This plot is a bit rushed, the reason for that is it was originally a school assignment with a word limit so I had to be incredibly brief in certain areas....

UNJUST DEATH

© S.C. Bally

“Caith is that you?”

“Yes Adonia. Hurry! It’s almost time.”

“But you said they need the talisman, they can’t perform the ritual without…”

“I know and they did find it, we have to go now! There’s no time to call anyone else, they’re too far away, and they’d never make it!”

Caith and Adonia are field agents of an elite society, whose research and work is primarily occult based. Their job as field agents is to track down cults, rogue vampyres, demons, any and everything of demonic or preternatural origin.

          They crept along the west wall of the castle by the light of the full moon. It was the dead of night; they could hear the roar of the ocean beneath them as they furtively made their way amongst the shadows to the side door, to where it stood ajar. As Adonia went ahead of Caith, she could see that no one was guarding the entrance.

“The bloody eejits didn’t even leave one of the mortals to keep watch of the door.”

Arwin…what are you complaining about? They’ve made our job easier.”

“And less amusing!” she said smirking to herself.

“Might I remind you Adonia Darragorn, not everyone in this Godforsaken world is part pixie and we can be killed easily, so the less risks the better.”

“You’ll die of boredom, you bloody fool!”

“Adonia, please, lets do what we came to do and be done with it.”

“You take mortality way to seriously considering our occupation, Caith.” Adonia retorted as she felt her way along the darkened passage. A flicker of voiced echoed then grew fainter as the ventured further. “ Wait Caith, listen, they’re down the left passage.” At this they turned back and went down the adjacent corridor.

          Far in the distance they could see a soft green illumination spilling out from beneath the last door on their right. They stopped short of the doorway by about eleven feet, where Caith removed his pack and drew out of it, two red velvet cloaks. They took of their coats, hurriedly stuffed them into the pack and tossed it out of a nearby window, and unto the ground.

“Hurry it’s begun!” whispered Caith in a panic.

“Wait take these,” Adonia said, handing him a dagger and a long red flask, “You may need them.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“No.”

“But then where are you going?”

“They took Criss, who knows what they’ve done to him or will do, I have to find him,” tears welling up in her big blue eyes.

“But what about the talisman? That’s our first priority!”

“Yours not mine, I’m here to get Criss back. Don’t worry Caith, they’re just a handful of vagabond vamps in there, it’s nothing you can’t handle on your own.”

“Oh bugger…alright but be careful.”

When have I ever not been?” she kidded and ran off.

          Adonia doubled back by the way they had come. She was able to cover twice as much ground now that she didn’t have to burden herself with watching out for Viggo; after all he was just a mortal man, not unlike Criss…Ah back on the old grounds, I do hope Caith’s all right. Pulling out an old tattered map,” Now if that’s the west entrance, then to get upstairs I should go right till I find the main hall then…or I could just as easily scale the south façade. Yes, that sounds much more Adonia.” Adonia mumbled to herself as she stuffed the map into her back pocket.

          The wind was growing fierce, spraying mist up over the castle walls and bringing with it an icy chill. Adonia took up the crossbow and rope she had left at the side entrance and made her way round to the back of the castle. The wind raged against her, blowing her loose hair into her eyes making it hard to see what she was doing. Finally she secured the rope to the arrow and fitted it in to the crossbow. Moving her hair and tying it at the nap of her neck she took aim and fired. Minutes later she was hauling herself through the open window of a library.

          Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, blindfolded and dragged out of the room. She thrashed and fought wildly to free herself from her captors, but it was to no avail.

“Damn it! What’s going on…let go of me!” Adonia yelled as she once again fought to free herself, “Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t worry pixie, you’ll be in old company soon enough. Now colleen stop fighting and come quietly.”

“Old company? What the hell do you mean old company?”

“Stop asking questions, and it would do you good to shut your fecking trap. It just may keep you alive longer.”

          Finally they came to a stop and she was unbound and the blindfold was removed. Someone savagely kicked her then pulled her to her feet. When Adonia opened her eyes she found herself standing in the middle of an enormously vacant room, with slight exception to the woven tapestries that adorned the walls. To her right there was a window, and a figure stood before it; features obscured by the light of the moon. It was the figure of that of a man; that she knew but who or what he was she had no allusion.

          “Who are you, and why have you brought me here? I demand that you tell me at once!”

“Now, now, don’t talk so much, chére, you’ll go senile before your time.”

Was she hearing things? He sounded just like…”Criss? …but…” As she spoke the figure turned to face her, it was the man she had loved in her youth, the man she had know since she was a child, except he wasn’t a man anymore…

“Wha…Why…I don’t understand… you…of all of us they killed you?!”

“Yes, don’t fret chére, it’s not all blood and blackness.”

Adonia was crying the tears flowing heavily down her cheeks, after all they’d been through, it had come to THIS, Criss was a vampyre now. They were no longer of the same world, hers day, his night.

          They were torn by blood. Slowly he took her in his arms, stroking her hair and caressing her tear stained cheek, he said,

“Chantez maintenant, cri plus tard, il n’est pas encore l’herue pour des larmes.”

{Sing now, cry later, it’s not yet time for tears.}

“Bullshit Criss, we’re not the same anymore, my job, my life iiits always been about hunting and killing vampyres and now we’re enemies because you’ve become one of them!”

“We can make it work, we’ve made everything else work.”

“No it can’t, don’t you get it? Even if I let you go the others would eventually come after you.”

“Damn it Adonia! Bend the fucking rules for once; love isn’t bound by mortality alone! Make them understand.”

“How Criss? I don’t even understand, how the hell am I suppose to convince Caith and the rest of them that nothing bad will come from keeping you alive!”

“Trust your heart and trust me chére.”

          “But, ahh…” He bent his head, lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck, arms enfolding her as his fangs broke into her flesh. The blood flowed like a river, stronger and quicker with each sucking motion, making him delirious. She was on the threshold of death when he parted from her. Her breaths were shallow, body lying motionless as he lacerated his wrist and brought it to her lips.

“Drink.”

“N…nn…noo…”

“Drink!” he pressed the open wound against her lips and in that moment sealed her fate…She clutched his arm as she devoured the sweet, demonic nectar from its timeless fount.

          “Enough!” he said, and he pushed Adonia off of himself. Adonia struggled to get to her feet, disoriented and confused.

“What happened? I feel different, cold, alone…”

“You are as I am now, unchanging, everlasting and undying.”

“Criss you’ve gone to far this time.”

As she turned to go he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

“Have I? Haven’t you always talked about this?”

“Yes, because it’s my job.”

“Adonia you were never any good at lying, you spent endless hours talking about what it’d be like and the freedom, the power!”

“You had no right to make me what I’ve become, it was to be my choice. You couldn’t have been more unjust!”

“Chére this wasn’t a matter of life and death, this is a matter of death and the life after.”

“But why did it have to be me?”

“I wanted, no, I needed you to share in my damnation.”

She walked up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder, “But what will happen to Caith?”

“Nothing the other’s know not to harm him, when they’ve finished their ridiculous ritual he’ll get the talisman and they’ll let him leave, I won’t let them hurt him.”

“They do and I’ll kill them and you! I’m going to find him, I have to say goodbye.”

“Why waste time?”

“Because he deserves to know, plus you’re stuck with me for eternity.”

“I wouldn’t recommend you go back with him…they’d imprison you and treat you like a lab rat, even if you were the most beloved member.”

“Ah a vampyre with mortal coils…hmmm…such sentiments. I’m going now.”

          At these words she left Criss to find Caith, she had to speak to him one last time. When she found him, he was sitting by the door they had used to enter the castle. He was fumbling in the dark, trying to find a candle; there was no light on account of the moon being shrouded by a band of clouds. The atmosphere vibrated with preternatural energy.

“Who’s there?” as he saw her eyes before he saw the rest of her face or heard her.

“A friend of a time not to be mourned,” blood tears streaming down her face, “everything has gone terribly wrong. You must leave this place at once and never return you must forsake me. Go.”

“Adonia?”

“Yes, they made Criss a vampyre and now I am as well, don’t mourn my passing, just leave quickly, but never let my memory fade.”

“But what am I to tell the rest of them, they expect the two of you to return with me.”

“Tell them they killed Criss, and when I found out I took my own life. They’ll believe that because they know how close I am to Criss.”

“No, I can’t leave you here, you don’t belong here, you have to go back with me.”

Fangs gleaming, she hissed, “You will or I’ll take your life myself!”

          The wind blew his hair into his eyes as he climbed into the boat and started the engine. His heart was heavy with grief of Adonia’s misfortune…she was standing in the tower window when he looked at her for the last time. He understood why she had told him to leave without her; she had become one of them. All she was now was the magnificently animated corpse that was the vampyre.

~ FIN ~

© S.C. Bally.........hello again, just thought i'd remind you these words are my own and that you may NOT use them for yourself in any way

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