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Vampire Pt. 2
Maxwell appeared in shock.
"He does this to you, because your mother left him?"
"Why do you even care!? You know nothing about me! Why can't you just leave me alone!?" Verlahne fell to his knees, and soon tears were filling his eyes. Maxwell bent over and wiped away Verlahne's tears.
"If you agree to become my 'Victim', I promise you will never be harmed again."
Verlahne stared down at the floor and thought about it for a couple seconds.
"I don't know", said Verlahne, "If he finds out he'll try killing me.."
"He won't find out. I promise."
'If he does though, I'll be in huge trouble..' thought Verlahne.
"Okay.." said Verlahne. Maxwell got closer and whispered tentively in Verlahne's ear, 'Close your eyes..'
As velrhane's eyes close he felt a sharp pain searing through his stomache.
"Augh! What are you doing?!"
Verlahne could see a mess of blood near his lower stomache where Maxwell and broken his skin with his nails. Tears began pouring down Velrhane's cheeks.
"Stop it!" screamed Verlahne. Maxwell bent down and lapped the blood with his tongue.
"You fucking sicko what the hell is wrong with you?! Are you fucking mentally sick!?"
A strange black mark slowing began to tattoo itself onto Verlahne's skin.
"It's called a 'Mark." started Maxwell, "When you're in danger the 'Mark' will cause a reaction. First my head will start pounding to warn me i you're in danger. When you start dying my skin will start rotting."
"That's...so, ugh..nasty." stuttered Verlahne, who was losing conscious.
"It's okay," whispered Maxwell, "Sleep.."
'Where am I?'
Verlahne looked around. He was lying in a bed half-naked. The sheets were a magnificent glod and the wood surrounding the bed was cherry oak maybe? There were strange carvings etched into the bed and a black satin canopy over head. There was a luminescent glow coming from the room. No lights, but candles, beautifully decorated candels. And many old antiques that looked brand new.
"What the hell.." whispered Verlahned.
"This is my room. You're in my house, and my bed."
Verlahne blushed insanely and tried to jump out of the bed, but found himself to tired to do so.
"Why am I.." started Verlahne.
"It's because of the 'Mark'. It wore you out pretty badly, so I brought you to my house to rest for the time being."
'How long will I be here with this nut job..' thought Verlahne ignorantly.
"Uh no to long, and I'm not a nut job."
"What the fucking hell!? You can hear my thoughts?!"
"Well yes, I can. I suppose you could say."
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