me.