The Dark One walked down a dark corridor, his evil servant goblins following him, readying him to leave as he went.
"It the portal ready," he asked coldly to the head servant, who's skin was a forest green color.
"Yes, your darkness, all matters are ready. You only need to disguise your self."
"Very well, that should be the least of my problems. I should reward you for work," with that he raises a hand and created a ball of black energy, he gives the ball to the goblin, who devours the energy with eagerness.
"Thank you, your darkness, thank you."
The servants fall away as The Dark One reaches the portal. Stepping into it he gives a sign to the technician at the controls. Slowly he changes shape into a regular looking person, about average size. He looked to be sixteen, with brown hair and brown clothes. His eyes still stayed the cold blue that they were before though. Nothing could change those.
The Dark One had been doing this sort of work since he was much younger. Now days he normally he left this kind of work for his guards and servants, but sometimes, at the saying goes: if you want the job done right, you got to do it your self.
This disguise that The Dark One used was his favorite look, and in the earlier days, he used to use it often. He even had devised a perfect name for himself in this situation. Tren Deh Oak. A kind of rearrangement of his known name. He had used it every time he went on this kind of work. Though it was looked at funny the first time some one heard it, people often accepted it eventually.
The Dark One stood ready for the portal. This plan he would have to work out almost by himself. It was far too important to let some idiot servant mess it up. Not like last time. This time it would go as planned. He would make it work this time.
The portal came alive before The Dark One, and when it was big enough, he stepped through it.
Violet sat at the dinner table, her head in her hands, staring at her food. It was her favorite meal, but she just couldn't eat it. It was too bland. Though she thought she could jazz it up a little with some garlic, she reminded herself of how the very little amount in her garlic bread had reacted with her changes.
Tony had taken the whole vampire thing rather well. He did say Violet ought to tell her parents, as soon as possible, but not to worry because they would understand somehow.
"Hey…umm…I have something to say," She began getting everyone's attention, "uh…I, I just want to say that I'm changing, and I think that I'm turning into…"
She stops, gathering herself together
"What is it, honey?" Helen asks says putting a hand on Violet's shoulder.
"I'm turning into a vampire," Violet says seriously.
At this the whole table erupts with laughter, mostly coming from Dash. Violet sit through their laughter not smiling or making any expression at all. Noticing this, her family stops laughing.
"I am serious, I am turning into one. Remember the bite marks on my neck. Vampire bite."
"Sure honey," Helen says looking at her with disbelief.
"I am," Violet says, beginning to get annoyed at her family's lack of belief, "I am becoming a vampire."
Dash runs out of the room and returns with a mirror in his hands.
"Well if you're a vampire," he shows the mirror's face to Violet, "Then why do you appear in the mirror?"
She looks at her reflection for a moment. Good, the change wasn't complete. If it were she would be invisible to the mirror.
"I don't know," Violet stammers, "But I'll show you a different way."
With that she goes over to the kitchen, the whole of her family watches. Slowly she pulls a big knife out of the knife holder. Though it might hurt for a bit until they can watch it heal, it was worth it to get her family to believe her.
She quickly, before any of them could stop her, plunges the knife into her hand. She screams and her parents rush over to her.
"Honey, what are you…you've have been acting…we got to get that cleaned up," Helen says about to take her to get a bandage.
"Don't worry mom, vampires heal quickly," she indicates her hand and they watch as the wound seals itself up.
Tony Rydinger sat looking at his bedroom ceiling. He thought about the events that had happened that day and started to wonder what ever happened to reality.
Within moments his girlfriend had become a vampire and he, one who had never believed in the supernatural, had automatically accepted it as just a normal thing to happen. Was that normal? Did every one act that way when someone they knew what transformed into something unnatural?
Eventually, through some struggle, Tony is able to fall asleep, though his head is still filled with questions.
A/N: Sorry about the disclaimer, just got carried away. Wrote it at one in the morning when i finished this.
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