Thread: Till Death Do Us Part (Grim x Lux)

The sound of waves and seagulls echoed through the hall of an abandoned warehouse , run down and rusted by neglect. Twilight pierced through the broken windows, dimly illuminating the insides of the enclosure. Its worn out metallic beams made it appear as if the brick structure would collapse without warning. On the floor littered with puddles of rain and mud, were two men, bound and blindfolded to one these beams in the center of the space. Their cries for help were muffled by the strip of duct tape over their mouths and they sat still, knowing that being rescued was hopeless. A sudden metallic bang pierced the hall, blowing in the whistling of the wind and the sounds of the sea and birds. Both men frantically shook their head knowing the main door was opened. Heavy footsteps approached the pair along with the sound of something large being dragged. Their heads were focused on the source as it drew nearer their faces beginning to sweat and mumbles growing louder as fear creeped in. It was their captor, a large man dressed in a black trench coat with heavy boots cladding his feet. By the looks of him, he wasnt someone to be taken lightly with his brutish physique and a staggering height of more than a foot above average. He dragged along with him a large withered coffin , turned into hues of charcoal from the blows of time. The coffin was set next to a table between it and the captives. Running his large palm over the inscriptions on the cover he uttered in a low voice, It has been too long master. A few minutes later sounds of objects being shuffled made the captives tenser, with their legs trembling and minds thinking of the worst. However, nothing happened and a while later the footsteps began to grow faint, until the same bang was heard, and silence once more took over. Palpitations forced Demetrius eyes to jolt open with confusion and weakness clouding his mind. His arms were crossed over his chest, body bare and shriveled like a corpse. He felt something run down his throat and something attached to his arm as sensations in his body slowly returned. Rising from the coffin, the living corpse like man stood up and stared around in confusion. His crimson hues locked upon bags of blood that lay on the table in front of him. Tubes from these bags were connected to him, one running down his throat and other attached to his arm. Viciously pulling them out, he leaned on the table, barely being able to stand up. The blood spilled on the floor under him, and some got on the table from Demetrius coughs. Where am I? He thought, but before he could house more confusing thoughts like this, he was overcome with an insatiable hunger, a feeling he was all too familiar with. The veins in his body popped out from under the pale wrinkled skin and his nails grew sharper like claws that dug into the wooden table. The palpitations grew along with the hunger and he lurched at the blood bags, biting into them with large fangs like a rabid animal. This felt different, the material and drinking blood like this, but Demetrius was too hungry to care. As the bags were drained, the man seemed to have gained more mass, as if he were healing. His chin and chest were dripping with the crimson fluid, but he didnt seem to care. Now that his hunger was toned down a bit, a series of thoughts came to him. What happened?... What year is it?... What is this strange place? Demetrius had no sense of time except for knowing it was night from the lack of light in the space surrounding him. By now his flesh had become firmer and skin a bit smoother but he needed a lot more to regenerate his body completely. With the strength gained, his senses were returning to their normal state, more sharpened and sensitive than that of a human. It was then that he heard heartbeats and raging breaths. The captives were listening to this and trembling with fear, not knowing what sort of animal had been unleashed. Moments later screams echoed through the abandoned warehouse and then died down in the night. It was twilight again, the night gone and what was left at the scene was the body of one of the captives, cold and drained of blood. The table and floor lay splattered with stains of a horrifying event. The other man was set free, but he still sat on floor next to the beam, too scared to make a move. He looked pale and weak and had a deep but small cut on his wrist that was bleeding slowly. He was applying pressure on it with a small towel. Standing next to him was Demetrius , now transformed from a corpse like figure to a handsome man, with a lithe and carved out frame. His hair was wavy with streaks of deep brown and dark gold that went to his shoulders and face decorated with brown hair. He looked young, like a man in his late twenties. These clothes are so strange but comfortable. He spoke while buttoning down his navy-blue shirt in a surprisingly friendly way for the monster he was, which made him more terrifying. He had an accent that showed he was not from this place. It seemed that the man who dragged his coffin here and arrange for all of this also arranged for fresh clothes, a pair of shoes, a towel to clean up and a wine glass. This was someone who cared for Demetrius and had yet to reveal himself after performing such a service. I must say, Jonathan, if it werent for you, it would have taken me some time to make sense of this new world. I have been asleep for so long. Demetrius eyes now turned to their original color of grey, carried mischief. Jonathan shook his head while applying pressure on the wound. Who are you? He mumbled trembling with tears running down his eyes as he saw the lifeless body of his friend. Demetrius chuckled and approached the man, gently stepping into a puddle of muddy water next to him. Let me explain, he calmly replied and reached for the wine glass on the table. But first, a little drink wont hurt. A smirk lit up his face as he crouched down and placed the blood-stained glass next to Jonathans wrist, slowly letting it fill up from the wound. After taking a light whiff of the drink he got up and walked towards the fading light from a window, carefully stepping behind it. He took a sip as if he were relishing its taste. You see, blood is what I crave, and blood not only satiates me but also lets me feel some of your memories or experiences. Your experiences have helped me realize how long I have been asleep. My oh my, how the world has changed! I am what you call a vampire but not just any vampire. I am rather special you see. There was a slight pause and Demetrius pushed his palm into the light. His back was facing Jonathan and the hand in the light began to smoke and turn into an ash like color. As the burn spread, Demetrius withdrew his hand and it healed in an instant. But I dont usually display savagery like I did last night. I prefer to drink in a more civilized way, he said hinting at the glass in his hand. Let me tell you a little story. You may think what I am is a curse, but I assure you, the stories you are familiar with are lies. It is a gift. A gift of great power with its costs. Love makes people do strange things. This is a tale of a man so blinded by love that he sold his soul to the devil for a power that would be the ruin of him and all that he held dear. Centuries ago, there was young and ambitious man named Demetrius Cercel a bastard of the house Draculesti who roamed from one village of Romania to the other as a merchant trading rare items. He was always looking to make a pile of riches by finding the most exotic of items so that one day he may become a person of noble value and remove the stain on his name bastard . During his travels, the naive man met one of the most beautiful and captivating women in a small inn outside of a village that bordered the mountains. It was love at first sight, something he wasnt hoping to achieve while he visited this village. Because he was here to find the legendary jewel that was hidden in the heart of the mountains. Before he could propose, he wanted to give his beloved the life that she dreamed of, the life of nobles and for that he undertook a journey, deep into the mountains to find this legendary jewel, with a promise to return in 4 days. On the third day, he was near the brink of death from exhaustion. He had run out of supplies and water. It was then, that he met darkness. Yes, darkness was what called him into the cave. In there, he found the jewel, an elixir fabled to grant immense power. Darkness promised that by drinking the jewel, Demetrius would have all his wishes fulfilled but there was a price that came with it. The man did not heed the warning of darkness and out of greed and the desire to give his beloved an extraordinary life of comfort and riches, he drank the jewel. He felt extraordinary strength. He could move like the wind, heal his wounds in a matter of seconds and his senses were working at pace many times that of a normal man. The desire to eat, sleep or rest withdrew from his existence. He returned to the village on the fourth day, feeling better than ever. But it was then he realized the price he had paid. The sun burnt his flesh, he had no reflection and above all, he became hungry for blood. He had become a bloodthirsty creature of the night. Seeing the error of his ways, he sought comfort in his beloved, but tragedy befell him as she was not who she claimed to be. After learning of his secret, the woman he loved became his worst enemy. She sought to eliminate him, and the ones he turned to be like him. Vampires they called them. Outraged by her betrayal he warned her that he would destroy all that she loved and make her watch it as revenge. Alas, the young man couldnt find it in him to kill his lover so, in the end Demetrius lost the battle and was put to into an agonizing slumber by her hand. It appeared as if he was talking to himself and enjoying his drink. During the slight pauses he would take, hed play with the dying sunlight to burn himself, enjoying the feeling of being alive again. He had a thing for theatrics and ups and downs in his voice showed that. You ask who am I? I am the one who drank the jewel offered by darkness. Arrogance was loaded in his demeanor and as he turned around he was shoved in the chest and pushed into the sunlight. Jonathan had mustered the last of his strength for this attack. Vampire or not, burn in hell you monster! He growled barely being able to hold himself up. Demetrius chuckled as the feeble rays of the setting sun werent enough to turn him into ash. Instead they made his body smoke and blister with patches of ash like wounds. Did you really think I couldnt hear you coming towards me. Havent you been paying attention? Stepping out of the light made the wounds heal instantly. You shouldnt have done that. Disrespect is something I abhor. The eerie friendliness was gone and there was clear rage on his face. The flesh on his hand got tense, the veins popping out and his nails turning into black claws. With a quick move, he slit Jonathans throat and held him up by his hair at a distance. He didnt want any blood on his shoes or pants. He brought the wine glass in his other hand to the bleeding mans throat and filled it up. Foolish man. You couldve had the gift, but you chose to disrespect me instead of asking for mercy. The good amount of blood he had, made him able to regain his strength completely. There was something strange he felt. None of his sires were alive except for two. One was familiar and a loyal servant and the other made him feel strange. He could feel her and he wanted this feeling gone as it filled him with rage, knowing she was still alive. The memories of betrayal were bitter, and Demetrius wanted revenge.