TriNymphs - Chapter Three - Mini-Arsonist (Disclaimer on my profile)
Vampira, who had appeared after Mr Malfoy told Chelsea she couldn t go to Hogwarts, was starting to walk away. The hole that she had walked through with Chelsea led to a strange town. The hole had closed once the two walked through it, trapping Chelsea in some unknown space. It made her nervous to be completely alone there so she hurried to catch up to Vampira.
They had come out on the corner of a block in the middle of a big city. The buildings looked human-made, but the sky was orange and red. Vampira was a very fast walker, Chelsea had to run to catch up with her. Once Vampira realized she was so far behind, she slowed down enough for her to catch up.
At the end of the block Vampira took a left, leading Chelsea through the city.
By the end of the next block, she had caught up to Vampira. They turned right. Then turned left. Then right. Then left.
The industrial buildings were turning into apartment blocks as they got into the residential area of the city. Random empty lots and small businesses stared showing up.
Finally they stopped in front of an old Victorian styled brick apartment building. Vampira slid a skeleton key out of her pocket, opened the door, and picked up her triathlon worthy speed as if there had been no pause.
After climbing about five staircases, they entered an apartment. There was a pile of shoes next to the entrance way, much less elegant then the heels she was wearing now, that piled high over the rack in the side of the hallway that was supposed to hold them. They even fell into centre of the hall and into the next room.
The entranceway hall was only about four steps or so. Then there was an archway on either side of them, both led to other rooms.
To the left of the pair was a table overloaded with clothes. The walls were bright purple, as opposed to the egg-yolk yellow of the hall. Next to the table was a stand with an old worn violin resting on it.
Chelsea turned to Vampira and saw her looking at the room to the right of them, so she turned to see what she was looking at.
Sitting on the beige couch of the other room was a man with intensely black hair which his pale skin greatly contrasted with. He was pale to the point it didn't look like an actual skin colour. He was lying straight across the couch on his back, holding a book in the air in front of his face.
Vampira didn't say anything, and the man didn't make any movement to make it seem like he knew they were there. Vampira just stood there staring at him, while he laid on the couch reading a worn paperback book.
Finally, after what seemed like five hours or so to Chelsea, but probably wasn't as she was very impatient. The man just snorted and threw down the book, where it landed, face down, with a dull thud, open on the page he had been reading. "Are humans are so painfully self obsessed that they would actually think we would travel all the way from the underworld just to drink their blood? That's disgusting. This book makes me sick every time I read it."
Vampira laughed, one bitter laugh, then started to talk, "Dear," She said. "I need your assistance with an issue," then she turned to smile at me.