"What should we do with these three?" Khentimentiu said, slowly encircling the three captured teens. "I could finish what I started with the boy. I'm sure the girls would taste even sweeter…" He licked his bloodstained lips hungrily. "Especially you," The pale haired vampire scratched Tea's throat with his red ivory fangs, drawing a little blood.
Khalid shoved Khentimentiu away from Tea. "You've eaten twice already tonight; this girl is mine."
Khentimentiu hissed at him.
Tea clasped a hand to her throat. "What's going on? Are they playing a joke on us? If they are, it's working! I'm scared!"
Leticia rolled her eyes. Even she knew this wasn't a joke. "Tea, shut it."
Tristan groaned and opened his eyes and tried to sit up. A sharp pain shot through his entire body and he fell back down again. He would have said something, but his voice wouldn't come. After trying several more times, he managed to ask, "Where are we?" before coughing so badly that blood trickled out of his mouth. He unconsciously licked the blood that lingered on his lips off and released a sigh of satisfaction.
Runihura, who had been heading to his room, began to feel darkness developing inside of Tristan and turned around. "Khalid, Anubis, take these girls to a different part of the manor. Do what you like with them," he ordered. Khalid and Anubis obliged, each dragging his selected victim off roughly. The girls, of course, struggled and cursed and fought, but were dragged away despite all that.
Set approached Runihura, his red eyes focused on Tristan. "I hadn't expected this boy's darkness to emerge so quickly."
"Neither did I. But as Lord Osiris' resurrection draws nearer, darkness becomes stronger. I think He will be pleased to have another killer in his service."
"As do I."
"Khentimentiu, you are to sire that boy," Runihura said. It was more of a command, actually.
Khentimentiu scowled. "Fine." He bit into his wrist and drank a bit of his own blood, which tasted bitter on his tongue. He then knelt and pressed his bleeding wrist to Tristan's throat. But by the rate Tristan was drinking from his wrist, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the taste of the vampire's blood. Khentimentiu felt undeveloped fangs dig into his flesh a bit.
Runihura turned around again. "Set, Khentimentiu, you know what to do with the boy when he becomes one of us. I'm off to bed; don't bother me unless it's important." And with that, he walked down the hall and into his room, slamming the door behind him and causing the crystal chandelier to shake. A few crystals fell from it and shattered like precious glass when they hit the floor. A shard or two buried themselves in Set's leg. With a sigh, he picked the pieces out and flicked them away.
Khentimentiu drew his wrist away from Tristan's mouth, despite all his protests. "You've had enough. If you take too much now, it will kill you."
"I don't care!" Tristan replied; his teenage voice had turned deeper, darker, more intimidating. "Give it to me! I want more…" He reached out for Khentimentiu's other wrist, the one that wasn't bleeding, and bit forcefully into it, drawing out massive amounts of blood.
"No!" Khentimentiu yelled, beginning to feel a bit dizzy from loss of blood. He stood, yanked his wrist away, and kicked the young boy in the side, causing him to cry out in pain. After a few seconds, Tristan began writhing and screaming. The vampiric blood he had consumed was beginning to take effect. Neither Set nor Khentimentiu showed any sympathy toward the transforming teen.
"He will have to be renamed," Set said softly.
"Adrius," Khentimentiu growled. "You take care of him; I need to lie down."
There was a familiar scent in the room. Runihura's crimson eyes narrowed as he inspected the room, looking for any signs of an intruder. There were none visible to the eye, but the vampire knew who had been in his room. He clenched his fists hard and hissed for no apparent reason besides he was angry. "The boy…" he hissed before storming out of his room and sprinting down to the Chosen One's room.
I could hear loud footsteps approaching. Instinctively, I slammed the door leading to my room shut and bolted it, then forced myself under the old bed. It was a tight fit, but there was enough room for my body. My only company was a corpse, freshly slaughtered. Its scent was unbearable, but I didn't move, fearing that if I did, I'd end up like the poor creature next to me.
"YUGI!" Runihura half-yelled, half-hissed. The door was no obstacle. He ran right into it, sending it flying across the room, where it crashed into the wall and broke into many pieces. He stood still, glancing about the room while growling threateningly. He strolled about slowly, thinking of places the little wretch could hide when he came across the bed. The bed. With another hiss, he reached underneath the bed and violently jerked the startled boy out from underneath it and hurled him into the wall.
I felt my spine snap, and heard it as well. It was not a pleasant sound or a pleasant feeling. I cried out in pain before Runihura picked me up with one hand by the collar and shoved me into the same wall harshly; my spine snapped again. Tears of pain began streaming out of my light magenta eyes. I don't know what I did to deserve this rough treatment.
"Why were you in my room, boy?" he demanded through clenched teeth.
I coughed.
He hissed at me; I could smell blood on his breath. "ANSWER ME!"
"Nothing!" I choked.
Wrong answer. With a snarl, the vampire viciously threw me to the ground and stepped on my throat hard. I attempted to push his foot off of my sore throat, but I was too weak. "You LIAR!" He stepped down harder. "WHY WERE YOU IN MY ROOM?!" he demanded again.
"I…was…curious," I managed.
Strike two. Runihura lifted me up, threw me on the bed, and left a deep gash on my chest with his sharp nails. "Curiosity killed the cat," he said slowly. "I don't care if you are the Chosen One; no one enters my room without permission! Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time. Why were you in my room?"
"I heard voices."
Bad answer. I was really in for it now. And by the look in his red eyes, Runihura wasn't going to be gentle.
Author's Note: Who here hates Runihura? I do! WITH EXTREME PASSION!