Finally! The next chapter!
It was so dark.
Everything hurt, and the darkness, so much darkness.
Memories muddled, constant confusion, nothing made sense.
He couldn't find a grip on himself or his thoughts or…
…and where was…
Where am I…?
-X-
A high pitched wail pierced through the castle walls, attacking overly sensitive ears of those in the vicinity.
An abundant amount of cursing followed from a distinctly masculine voice, putting the help at ease. The voice was obviously recognized, as servants and keepers continued on with their miniscule tasks, obviously choosing to remain ignorant.
It remained as such until the wailing and screeching was brought to an abrupt halt with one final curse and the unmistakable sound of a neck snapping.
-X-
"My sincerest apologies M'Lord, but I'm sure you -and the rest of this continent- heard her scream."
Argentine gave a customary cruel smirk as he glanced at the beauty that had just been unceremoniously dumped onto his table.
He brought his lightly clawed hand back, only to briskly slap it across the other mans face.
"You know very well I prefer them to be alive. Go find her. I need her to do one more task for me… "
The servant simply looked to the floor, mumbling apologies, agreeing to his task with a mumbled "Yes, divine one", and hurrying out of the chamber with an aura of fear hanging around him.
Argentine looked to the corpse decorating his dining table. Her once long, beautiful golden hair was matted in blood, and yet, there were no open wounds on her person. Her leg lay at an odd angle, as well as her neck, but that didn't matter. She was already dead.
Gently, he ran his lithe fingers up and down the girls cheek, smiling as he looked into her glossy dead eyes.
"Pity, but you will have to do."
Much to his distaste, there were no more screams, no resistance at all. That was one way to surely ruin one's meal.
No, he thought it entertaining when they fought for their pitiful lives.
After all, easy prey had never been his style.
-X-
The two sat in the parlor, either idly swinging their feet or drumming their lithe fingers against the well-fashioned furniture that adorned the apparent waiting room.
No words were spoken, and for once in their as-of-yet short lives, Krad was not mumbling, grumbling, or any variation thereof.
Satoshi leaned back and pulled his glasses off his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. They really had no time for this useless resting and waiting.
"Krad, go check on him."
The golden haired man looked up from the floor with slight agitation for being interrupted. For once, he had actually been pondering. Just because he didn't think on things all that often, didn't mean he liked it when someone bothered him in the middle of it.
"But I just-"
"Krad, go check on him or I'll see to it that you'll soon be joining him. Permanently."
Agitation turned into a minor annoyance at the thought of having a reason to move, and the elder pushed himself off the furniture and began to make his way towards the stair case.
Much grumbling ensued.
-X-
Evening was steadily approaching, bringing a soft, contented sigh to Riku's lips.
Currently huddled in a cave, she and Wiz had passed the time by drawing crude pictures in the loose soil.
Her favorite being, of course, a nice detailed imitation of what Dark would look like should he be burned at the stake any time soon.
It was all in fun of course, for Riku knew that without Dark she would have been lost in a world that does not accept her kind, despite any and all attempts to prove to humanity that they were not all bloodsucking fiends hell-bent on causing chaos and destruction.
Wiz was comfortably passed out in her arms. They were both exhausted, having chased the illusion of brown hair for what seemed like hours whilst remaining out of the direct sunlight. It had been simply grueling. Come nightfall, she had already decided that further investigation was warranted.
Riku had never been vulnerable to illusions before, and she refused to believe that after this many years, she would start now.
No, something was amiss. She couldn't mistake that brown hair for anyone other than the girl she lived with her entire life, through thick and thin.
-X-
Even with Satoshi out of earshot, Krad subconsciously decided that his life was unfair, and all beings associated with it should know this fact.
His consistent grumbling had not stopped all the way up the grand stair case, nor had it stopped as he entered the first hallway. Or the second…or the first again.
It wasn't until he had stumbled all the way back into the parlour that he realized that he needed to pay more attention to where he was going.
Oddly enough, Satoshi had not been in the room when he arrived for the second time.
Shaking his head, Krad walked back out the door and headed towards the staircase.
Again.
-X-
Satoshi idly wandered through the castle, subconsciously dragging his fingertips along the surface of the wall. Portraits lined the aged ramparts, depicting what one would assume would be the coven. Or at least, what it had been.
For all Satoshi knew, the portraits could have belonged to the human who resided at the castle from before Dark's reign.
Though, having thought back on Freedert's words, he doubted it greatly.
The young man reached the end of the hallway, noticing he had three options for his next action.
Right, left, or back.
Two doors lay before him. One to the right, which looked much more aged out of the two, and resembled one of the doors that he had seen back at the tower.
Then the door to the left, which looked rather new. On looking as if it had only been built in recent times.
Satoshi gave a self-satisfied smirk before taking a quick look around. There was no way he was going back now, not when there was no one to stop him. Dark was indisposed of and Krad…
Well, he didn't really care as to what Krad was doing at all. The elder man was dense enough to get lost frequently, yet strong enough to take care of himself should the situation call for it.
Satoshi opened the door to his left.
Well, Krad was strong enough…unless he was fighting a door with an ancient barrier…
-X-
By the time Krad had finally found the room in which they had casually disposed of the unconscious vampire, it had turned to dusk. Not that he would have noticed at first, but it became part of the problem very, very quickly.
For the instant that Krad saw the empty bed he knew something was wrong.
Or perhaps…it was just a hunch?
-X-
Why...is there no light...?
…. I don't…like the darkness…
I'm so alone…
Where...where are you?
Where am I?
What-what should I do….?
Tell me...…Rika….
BrokenVows:
So who is talking when? Who is her? Where is Dark? Where will Sato end up?
ZOMG the Drama!!
Sorry.
Is it sad that it's taken me this long to notice that DMM is no longer DMM? Sorry XD Oh, and Bloodsucking Fiends is an AMAZING book by Christopher Moore. The title is used somewhere in the chapter and yeah… I guess I should disclaim that. Sorry about the lateness. Time flies when you really, REALLY don't want it to. Happy Belated BDay DM!
Devils Melody (AKA: DarkMageMakai / DMK)
We are soooooooo sorry that this took so freaking long, but things came up one after the other and BV and I were totally brain dead. I had a lot of things happen over time, and it just made me not want to go outside let along write something. We are going to try and finish this before school starts up again. So keep your fingers crossed! Anyhow, we hope that you like the chapter! Please feel free to drop us a review. Thanks for the happiness BV!