((CREDIT TO: OVERTHELOVEOFYOU, JESSE))
Undertaker noticed how quiet the night had been. He had punished the two fledglings, was completely full of blood. And now all he wanted to do was lay back and relax. Perhaps find Angelina and cling to her like a fledgling.
But soon his ears perked, almost like a cats. His could feel the human guest fussing about in her bedroom. It was quite a strong feeling. Reason being he took her blood into his body, therefore he was almost one with her emotions and behavior. And he knew her location.
He quickly dematerialized, before appearing on the roof of the house. He knew where she was.
He leaned over, watching as Artemia tossed a rope of sheets out the window. A wide smirk appeared on his face. Now this was amusing...It Appeared Artemia was losing her mind. She should have joined the club. Since they were all mad here.
He continued to grin as she climbed down. Artemia was a clever, silly human. Almost like...
His hands found a chain in his pocket, he fondled it softly. Yes, most definitely...
He watched as she made her way to the car. He was going to be a big tease. He wouldn't let her go. No, it was more fun to watch her squirm a little. He soon poofed, quickly appearing in her car. Her car was messy, smelled old, perhaps a family member gave it to her. Once in the car, The car turn on. Poor dear thought she could drown out the noise because of the rain.
He watched as she slowly looked up and saw him. Ohhh, the games they could play. Her reaction was so stimulating.
Oh, fuck me.
.../\/\/\...
Undertaker was grinning away as Artemia was banging her head in frustration against the car horn, the sound blaring through the night, the rain drowning it out. "So. Fucking. CLOSE!"
"Close, but no cigar, my dear." he commented, obviously entertained by the car horn. "It was quite amusing, watching you climb down like that. You are a quick thinker..." He said, his grin not fading.
"You know what?" She raised her middle finger at him. "Yeah, fuck you man. I was close."
His glowing eyes stared at her hand, as thought it was an invitation to almost bite. "I didn't disagree." He mentioned, "There's no need for such unladylike gestures." He was more amused than offended. He just wanted to stir things up, like a cat playing with a bug.
"You gonna kill me now? End my suffering? I would so love that right now." She said with seriousness. Her nerves were shot. She was done with the madness.
"And now why would I do that? The fun's only just begun." He explained, "Why don't we get some tea? Every play has an intermission."
"No. I want to go home. I don't want this. I don't want to play your stupid fucking games. Let me go home." She glared. She didn't care how bold she was being. She wished to die or just go home.
"But why? Sebastian and William have brought your things here. I would think your house would be empty my dear. Why not come back inside where it's warm? Have a cup of nice hot tea?" He coaxed in that eerie silky voice.
She shook her head. "I won't play these games...Why are you trying to hard to keep me alive? My dad was insane. You don't owe him shit."
Oh yes, the old man..."I like you, you amuse me." He replied simply, "You're are smart, and quite sassy as well." He didn't deny it, she really was amusing.
"...I don't believe that. You're going to punish me for running off anyways." She said, her mind searching for a way out.
"Why would I do somethin' foolish like that? A spirited companion such as yourself would be just the thing to make sure no one is ever bored." he chirped, "It's been so terribly dull lately."
"You drank my blood...Thats how you found me. You know what I smell like and taste like...You make me feel violated." She growled.
He tilted his head, "I apologize. It was merely in my nature." He explained with a shrug, "Would you claim similar offense if it was a cat who rubbed his tail upon your hand in order to mark you?"
"Thats different. They don't take anything from you. You took my blood. Stop playing mind games with me. Is this what you did to my dad?! Made him go insane?!"
He gave a smirk, his head lifting up. His eyes were glowing under his hair. "Insanity is a legal term created by those who are unable to understand the truly unique in this world..."
She narrowed her eyes, her hot headedness starting to show. "You did this to him...Didn't you..." She felt like crying. "You drove him insane didn't you?!"
He waved her off with a clawed hand. "I did nothing but appreciate his companionship. He and I had many fascinatin' conversations."
"..He tried taking me away from mom. He hurt me a lot. Something in him changed..." She felt dizzy suddenly and shook her head. "I...Don't understand."
"He and I were of differing opinions." He replied vaguely, "The nature of life...I believe."
She was tying to regain her sanity. But it was proving hard to do. She was trapped, and felt vulnerable. "If I keep refusing to come inside are you going to hurt me?"
"No. Again, I find such a thin' foolish. If a man beats a dog, he's only invitin' the dog to bite, so to speak." He said with a jagged grin.
She grit her teeth. "You'd probably hypnotize me though...Which I won't like..." She warned.
"I haven't expressed any desire for the like. As I said before, I am one for conversation."
She swallowed nervously. "But you'll tell your family what I did and they'll try to hurt me."
"If I found that they had done something like that, I would be rather cross with them." He replied, his grin dropping a few degrees. His feeding on his family proved his intention.
"...Don't tell them then...I realized I can't run from you fucking things." She said, gripping the steering wheel.
"Tellin' them was never in the plan."
She swallowed again, now she was going to test his words. "Okay. I'm gonna get out of the car. Please don't fucking hurt me."
He nodded softly, remaining in the backseat. He saw no need to hurt her.
She quickly unlocked the door and pulled her keys out of the ignition. Her eyes kept snapping back to him. She dropped the keys onto the floor, leaving them there as she stepped out of the car. She slowly shut the door, locking the keys inside, knowing he could simply poof inside to get them.
He offered his hand as he appeared by her side, startling her a little. "Shall we have that cup of tea then? There isn't a man, woman or even child of this country that does not know the power of a proper cup of tea."
"..." She remembered when he offered his hand in the past. He was definitely different from the others...And more kinder. She gently took his hand, her cold hands matching his core temperature. "Alright...I'm probably gonna try to escape again. Just so you know."
He rolled his head to look at her. "You really are his daughter..."
She glared at him, obvious hatred in her eyes. "I'm nothing like that son of a bitch." She fussed.
He shook his head. "You're as stubborn as he was, and you take yourself far too seriously. He and I had many a discussion on that topic."
She glared. "Stop talking about him. Theres a reason I hate him."
He touched his chin with his slender fingers. "I never developed a fondness for his character... I was hopin' you'd be different."
Her eyes went wide, looking ashamed now. She felt incredibly insulted and hurt. "I /am/ different."
"I was hoping you'd say so." He chirped, his cheer returning as he took her to the house.
She was fussing, before she backed away from him. First she was insulted, then he suddenly changed the topic like he was bipolar. God damn, freaks!
"I'll flee..." She warned him.
He tilted his head. "That would hurt me, you know."
She narrowed her brows. "...I'm sorry it hurts you. But I'm not comfortable with any of you. Not my fault. You people are driving me up the fucking wall."
He looked pouty. "I'll just be alone with my family again. They've heard it all before, talkin' to them bores me so..."
"...They're family. Families can be very boring."
"Exactly. That's why I'd be upset if you left."
"Then keep catching me." She suggested, before going down the hall. He wasn't sure if she was playing, or being serious.
He smirked a little. How intriguing. She seemed disinclined for games and yet she was laying down the rules for her own. There was a good reason he liked her. He followed her, wondering if he'd catch up enough to lead a little lamb astray.
She was walking fast, trying to head back to her room. Unfortunately she ran into William, who didn't seem amused to see her. "What are you doing up this late?"
"I was talking to Undertaker and was heading back to my room. As you can see I'm headed in that direction." Artemia sighed. Though William was suspicious. "And He is supposed to stay by your side. Which he isn't."
"On the contrary." Undertaker countered, appearing from behind a corner. "Our new companion is rather quick, she slipped away in the time it took to blink."
She jumped a little. William fixed his glasses. "I see. Well then, Just making sure. I will see you both in the morning." He said, walking off. Artemia swallowed nervously.
"The south hall has a few paintin's that could use straightenin'." He teased, snickering behind his hand. He'd intentionally set the paintings askew to irritate straight-laced William.
William's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. His hand clenched a little. He turned at a corner, off to that direction. Artemia cracked a weak smile.
Undertaker returned to her side, looking cheeky. "See what I mean? If you don't have the time or presence to enjoy a good laugh, are you really livin' at all?"
She shrugged with a sigh. "I know. But I'm terrified of you guys."
"I'll admit, that introduction was not what I had in mind." He said, recalling the memory.
"Not what I had in mind either. I thought I was going to fucking die. And when you took my blood I thought I would die again." She said, her eyes looking at the floor.
Undertaker slightly frowned. He had lost control of himself in those many minutes. He had not fed for so long. It had been almost impossible to control himself. He had made a fatal error in taking her blood. It would possibly damage the trust between them. "Yet, you're still here..."
"What was it like, stealing my blood? Did you enjoy it?" She asked, her tone sounding angry. "Did it satisfy you?" She was cornering him, challenging him. Artemia had no idea who she was speaking with.
He stared down at her, a single lock of hair moved to the side, exposing part of his glowing eyes. "Would you like me to lie to you and say it tasted horribly vile?" He asked, a fang emerging from his upper lip and drooping over his lower lip. Artemia backed away, eyes wide. This was a mistake.
"I shall tell you, it was sweeter then a banquet of sweets...More flavorful then cake...More like red wine mixed with dark chocolate. Your blood is divine...But not enough to satisfy my hunger..." He said in a darkening tone. That was technically a lie. His hunger had been satisfied after taking her essence in. But she didn't need to know that.
Artemia stared. Thats right, human blood didn't fill them...And it wasn't his fault...He was in a trance...Vampiric nature. Now that he had been filled, he wouldn't feel the urge to hunt...
Undertaker's fang soon disappeared. So it retracted? "I had a proposition... Since I had promised to keep you in my sight, why not stay with me? I have plenty of space."
She swallowed nervously. And after he scared her..."U-Uh...No. Bad things would happen. And you're a guy, and I'm a woman. No."
He smirked softly. "Have I forced my hand on you?" He asked, "Have I indicated at all that I desired you in such a manner?" He asked, his arms up.
She rolled her eyes. "You said you liked me. Thats where it starts." She said, her eyes showing paranoia.
"Nothin' will start. And the traits I admired were your intelligence and your manner."
"Thats even worse!" She groaned, facepalming.
"How so?"
"It just is..." She trailed off.
"My dear...I must insist you come stay in my living space for the time bein'. I cannot guarantee your safety being alone. But I can if you are with me." He warned her, the smile was gone. He was being serious.
Artemia bit her lip. She was still weary of this old vampire. He took her blood. She was almost killed. But she would have been safer in a sense if she stayed with him...
"...Alright...I agree..." She mumbled, swallowing nervously.
He nodded, swiftly turning around, leading her down the dark hallway. Barely any lights were on. It gave her the creeps. Did they ever rest?
"...You seem to like the idea of me being chased by you." She muttered, trying a new topic.
A smirk ran over his face. "It's a classic feeling, the pursuit."
"Probably because it fueled the vampire in you. You like hunting me, now that you've had my blood..." She reminded him.
"Or perhaps it's simpler than that. A man who enjoys the company of a woman must pursue her."
She pouted. Oh so he was THAT type? She then looked thoughtful. "How long have you all lived like this?"
"Too long."
"Why do none of you have mates?" She asked, suddenly concerned.
He paused slightly, his hand fondling something on his pocket. "Because they all have quirks and haven't found the person to deal with them. And Since theres a limited amount of females...We would possibly have to seek out a human that suits us then turn them. So we've just chosen to not have mates."
"...Yeah, I see where this is going. I don't want to be a vampire,"
"Not only that." He replied, trying to avoid her comment. "Ronnie is a skirt-chaser, Grelle is a little bent, and William, well, you've met him."
"I think Grelle Loves William. I wouldn't get in between them."
"Grelle has a soft spot for anyone who can and has kicked his arse."
She shrugged. "I kicked his ass too."
"But he knows you're with me. I'm one of the few he actually respects..." He revealed. "I have experienced fighting to its core. I am their sensei, their uncle, and master."
She followed him, thinking about when he took her blood. She couldn't help it, she was human. Human's were easily drawn into new oddities like Undertaker. It was how they learned. "You took so much blood out of one tiny cut. Your mouth felt different from mine...More suction?" She snickered.
"Also, my saliva. It has anticoagulant properties."
"But it also healed my skin...Thats complicated...So I'm guaranteed to bleed out from being bitten by you?"
"The anticoagulant is short-lived. It actually breaks down to a healing I wanted you to bleed out, I'd have to drool on your wound like an old hound dog."
She tried not to laugh. "O-Okay...Madam Red said you guys have venom. Whats it for?" She asked.
"The venom, for paralyzing..., keeping our victim calm, blurring the memories. The composition controlled by will, like a skilled bartender mixing a cocktail to a patron's liking."
"Weird..." She mumbled, walking more slowly. "Would it hurt me to change into a vampire?"
Ah, that question..."It depends on your own will. Will to live, that is. Some who accept their deaths with dignity, grow strong from the transformation. Those who fight it, are not so much. They retain some of their human senses, sensibilities and the like. They can't survive for long."
She looked worried. "And why did you not feed for so long?" She asked him, knowing William said he had not fed for over forty years.
"I didn't care to."
"You were really hungry though..." She mumbled, looking at her finger. "You drank so much from me..."
"I still didn't care to. I wanted to see how far I could go." He said, his finger running along the wall as he walked.
"Yes but you could die or something...It's not a good idea..." She mumbled, biting her lip.
"I wanted to know."
She felt saddened. "Well...You don't have to do that right now. You gotta feed while I'm here. I don't want everyone trying to eat me."
"If you insist, my dear..." He assured, succumbing to her sweetness. He soon came to a old door that was cracked. He turned the door handle and opened the door. Artemia was startled, to see a coffin in his room, and no bed. There was a fancy couch however.
"Surprised?" He asked playfully.
"Uh...Yeah..." She swallowed nervously. "Why though? I thought Vampire's could sleep in beds?"
"I chose to. It suits me. Reminds me of a profession I maintained for some time." He said, shutting the door and locking it as they both entered. Artemia chose to ignore the sound.
"I...I see..." She looked uncomfortable. "I'm sleeping on your couch...Not in your coffin..."
"I will make sure you are as comfortable as possible." He assured, looking like he would bust up laughing at how terrified she looked.
"Okay..." She looked around his bedroom, taking interest in the strange trinkets. She dare not touch anything.
He had many exotic knickknacks, usually on the macabre side. Carvings of ravens and skeletons, even a comical candle holder.
She was amused. But also intrigued. Her stomach suddenly growled, surprising them both. Thats right...She didn't join them for dinner. Undertaker soon spoke. "You havent eaten. I'll be back to fetch you a late night snack." He said, quickly dematerializing.
Artemia stared where he poofed. Then to the window...
She was tempted to flee again. But not out of fear, but of curiosity. Would he catch her again? Third times the charm?
She quickly slipped out of the window and into the garden area, smirking. It stopped raining. And now the moon was out. She knew he would catch on soon. She walked around the garden, marveling at the glow the moon was giving off. The plants glowed beautifully. It was delightfully cold.
"Where might you be off to, my dear?" A voice asked, Undertaker appearing with a pop.
She squeaked softly, flinching. "Holy fucking hell you're quick!" She said, her voice cracking. She then blinked. Was he...Glowing?
Indeed he was, the moon was making his skin glow. His silver hair giving him such a divine look. She was honestly mesmerized. "H-How did you find me?"
"I used your energy as a coordinate and poofed." He explained, grinning and walking to the pond, once again grabbing a rock and chucking it in. He was still glowing...His skin was glowing almost like under a ultraviolet light. Was this normal?
"I was testing you. You're faster then I thought. " She mumbled, not realizing she was staring. She wanted to touch his skin, to know if it was real.
Undertaker perked, his mouth shaped into an "o". He looked so silly when making those faces. "Thats right, You've never seen us in the full moon. Our skin reacts to it. We are obsorbin' the energy. It replenished us."
"Haha...Kinda reminds me of that dumb book called Twilight." She snickered, unable to keep herself from teasing. Undertaker pouted then. "Vile book...That book ruined us...We are vicious creatures. And a different species."
"And Bella was such a bitch, no personality...And she let both the boys use her. Yuck." She shook her head.
"Glad someone has a sound mind. I prefer those vampire chronicles. The authors name has left me however." He tapped his chin.
She lit up. "Anne Rice?" She asked. Undertaker then grinned. "Yes, thats her. I prefer her. Quite the story teller..."
Artemia grunted as her stomach growled. Undertaker perked, time to eat. "Lets go back inside dear, you're starvin'."
"Okay...I got a question...Are you able to poof with another person?" She asked him. She couldn't help but ask. Humans were curious.
"Exactly what I was thinkin'." He replied, He liked how she thinked. She was clever.
"But...Does it hurt?" She asked nervously.
"Not at all. It will simply make you feel dizzy..." He explained carefully. "Just like from Harry Potter..."
"What do I need to do?" She asked, staring at the grass under her feet. Undertaker simply smiled, holding out his slender fingers. "Hold my hand, and don't let go until your feet hit the ground again."
She looked at him. He offered his hand several times before... Could she trust him again? She gently took his hand, only to gasp in surprise as he pulled her into his chest, that gleaming smile appearing on his face.
Her eyes widened as her body slowly disintegrated into shadows. It was terrifying. It wasn't like Harry Potter. It was much more freaky. She was soon consumed by darkness. Until a loud pop and a flash of light brought her back to reality. She gasped out and slowly stared up at Undertaker. "H-Holy shit...E-Everything was dark..."
"That's the magic." He said simply, slowly letting her go, but soon saw she was suffering from the effects.
She struggled to stand up. "Dizzy..."
"Wy don't you have a seat dear...Happens the first time..." He said, guiding her to the couch.
She nodded, sitting down and laying back. "I'll be fine..."
"Good." He approved, going to the table and bring her the plate of food. Artemia stared at the plate. That was a lot of food...And was that cranberry juice?
"Thank you..." She said as she took the plate, quickly picking at it. Undertaker watched her for a bit, trying to find out what food she liked and disliked. However she seemed to be eating everything. Healthy appetite...
"Enjoyin' your dinner luv?"
"Yes. It's amazing." She nodded, gulping down the juice. She knew what it was for but didn't say anything. It was because she lost some blood and he possibly felt bad...
Hopefully it was that reason...
"...When you took my blood, I felt strange. It didn't hurt...It just...Felt odd." She mumbled, unable to explain her feelings without feeling comfortable.
"Euphoric. When we bite, or drink blood, we emit a chemical, a pheromone if you will...You either breathe it in or get it into contact with skin...A kiss if you will." He added with a smirk.
Artemia was becoming very uncomfortable now. She remembered how he brushed his lips against her hand before taking her blood. That strange euphoria...
"Why do you have it?" She asked, swallowing a piece of meat.
"To relax our donor. But to make the heart pump harder with the feelings of euphoria. It's erotica to the doner...And they never feel the bite...Only a little pressure." He teased.
"Eh..." She shook her head, continuing her fill. But soon her day was coming to an end. She could feel the sandman forcing her to sleep. "I'm tired..." She mumbled, her head dropping.
"Some rest might be just the thing then." He said,getting a blanket from the closet to lay over her. He returned to her, taking the plate and gently placing the blanket over her.
She curled up on the couch. "I'm sorry. I'm so tired..."
He laughed softly. "No trouble at all. Rest up." He said gently.
"Um...I talk in my sleep...Will that bother you?" She looked sheepish. He simply shrugged.
"Not at all...When I fall asleep, I'm dead to the world." He chuckled, "So to speak anyway." How ironic and silly.
"Eheh...Okay...I get nightmares too...I might hide in the bathroom if that happens." She looked sheepish.
"Do as you wish." He said simply.
She nodded, snuggling the blanket. "Goodnight..."
"Sleep tight...Don't let the vampires bite." He replied with a cocky smirk, heading for his coffin. Today had been exciting, and he needed some rest."
She pouted, before shutting her eyes. She felt safer in here, now that the elder vampire was taking care of her. And he was going to feed to protect her.
He pushed the coffin lid aside with his foot, before settling into his satin-lined box. He got settled. His sensors were closing off. His hidden eyes glanced to Artemia, before he simply closed the lid. He was gone from the world.
Artemia continued to sleep, but soon, a dream had begun.
.../\/\/\...
"CLAUDIA!"
Artemia opened her eyes, finding herself in a hallway. Her eyes turned to the left, brick wall...Now the right, brick wall...
She then slowly looked in front of her. Her eyes slightly widened.
There was a beautiful woman standing in front of her. Her form was ghostly. She had Greyish blue hair. And a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. She looked to be around twenty five or so. Her body was perfect and beautiful.
The female smiled faintly, as though hearing her compliment. She slowly turned, before going down the dark hallway, only candles showed the light.
Artemia was confused. Who was she? She quickly caught up to her, but dare not speak to her. Her voice might make her disappear...
This woman was clearly a ghost, and trying at some form of communication. She would see where She took her.
The woman then suddenly stood aside, a door was there. Her face appeared saddened, as though something horrible was behind this door. Artemia glanced at her, before simply going through the door.
What she saw made her skin crawl.
There was a circular room, men dressed in dark robes. Eyes glowing inside their dark hoods. There had to be at least fifty of them.
Artemia narrowed her eyes, passing through them. They were surrounding something. Who was it? Once making it towards the inner circle, her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth.
There was Undertaker, completely held in place by a glowing chains, each attached to every wall. He was bleeding everywhere, his silver hair stained. He seemed to be almost shivering. What the hell was going on?!
Suddenly, a door opened. Two men in robes were dragging a female into the room. Artemia knew who she was instantly. It was the ghost. But here she was alive. This was a memory! Artemia's eyes threatened to cry at what she saw next. The woman was then kicked onto the floor in front of Undertaker.
Undertaker looked up, shock rippling through him. "Claudia...My love..." His voice sounded broken. Artemia noted her name. The female slowly sat up. Artemia's eyes widened at what she was seeing. The woman had a bump. A pregnant bump. She was glowing with her pregnancy.
She quickly whispered. "My dear one. My moon lord...I will find you again...I promise you. Do not doubt my words. Wait for me...We both love you...You will survive this." She said, holding her stomach tenderly, her eyes showing the pure unconditional love only a mother would have. She formed a heart with her delicate fingers over her stomach.
Undertaker grit his teeth, his fangs appearing. "I do not doubt you, my moon goddess...I will find you again..." He seemed completely helpless. Artemia grit her teeth, wishing to help. But this was just a memory...
Or so she thought, until Claudia turned to look at her, her eyes turning fierce to match her own. She then took her sharp nail and cut off a few strands of her long hair. It landed in front of Undertaker. Something for him to hold onto...The men in robes advanced on her, holding their hands out, a glow emanating from them. Undertaker growled viciously, struggling against the chains. Perhaps a magic was binding him there. "No- My love- CLAUDIA! MY CHILD!"
The men in robes began to chant. Undertaker's screams tried to be heard. Claudia's eyes misted over. Her body began to glow. Before she lifted her head up to emit a silent scream as her body disintegrated, her body writhing... Nothing but ash was left over.
An unsettling silence filled the room, Undertaker's head soon lowered. "My love..." Artemia's eyes were wide. How could they do this?!
An anger fueled her, and without thinking, she reached out to touch Undertaker's shoulder. He suddenly looked up, looking at his shoulder.
He could feel her?
"You fools..." Undertaker then bared his teeth, pushing against the floor, one of the chains creaked and snapped. The men in robes backed away, worried cries escaping them. He was breaking the magic?
"Artemia!" Called a voice. She turned, seeing the ghost of Claudia, she had a hold of one of the unbroken chains. "Help him break free! I beg of you!"
Artemia rushed to her without a second thought, grabbing onto the chain and pulling. The chain was glowing, as though the magic attached to it was trying to fight back. Claudia growled and soon the chain broke free with a loud snap.
"Good! The next one!" She called, running to the other and pulling. Artemia followed and pulled. Why was this happening to them? Who were the men in robes?
Undertaker growled, noticing how easier it was the break the chains. He soon brought his arms into his chest, breaking those chains. Only a few more to go. He yanked his foot and broke a chain, then the other...just one more...
"This is impossible! Our magic has failed us! We must flee brethren!" They screamed, racing for the doors. But Undertaker had different plans. With a flick of his hands, the doors sealed shut. The men clawed at the doors, leaving deep scratches.
"My moon lord will have his revenge. We must give him this." Claudia pleaded. Artemia nodded. "I'll do anything." She promised. With a loud snap the last chain broke free.
Undertaker lurched forward, before standing up. His shoulders were hunched over, head lowered. Now he was finally free...
Undertaker soon held his hand out, his mouth moving but no sound came out. Suddenly, a large weapon appeared in his hands. A scythe with a large skull attached to it. And a blade that could cut flesh like butter. Artemia's eyes went wide. What the hell was that? It was silver.
"The saying is true, Werewolves are weakened by silver." Claudia said, backing up to the wall. Artemia was confused. So these beings were werewolves? Artemia backed up against the wall, not sure if she wanted to see this.
"You must. You must see what he is capable of. You must know his powers." She pleaded. Artemia had to watch him slaughter?
Undertaker then spun his weapon, before raising it, his fangs were bared. He looked downright terrifying. His hair flipped around as he brought the weapon down, the shock wave hitting a group of werewolves, slicing them clean in half in the torso. Just by the shockwave itself.
Artemia's eyes widened. Blood went through her, splattering the walls. She stared in disbelief. He then came down on them, hacking and slashing with skill unlike anything she had ever seen. It was like he found amusement in how many different ways he could kill them. Splitting one in half, decapitation of the head, cutting off a few limbs to watch them bleed to death. He was surely mad.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Was this another one of his powers? The walls crumbled down, the men escaped the room, Undertaker quickly followed after, intent on killing them all.
Artemia followed, passing through several walls. The feeling of weightlessness was blissful. She soon found him outside, chasing after the men in robes. They were in a graveyard area. He looked like a grim reaper, wielding a huge weapon such as that.
Suddenly the ground began to shake again. The men fell over, unable to stand from the shaking. Undertaker grinned, his hand opening. The ground began to stir with life. A hand emerged from a grave, before a body crawled out. Several more followed from their graves. Rotting corpses like the walking dead. Flesh falling off...Jaws agape, void eye sockets. Artemia was dumbfounded. He was...
"A necromancer...One who raises the dead and controls them." Claudia commented, once again by her side. She was smiling? Why?
"Destroy them, wipe them out. Seek out your anger. Your hatred. Your... hunger..." He sang to them, his voice sounding terribly saddened yet on the verge of laughing to death.
What came next was sickening. The dead were pouncing on them, biting, clawing, tearing them to pieces. Ripping them open...Until there was nothing...
Nothing but shaved flesh and broken bones.
"How sad it is...That laughter has disappeared..."
I must wake up...