Inside Of Me

[Yazoo]

John smiles slightly at the attempts his friends make to cheer him up; especially Andrew since the 43 years old male is usually stern except for when it concerns the man’s son; Jace.
Andrew blinks, pulling to a stop “Is it just me or do I see a shimmer of… light?” he murmurs, focussing on what he supposes is the end of the passage.
”I think you’re right.” Laku agrees, squinting his eyes slightly to focus some more. “Maybe the end?” he suggests.
John breathes out a sigh of relieve, finally able to relax again. “Finally…” he whispers quietly, his voice barely, if even, reaching the other two.
The light still appears to be far away, though the possibility of finding either the next or last room brightens up the mood for the three considerably. Who knows what treasures await them, accompanied by the remains that have been searched after for ages?
John’s relieve however, is short lived as he feels himself step on something small and soft, his heavy boot crushing it completely. A high-pitched squeak sounds through the passage way, making John stop in his tracks, paling immensely. Slowly and terrified, the brunette turns his flashlight to his boot.
His eyes widen and his lips quiver as John can make out a pool of dark substance growing from under his boot, sticking to the soles and sides as he can barely make out a long pink tale in the fake light.
Not knowing what else to do, John lets his body run on automatic pilot. Not able to control his lips as they part, letting out a terrified scream, the hard sound shaking the already unsteady walls. Small bits of rock fall off of the ceiling, clattering on the ground around the brunette.
Andrew and Laku turn to John with wide eyes.
“You fool!” Andrew roars, the volume of his voice bringing more pieces of stone down, this time bigger. “What have you done!?”
“Andrew!” Laku hisses, jumping aside to barely avoid getting hit by a generous sized rock.
“Forget that! Run!” Andrew yells, turning back so he’s facing the end of the tunnel and starting to run ahead at a high speed. Discarding the fact that the flash light doesn’t show enough to let the blonde know where he’s going, Andrew simply continues running, literally running for his life, faintly registering Laku following him.

[Yazoo]

John doesn’t even hear any of this, unable to do anything but stare at his stained boot with wide eyes in shock and fright. By the time he finally registers what’s going on, he looks up just in time to see both Andrew and Laku disappear into the light they were drawing closer to. After that, John’s own light goes out as the brunette gets buried under stone.
Laku gasps, eyes wide as he sees John disappear beneath what was once a ceiling, slowing down to stop before Andrew pulls him into the room aligning with the passage way just in time.
Both fall to the ground out of breath, collapsing into a heap of panting fools as they try to catch their breath.
“John… he just… I saw him… And he…” Laku pants out, eyes wide in panic as he looks at the hole him and Andrew just came through, some rocks littering entrance before he feels a bit comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I know…” Andrew pants with a nod, a slight red tint on his normally pale and slightly wrinkled face from running “I know…”
Laku groans, bending his head so that it’s almost touching the ground “John just… died! He just died, Andrew! We watched him die! What about the crashing before!? What if that was Pete!? Then we’re alone, Andrew! They died on us!”
”I know that, Laku! I know that!” Andrew snaps at his hysterical friend “But guess what? They knew the risks the moment they signed up for archaeology.”
Laku snaps his head towards Andrew, anger blazing in his eyes. “Don’t you ca---“ the brunette swallows the rest of the sentence, not finishing it.
Andrew’s eyes narrow slightly as he meets Laku’s eyes head on. “Don’t I what, Laku?” he asks quietly, too quietly “Finish your line please.”
Laku gulps, adverting his brown eyes. Andrew’s late wife was an archaeologist on one of Andrew’s old teams; a team that focussed mainly on finding graves in Tibet. Of that team, Andrew is the only one left. If anyone should care about the death of their friends and companions; it’s Andrew. “Nothing, it’s just that…”
“Don’t bother Laku,” Andrew sighs, rubbing him temples where he can feel a headache growing “John died for this expedition, Pete may have died for this expedition; it would all mean nothing if we would stop here and let those sacrifices be in vain.”

[Yazoo]

Laku nods, allowing Andrew to help him up from the surprisingly clean floor. Indeed, the sacrifices would be meaningless if all he’d do now is weep and whine at Andrew in stead of going further, looking for what they came here to find.
Wiping at his slightly moist eyes, Laku looks around him before letting out a sharp gasp. They’re standing in a dome which seems to be made of hard solid grey stone. The walls of the dome have small square holes carved into them, hardly enough to fit a children’s hand through. The holes let some rays of sun shine in, indicating that it’s not connected to another room. The way the holes are carved guide the rays to one point where all the rays connect; the centre of the dome where a heavy tomb is standing proudly.
The ceiling seems to be missing, but the walls crawl up in a way where the ceiling isn’t needed. The walls are high; too high for an average person to climb, and the hole above it is barely big enough to fit a person through.
High on the wall is a decaying linen painting with words rather then pictures, framed in what seems to be a pure golden frame.
Andrew stares at the old signs in awe. “Here lies Vlad Tepes the third, ruler of Walachia. May he rest in peace in his darkened tomb with no light to blind his eyes and no sun to scourge his skin. Beware if you stumble upon his corpse; when mixed with blood nothing but Death awaits you…” he translates in a whisper “Finally…”
“Andrew! Look at this!” Laku calls, pointing at something Andrew can’t see from where he’s standing right now.
Blinking, Andrew walks around Laku to be able to see what the tanned man is pointing at. An old rusted armour is on the floor, posed in a guarding position with a sword laying at his feet. Parts of bones are visible in between the small cracks of the old armour showing that the person that was in it also died in it.
“Wow…” Andrew breathes “Either they set it up like this, or this was a very dedicated person…”
“What do you think of this then?” Laku asks, pointing at the sword. “It looks like it’s shaped to be a cross.”
Andrew nods, picking up the sword, feeling the texture. “From the weight and lack of rust I’d say this is silver… You’d almost think Vlad was a vampire with all this.” The blonde chuckles in amusement.

[Yazoo]

“Yeah, John would have a field day.” Laku grins slightly before falling quiet at the mention of their dead friend.
Andrew sighs, placing his hand on Laku’s shoulder “He’ll get the fame, that’s the least we can do for him…”
Laku nods before focussing on the sunlight coming through the walls. “It’s day… does that mean we’ve been here for a complete night already?”
Andrew shrugs, not really knowing himself “Can be. Remember our expedition in Kenya? We went on for days and nights without noticing a thing.” He muses, glancing at Laku with a slight smile upon remembrance.
Laky chuckles with a few nods. “I do. You were so exited back then; pushing everyone to just keep going in that enthusiastic way of yours. I swear you’d not only forget to sleep, but also to eat if I wouldn’t be there to remind you.”
Andrew chuckles as well “Who knows? Maybe I’m the real vampire?” he teases, snapping his teeth at Laku playfully, showing off his perfectly white rows of teeth making Laku laugh before the blonde turns his attention to the tomb.
Laku shakes his head with a smile. Andrew and him have been friends ever since childhood, almost 35 years now. The tanned man was also the best man when Andrew got married and the God father of the man’s son. Andrew would have been the best man to Laku’s wedding if Laku would ever get married, but he never did.
Laku will never forget his and Andrew’s shared school time. Andrew was a practical person while Laku was a complete bookworm. The two always paired up during projects; the perfect pair with perfect grades. When they went out to study archaeology together, their teamwork only came in handy even more; Andrew would find the most hints in the rooms no matter how small they were, while Laku would be there to provide the information.
People came and went, joining up with the two on expeditions before going away again, and the pair of two always remained a pair of two. Laku can still remember Andrew scaring away everyone that tried to join their group with his harsh comments and demanding nature.

[Yazoo]

Pete and John actually managed to stay the longest which says quite a lot since Pete has done only two expeditions with them and John four. Laku was surprised to see them return for the second expedition for the remains of Vlad Tepes, though this expedition made more impossible.
The two have always been refreshing; exited, child-like and eager to find new things. They were willing to do anything, to risk anything, just like Andrew and Laku himself. Only a hand full of people are truly that dedicated to their work, especially with a family waiting for them at home.
But when one risks everything, they often lose everything. This expedition has proven that fact once again.
“Oi, Laku! Help me out here!” Andrew calls out to the tanned man, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Laku looks up at his friend, before chuckling as he sees the other trying to lift the stone lid of the tomb by himself.
“Damned thing is heavy…” Andrew growls, a slight whine in his tone. “It’s moments like this that I really miss Pete.”
Passing some of the mysterious earth-pots, Laku makes his way to his blonde friend to offer a helping hand. “Speaking of Pete, he must be pretty worried by now.” He muses, forgetting that Pete might not even by alive anymore.
Andrew snorts “Want to bet that when we come back he’s sleeping?” he clicks his tongue, slightly amused.
Laku laughs heartily at this, nodding eagerly. “I would bet if I didn’t know for sure I’d lose.” He snickers, wriggling his fingers around the rim of the tomb.
“Must be all those muscles; energy draining, I swear.” Andrew snorts, rolling his eyes slightly which only results in Laku laughing louder. “It’s true.” Andrew huffs slightly, though he smiles anyway. “Anyway, let’s lift this thing, okay?”
”Won’t it be better to shove it aside?” Laku asks, tugging at the stone slightly but unable to make it budge.

[Yazoo]

Andrew snorts “Tried that, but they carved it in a way that the rims are thicker then the middle, ruling that option out. We have to lift it for sure.”
Laku nods, crouching through his knees slightly and preparing to put his strength on it. “Let’s do it then.”
Andrew nods. “One the count of three… two… lift!”
Bracing their muscles and clenching their teeth, the two start to lift the stone up. It goes slow, but combining their strength to the ultimate, they manage to lift the stone up together about 40 centimetres.
Andrew gasps as he is able to glance at what’s in the tomb. Bones are arranged neatly, every single one still there. A crown and a sword are next to the skeleton, the hands clasping said sword.
Momentarily stunned, Andrew’s hold on the lid slackens, before the pained howl of Laku startles him enough to look away from the skeleton. Eyes widening, Andrew can’t suppress the gasp that escapes his pale lips.
Because Andrew’s hold on the loose weakened, Laku was forced to use more strength upon holding up the lid; strength the tanned man doesn’t have. As a result, the heavy lid unexpectedly fell down on his side, crushing one of his hands in between the lid and the tomb.
Andrew hastily throws his weight against the lid, using the small levitation of the stone in his advantage to throw it off completely.
Laku’s breathing sounds like gasps as he stares at his crushed hand wide-eyed, shock not yet making way for the pain as blood dribbles out of the broken skin. The hand that has been offered to help, has now been lost.
”L-Laku!” Andrew hastily tears off one of his sleeves, ripping it into strips to make a make-shift bandage, the panic making him forget about the first aid kit in the bag on Laku’s back.
It is only when Andrew grasps his hand when it registers. It hurts. Laku clenches his eyes shut and lets out a strangled cry of pain, trying to draw his hand close to his hand, cradling it, keeping it out of reach of Andrew’s hands.
“Laku! Laku let me help you!” Andrew cries out panicked.
Some stray tears start to fall over Laku’s cheeks as the anguished man feels his whole body react to the pain; parts that shouldn’t hurt hurting as bits of bones fall off of his hand.
Andrew clenches his teeth, feeling tears brim in his own eyes upon seeing his long-time friend in pain, pain that has been caused by him.

[Yazoo]

“She’s gone…” Andrew sobs, hiding his face in his hands.
”It’s not your fault, ‘Drew. You didn’t know the room was going to collapse…” Laku murmurs, rubbing small comforting circles on his friend’s back.
Andrew looks up at Laku, eyes wide and red around the sides, tears leaking down. “What am I going to tell Jace!?”
Laku sighs, placing his index and middle finger under Andrew’s chin. “It’s going to be all right, ‘Drew. Everything’s going to be allright…”
”How can it be right!?” Andrew cries out “My wife… My wife, Laku! My need to continue on killed my-“ he’s silenced by a pair of soft tanned lips covering his own pales ones.
”I’ll always be here for you, Andrew… always…”

[Yazoo]

Yet, while this is happening, some blood has fallen into the tomb while the hand was crushed. The blood seeps towards the skeleton, grazing past it as it goes. Smoke comes from the tomb but neither of the two realise this as Laku is still crying out in pain while Andrew is trying to grasp Laku’s hand.
The skeleton hisses slightly as the blood touches the bones, almost like it’s melting, but the sound fades under the cries and yelling. The amount of blood seems to intensify, blood starting to stick to every part of the bones lying in the tomb.
The smoke intensifies, spreading a thin layer throughout the whole room which snaps Andrew out of trying to grasp Laku’s hand. Startled, the blonde raises his head, looking around to try and find where the smoke is coming from.
Pale blue eyes widen as he sees the smoke coming from the tomb. “What…?”
Laku, who has reduced to sobbing, wipes as his still crying eyes with his good hand, notices the smoke too. He opens his mouth to say something, but the only things escaping his lips are more sobs.
Andrew moves towards the tomb slowly, his eyes wide and his lips parted slightly. Laku watches the other move from a small distance, not following the pale blonde man.
The blood just keeps spreading over the bones, the fog starting to smell of burned wool inside a stuffy room.
Andrew coughs, fanning the smoke away from his face with his hand as much as possible. ‘What is this!? What’s going on!?’
The blood starts to seep into the bones, and skin that wasn’t there before becomes visible, connecting the muscles loosely. Andrew can only gape in something akin to horror as he sees patches of skin rise up slightly to make room for muscles that bubble up in the ‘body’ without any explainable reason. Then come the insides; one by one Andrew sees them appear. Liver, intestines, kidneys and so on, pronounced clearly under the ashen coloured skin.

[Yazoo]

Ba-dung ba-dung
Steady heartbeats sound strongly throughout the entire dome. Andrew is sure it isn’t his heart for his own heart is beating rapidly like the blonde man has ran miles on an end at a higher speed he is physically capable of. He can see the clear form of a heart moving under the ashen skin of the monster with no face, beating in tune with the beats echoing through the air.
“L-L-Laku!” Andrew stutters, stepping away from the tomb, eyes wide and mouth agape, the tone of his voice several notches higher due to obvious fright.
That tone alone is enough to make Laku fall quiet from his sobbing, his crushed hand still bleeding enough to make the tanned man feel light in the head, though he tries to ignore it.
Andrew stumbles slightly over the sword of the dead guard though he manages to keep himself from falling as he steps back even more; startling as his back touches the wall.
“A-Andrew?” Laku sniffs, his voice hoarse from crying and screaming, yet concern is lacing his tone thickly.
Andrew points at the tomb with a shaky hand, the fog finally starting to clear away, yet the fool smell remains.
Laku blinks, a tear that was hanging to his long dark lashes falling and rolling over his wet cheeks at the motion. He is about to go to the tomb when a bony ashen hand grasps the side of the stone grave, long thin fingers curling slightly.
Letting out a startled yelp, Laku too jumps back in surprise ‘A zombie!?’
The creature pulls itself up so it’s sitting straight, showing off its faceless head, thick veins and brains shown clearly under the skin. Part of the skin in the middle of what should be its face tears, revealing a mouth half the size of the entire head full with long yellowed fangs. The fangs are too long since the creature can’t seem to close its mouth.
Andrew and Laku can’t take it anymore; they scream. Their combined scream bounces off of the grey walls with a triple echo, the only thing being heard above it being the creature’s anguished wail.
“Andrew! What the hell is that!?” Laku yells, the pain in his hand pushed back to the side of his head in the face of the ashen toned monster.
“I don’t know!” Andrew yells back “I don’t understand! There were just bones in there before!”

[Yazoo]

The creature lets out another pained wail, pushing itself up so that it’s standing.
It seems to have the build of a human save for a few slight differences; it’s taller then an average human by a head or two, the spine is hunched and the arms and legs are too long. The creature doesn’t have a face, though the skin is sacked where the eyes and nose are supposed to be, though the terrifying big mouth with enormous yellowing fangs make up for that.
Andrew draws in a sharp intake of breath as the creature steps out of the tomb. The blonde’s eyes travel over the easily visible spine, his eyes pausing on the small bone sticking out at the bottom, covered by the same ashen skin as the rest of the body; the beginning of a tail.
‘Is this… Is this Vlad? No! It can’t be him! This is a monster! And Vlad is dead!’ Andrew thinks panicked, wincing as another wail reaches his ears. Though not too far in the back of his head the man can’t help but wonder if Vlad’s bones, if not in the tomb anymore, are a part of the monster.
“Andrew! What did you do!?” Laku hisses, snapping Andrew out of his thoughts. “If this is a joke, I’m not laughing!”
Andrew grits his teeth “Would you stop saying everything’s a joke, damnit!?”
”This can’t be real!” Laku yells, glaring at Andrew “I’ll show you that it’s not real!”
”Laku, stop!” Andrew cries out, watching his friend near the monster.
Laku gulps, forcing his face to look calm, a thin layer of sweat covering his brow as the wailing creature turns its head up.
Reaching out his crushed right hand, Laku faintly realises the hand is barely bleeding and he can’t feel anything in it anymore, nor move his fingers.
The creature pauses in it’s wailing, what’s supposed to be his face moving to Laku’s hand almost in an almost curious motion.
Swallowing again, Laku winces as his hand touches the creatures face. Numbness makes way for biting cold before the numbness takes over once again. ‘Like touching an ice cube…’

[Yazoo]

Andrew watches in morbid fascination, drinking in the scene being held in front of him. He watches the creature nuzzle the hand, smearing blood all over himself in the action.
‘What’s going on here? It’s like… a dog or something! It just… doesn’t look like one…’ Andrew’s eyes glaze over as he sees himself at press conferences, the creature in tow like a good dog, the creature that will be named Ted…
A shriek of pain snaps Andrew out of his ridiculous day-dream, startling the blonde enough to make him jump. Looking up, Andrew can do nothing but stare.
Laku is holding onto his wrist, blood flowing over his tanned skin in great amounts. Everything above the wrist is gone. The normally tanned man is now a sickly pale colour as he falls to his knees, clutching what was once the starting of his hand tightly.
Looking up at the creature, Andrew sees the image that shall haunt him until his last live day. “Ted…” he breathes, the only thing remaining from the fantasy he was in before.
The ashen coloured creature is covered in blood, bone splinters stuck between its fangs as it openly chews on something tanned, covered in blood; Laku’s hand.
The creature’s own right hand starts to darken; long bony fingers shrinking to a more normal size. The skin at the fingertips breaks, bleeding blue goo as nails start to grow out of them.
Andrew watches in a mixture of shock and interest as he looks at the monster with the human hand. The hand is whiter then the rest of the body; the alabaster limb contrasting with the ashen grey tint of the others.
Laku shrieks upon seeing the hand. On the monster’s hand a small dark scar is visible at the same place Laku’s own scar was; a result of a kitchen incident. “MY HAND!” he screeches “YOU HAVE MY HAND! GIVE ME BACK MY HAND YOU MONSTER!”
The creature simply makes a small gurgling sound from the back of its throat in reply; a long slimy tongue darting out of its mouth to lick the bloodied fangs, cleaning them back to their yellowed state.

[Yazoo]

Andrew’s mouth fall open as he stares, not knowing what to make of what he just witnessed. ‘Didn’t it just… how I that possible?’ he thinks in astonishment. He just witnessed the creature eating his best friend’s hand before said creature acquired that same hand for himself. For not the first time since coming here he wonders what exactly is going on here. He would ask Laku if he’s alright, but he finds he’s not sadistic enough to do so. But then again, what else can you say to someone that just got his hand bitten off?
Most people would opt for silence; letting the person mourn the loss of their limb, but Andrew isn’t like most people. “Laku… Calm down…” he hisses, eying the creature carefully, watching for any hint to a movement to eat more.
“CALM DOWN!? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!? THAT MOSTER HAS MY HAND! I WANT MY HAND BACK!” Laku screams, skin sickly pale, but cheeks flushed in anger as he cradles the bleeding stump to his chest.
Silently, Andrew wonders how his friend hasn’t passed out from blood loss yet, but out loud he simply says; “We have to get out of here, Laku. If we don’t, he may eat a lot more…”
The creature finally finishes up licking itself clean of the blood before the sides of its mouth tilt in a disturbing grin or at least something that looks like one.
”HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM!? IT JUST ATE MY HAND! ATE IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING! LIKE IT WAS SIMPLY A SMALL SNACK!” Laku yells at Andrew, glaring daggers at his friend.

[Yazoo]

”If it’s really a small snack for it, then it probably wants the main course; namely, us.” Andrew hisses back at his friend, trying to get his friend to calm down as much as possible despite the disturbing situation they’re in now.
Laku is about to reply when a shadow falls on him, making him gulp. Looking up through wide brown eyes, he comes to face the creature towering above him, the disturbing grin still there. Laku starts to tremble, not knowing what to make of his situation; not having enough coherent thought at the moment to realise that he should run away, try to find a way out, save himself from this creature.
Andrew flashes through Laku’s mind’s eye, the blonde and his son with equally pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He can’t save himself; he has to save Andrew. Andrew only has his son left and vice versa. Laku cares for Jace like a parent would care for their child and refuses to imagine the boy in a foster family; raised by strangers because he lost his last living relative. ‘Maybe if it eats me… it’ll be too full to eat Andrew…’ Laku thinks, shaking increasing.
He doesn’t even know for sure if this will work that way, doesn’t even know if Andrew will survive though all this, or if he’ll be able to get out to go back to his son when he actually survives. ‘What if neither Andrew nor the monster will be able to get out? Andrew will be stuck with it; ready to serve as its next meal!’
Laku can see it now; Andrew trying to find a way out desperately, the creature watching him hungrily, ready to pounce and feast on the blonde’s meat. He doesn’t want that to happen; he wants at least his friend to go free, away from here.
‘I have to protect Andrew… for Jace, for himself… and for me…’
That thought is what keeps Laku from moving as the creature’s mouth descends on him, fangs gleaming and apart just enough to be able to bite. The last thing he hears is Andrew crying out his name, before he’s enveloped in the rotten smelling cavern of the monster… Then it’s over.

It never was a joke…

[Yazoo]

“Laku!” Andrew cries out before letting out a terrified scream as he sees half of Laku’s head disappear in the monster’s mouth.
Blood flows down to the ground taking brains with it; the grey mass looking like earthworms in the sea of red.
Andrew chokes, watching the brains drift while hearing the monster chew on the skull; shattering it. He panics even more when he sees the part of the head appear on the monster’s own, the same alabaster skin as his hand. One newly acquired brown eye stares greedily at the remaining body parts of the tanned man he’s eating, some wavy black bangs falling into his only eye.
“No! Stop!” Andrew cries out as the monster prepares itself to eat the other halve of Laku’s head. However, the blonde’s cries fall on dead ears as the monster happily lungs for more, the human unable to do anything but watch his friend get eaten; his identity stolen by the thing that’s eating him.
When Laku’s kidneys fall to the ground and his intestines hang out of his stomach, Andrew doubles over, clutching at his sides as he throws the contents of his stomach all over the floor.
Andrew doesn’t care if his puke is rolling over his chin, dripping on his green shirt. All he can see is his best friend serving as food.
“L-Laku…” Andrew stutters hoarsely as he falls to his knees limply, knees landing in the puke making it splatter all over the pants and his limp arms.
‘Please God, please let this be a nightmare, please wake me up, please, please, please, please. Please Jace, please come to daddy, please come now because daddy needs you. Please Laku, please jump out from somewhere and laugh at me about how this is a joke and I fell for it, please come and kiss it better…’
Andrew’s dirty hand reaches up and clutches at his shirt, right above his heart. Strangely enough the blonde’s heart is beating steady and slow; like Andrew is calmly watching TV on the couch with his son, sipping on his hot coffee with just a little bit of cream. ‘Please… anyone… I’m in pain…’

[Yazoo]

But he doesn’t wake up, and no one shows up claiming this is all a joke. Jace doesn’t appear to comfort his broken father and in stead of the sound of laughter there is only the sound of skin breaking, blood falling, and bones getting broken by long, sharp fangs…
Sobbing, Andrew starts to shake more, his friend disappearing in the fanged monster’s mouth more and more as Andrew just sits there, unable to do anything else. A soft human purr next to his ear makes Andrew look up, cheeks wet with the tears that dampen his eyes.
A tall Laku is looming over him; a head taller then Laku is supposed to be with alabaster skin instead of tanned. Thin pale lips smirk as this Laku brushes black wavy hair out of chocolate brown eyes.
“L-Laku?” Andrew stutters, hoping, wishing, more tears falling.
“My name…” the dark haired man purrs out, the smirk widening, showing fangs “is Vlad Tepes.”
“Laku!” Andrew cries out “This isn’t funny! Please stop this!”
The other man merely grins, the canine teeth visible even more so; sharp and strong, the tips falling over his bottom lip.
Andrew stumbles back, landing in his own puke, yet not caring. He scrambles back, away from the monster that looks so much like his best friend. Yet, there is one thing that Andrew finally starts to realise ‘It can’t be Laku… because he is…’
Vlad smirks at Andrew, walking to him in a calm yet steady pace. The stolen brown eyes are cold and merciless as they pierce into terrified pale blue eyes.
Andrew’s breath hitches as Vlad grins widely at him; showing off those monstrous fangs once more.
“I like…” Vlad purrs dangerously, the grin widening even more “Your skin… I want it.”
Andrew screams, squeezing his eyes shut while bracing himself as Vlad lungs at him, holding out his hands in defence.
Pain. That is all that registers in Andrew’s mind. Opening his eyes Andrew groans, feeling something thick and wet drip over his hand, sliding to his forearm. The blonde stares at his left hand; the ring finger and the little pinkie missing.
The last thing Andrew sees is Vlad walking away from him before the darkness drags him into her embrace. There is only so much a person can take…