Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180403090722


 * At this point, the group realizes that Nightfire and Zeitola have disappeared. Meanwhile, Charger, and Asfaloth meet Claud just outside the door of Solomon’s chambers. Charger nods and Claud unlocks it. He opens it and Charger walks through with Asfaloth. The entire room is different. Where there were white sheets upon the walls and bed, now there is only crimson. Charger walks up beside the bed. Solomon lays on his side, convulsing slightly.

Asfaloth: Father? What’s going on?

Charger: The last of his human self is being purged. He has fully joined the ranks of the undead. His soul has returned from the supernatural realm to inhabit his body until the end of times or, at least, until his demise.


 * Just then the convulsions stop.

Charger: Ah, there. Can you smell it, son?

Asfaloth: Smell what?

Charger: Power. Sheer, dark, untamed power. It’s something all vampires possess when we are first born. It’s a way of ensuring our survival in our adolescence.


 * Just then, Charger shivers slightly.

Charger: Oh.......

Asfaloth: What?

Charger: Your brother is more powerful than I expected. The supernatural realm is strong with him. He will become a great vampire.

Asfaloth: Is that good?

Charger: It’s incredible.


 * He smiles with a fatherly smile as he runs his hand through Solomon’s silky white hair. Just as he lovingly strokes his son’s hair, Solomon opens his eyes. They are no longer brown as expected, but even more interesting, they are not silver like his father’s. Instead, they are deep crimson. They glow as their gaze lock on Charger. Charger is slightly confused as he steps back.

Charger: What? This cannot be. But, how?


 * Asfaloth looks at him.

Asfaloth: What is it, father?

Charger: His eyes, they are crimson? There is only one vampire I know that has eyes like that. But, this isn’t possible.


 * Just then, Solomon sits up in his bed and looks around the room with his crimson gaze. Charger watches him. Then, Solomon struggles to speak.



Solomon: Dr...ink.....I need...a drink.......

Charger: Of course, my son.


 * With that Charger hands him a bottle full of blood. Solomon takes it and pops the top. He downs the bottle in only a few seconds. Unknown to them, Nightfire and Zeitola hide in the sheets draped from the ceiling high above and watch.