"Can you walk by yourself now?" Kross asked Lothaire as they trekked through the forest.
"Yes, I believe so. The sun is rising, though... My strength will not be growing anymore until nightfall," the vampire huffed as he pulled himself away from the black headed boy, standing taller than him, surprisingly.
"You can walk in sunlight? I thought vampires like... burst into flames when sun touched their skin?" Kross asked.
"It isn't a wise idea to stay in the daylight for too long. Your strength quickly deteriorates, so you cannot run as fast as normal, or use your ability if you have one. Then your eyesight steadily grows weaker, as well as your hearing, and before you know it, in a matter of hours, you're dead. So it is possible, just not something you can do for as long as you like,"
"So, we need to get moving then... The sun as already been up for a good hour..." Kross said, suddenly feeling panicked. He didn't like the feeling of having a never aging man's life on his hands.
"No, do not fear. Turn left here, off the main road..." Lothaire commanded, bored.
Kross followed him off of the dirt road they had been walking on; the same one he had came to Crescent Stone on two mornings ago. They now walked in the thick of the woods for another half of a mile until Lothaire stopped again, and slowly turned to look Kross directly in the eyes. His faded yellow irises sent chills through the other's body. "What I am about to show you is a secret kept for generations upon generations, only known to the vampiric race. Anyone else has never been told about these, so you must keep it to yourself. There is no other option."
Kross nodded to him and watched as he took his long, pointed fingernails and lightly pushed them into the flesh of his wrist. A few drops of almost black blood trickled down Lothaire's pale skin and fell gently on top of a large rock they were standing beside. As soon as the blood touched the gray surface, the rock disappeared, and two massive cellar doors lied on the grass in its place. "How...?" Kross began, but Lothaire cut him off. "Vampire's blood. The only key to unlocking the entrances to the hidden underground tunnels scattered across the mountains. The rocks are an illusion older than I am, but a very strong one. No one can see past it, as even the rock is a tangible item. It can be sat on and touched, just like a normal rock... But with my people's blood, it fades away."
They both pulled open the doors and stepped into the tunnel. It was long, and Kross couldn't see the end of it, but he could tell Lothaire knew his way around. So they began to walk, hidden from people and the sun, together on a path of centuries old dirt, lit only by the countless torches that lined the walls.
"Welcome to the vampire's world, Kross," Lothaire said, his voice echoing off the walls, "we have so many more secrets to share with you."
"Yes, I believe so. The sun is rising, though... My strength will not be growing anymore until nightfall," the vampire huffed as he pulled himself away from the black headed boy, standing taller than him, surprisingly.
"You can walk in sunlight? I thought vampires like... burst into flames when sun touched their skin?" Kross asked.
"It isn't a wise idea to stay in the daylight for too long. Your strength quickly deteriorates, so you cannot run as fast as normal, or use your ability if you have one. Then your eyesight steadily grows weaker, as well as your hearing, and before you know it, in a matter of hours, you're dead. So it is possible, just not something you can do for as long as you like,"
"So, we need to get moving then... The sun as already been up for a good hour..." Kross said, suddenly feeling panicked. He didn't like the feeling of having a never aging man's life on his hands.
"No, do not fear. Turn left here, off the main road..." Lothaire commanded, bored.
Kross followed him off of the dirt road they had been walking on; the same one he had came to Crescent Stone on two mornings ago. They now walked in the thick of the woods for another half of a mile until Lothaire stopped again, and slowly turned to look Kross directly in the eyes. His faded yellow irises sent chills through the other's body. "What I am about to show you is a secret kept for generations upon generations, only known to the vampiric race. Anyone else has never been told about these, so you must keep it to yourself. There is no other option."
Kross nodded to him and watched as he took his long, pointed fingernails and lightly pushed them into the flesh of his wrist. A few drops of almost black blood trickled down Lothaire's pale skin and fell gently on top of a large rock they were standing beside. As soon as the blood touched the gray surface, the rock disappeared, and two massive cellar doors lied on the grass in its place. "How...?" Kross began, but Lothaire cut him off. "Vampire's blood. The only key to unlocking the entrances to the hidden underground tunnels scattered across the mountains. The rocks are an illusion older than I am, but a very strong one. No one can see past it, as even the rock is a tangible item. It can be sat on and touched, just like a normal rock... But with my people's blood, it fades away."
They both pulled open the doors and stepped into the tunnel. It was long, and Kross couldn't see the end of it, but he could tell Lothaire knew his way around. So they began to walk, hidden from people and the sun, together on a path of centuries old dirt, lit only by the countless torches that lined the walls.
"Welcome to the vampire's world, Kross," Lothaire said, his voice echoing off the walls, "we have so many more secrets to share with you."
August 4th, 2013 at 07:51am