Thread: A Vampiress' Story (Sigr x Poppy)

The clash of metal against rock didn't echo in the mines, hours after the shift had ended, as dark in the night outside as in the depths of the land. Only the whispers and whistles of the gasses welcomed Viktor to those stony innards, the young man knowing well the tunnels and crevices he worked on. A capable miner and more than decent blacksmith, Viktor was little more than a boy, still too young for human standards to call himself a man, and yet, no one called him a boy anymore. It wasn't just that the hard life on those parts forced a shortened youth, but also that Viktor by virtue of birth and hard work, was a boulder of a man, as strong and hard as the minerals he worked on. And yet, he felt that he had failed. That he wasn't as strong as he could have been a few years ago. Leaving a heavy sack in the mine ground with a metallic thud, he could still remember that day like it was yesterday. The day he lost his older sister, the day he lost Alice. With their mother dead during childbirth, Alice had seen herself forced to adapt, having to take care of the young Viktor since she was eight years old, the age difference between them. Viktor was eight and Alice sixteen when that force of evil took her away, his hope of golden hair, surrendered to bloody Carmilla. If it wasn't for the villagers, Viktor would had run that day after her, starring a short lived and hopeless rescue, but they kept him at bay. Another eight years had passed since then, and now sixteen, Viktor wouldn't wait no more. He didn't know what could have happened to his sister, if she was still alive, if she was still captive under Carmilla's charm, but he was thinking beyond that. If the chance presented he would rescue his sister or grant her eternal rest away from the vampire's influence, but if Alice was no more, he could at least end Carmilla and make sure she didn't take any more girls like his sister. Disrobing under the flickering light of a lamp, Viktor stepped over a small crack in the rocks that expelled warm steam from the depths of the earth. In a land where water was a luxury, that was one of the few ways to clean oneself, and Viktor aimed to be as ready and pure as he could before facing his destiny. Viktor cleaned any remains of dirt and sweat, ashes and grime from his powerful muscles with a rag, his face one of a perpetual scowl, his eyes raw dark emeralds, absent of the gleam that was once present on Alice's ones. Clean and ready, he intended to exit the mines like a newfound man with a single purpose, and for that he would need the contents of the sack he carried with him. Who entered the cave as the workers got out and the end of the shift may be a young man, one with hopes and dreams, but the one that went out, was a warrior of a single purpose. With his powerful physique clad in a heavy armor made by himself, Viktor was a juggernaut of metal torn from the belly of the earth, a presence that would give pause to any veteran knight and seasoned mercenary. Armed with a heavy halberd and carrying a few needed trinkets on his back like torches and rations, his leaden figure walked towards his objective like a presence that was just born from the mountain. It took him several days to reach that unholy place, traveling through lands that got increasingly barren and dreary, but under the light of a sickly yellow moon, Viktor was standing at the very door of Carmilla's castle. The armored warrior decidedly went through the unguarded doors, no doubt in any of his actions, but the boy under all that metal was sweating, nervous about what he was about to face. The place was in shambles, how could anyone want to live there? Was a vampire's heart so twisted that foul was fair, while fair was foul? What kind of monster was that? What had Carmilla done with fair Alice? Viktor traversed the place, inspecting it with care. He was well aware that stealth wasn't a knack he had, with his lumbering body and heavy equipment, so Viktor didn't bother being careful. To hell with that vampire, let her hear he was there, ready to face her. Viktor would end her depraved existence that night, rescuing her sister or not, that would be Carmilla's last full moon. Or so he hoped.