The misfits

42: Vampie

NOTE: this will be written from the 'I' perspective, because it's too weird to write his name even though I came up with it. Never mind it wont be the darkest bc i dont think ill write it well enough so :(

I peeled open my eyes as I glanced around me. Gone was the graffitied, brick-red wall splashed with vibrant colours in the alley. My friends had disappeared, and so was Emma Barton and the werewolf boy.

Around me, I could see tar-coloured volcanoes, spitting out fireballs like wads of spittle. I groaned as I tilted my head to the side, letting out a scream as I realised I was lying on a jagged surface of rock, bright orange lava swirling around me. I knew my first instinct was to move, but I was too paralysed with fear.

Just then, a monstrous, inhuman shape came flying towards me, talons so sharp like scissors, red horns protruding from its thick skull, the razor sharp rows of teeth it bared at me got me wondering how that all fit into the tiny beak it had. Austere-black wings so large it dragged behind it when it landed. I needed to run. Now.

The bird-thing's talons were stretched out as it snatched me by the shoulders, its claws digging painfully into my flesh as it soared across the dark red sky. Oh my ***, Where am I?

As soon as I had gotten over my shock, I stammered hoarsely, my voice raw and husky from the lack of use, "U-uh, birdie. Where are we going? You know I'm not food, right?"

I did not get a reply.

We ended up in front of a towering, black castle, with turrets at each side, and a dark, iron door that opened on drawstrings, a river of lava flowing steadily, surrounding the castle like a moat. The bird dropped me unceremoniously on the plank, using its talons to push me forward, getting me to walk the plank. My knees banged together as I stumbled forward like Bambi on ice.

The entrance led me to a room with jet-black walls, fire-torches planted regular intervals along the wall. At the end, there was a matching throne of the same colour. On the throne sat a man that sent a chill down my spine. It finally hit me where I was.

I was unsure of what to do as I walked forward, before I bounced back and landed on the floor with an "oomph!" There was an invisible barrier around him. I remembered what I was always told, stand tall and be strong. Never show that you are weak.

"Vampie Von Voila. Welcome to Hell, boy." The man said. He had silver-white, shoulder length hair that fell in waves, a twisted crown made out of thorns on top of his head. He wore a black, loose fitting tunic with a matching belt.

"Mr Von Voila, you stand trial today in Hell, for countless crimes. Pulling a little girl's pigtails when you were five, beating Mrs Von Voila when you were six, flushing a boy's birthday cake down the toilet... and for working with the enemy to harm Emma Barton, resulting in where you are today. Do you wish to justify your actions?"