<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324864.msg15582728#msg15582728">Quote from: Esoterica on September 04, 2020, 05:56:55 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The elder vampire was seated in a chair in his lavish new manor. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do as the fledgling vampire woke up from the death sleep. He smiled at the young man gently, and said in a voice with a heavy yet undiscernable accent. "It's all right, Henry. You are safe now. The man that did this to you is, in my dungeon. He wont be able to hurt you anymore." <br/><br/>"Are you thirsty, Henry? I have a bottle of blood wine over here. Get up. Have a drink with me. It is the remedy for what ails you, my friend."<br/><br/>When he saw the hesitation in the other man's eyes, he took a sip from his own glass. "It's perfectly fine. I promise. If you are worried about the source dont be, it is my blood, and I am obviously still sitting here alive. No harm has come to anyone else this night."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center">As the older vampire spoke, Henry almost pounced on the word "<em>blood</em>" yet used every ounce of self control not to grab the wine bottle and down the whole thing. He slowly and carefully slid out of the bed, took a glass and the bottle, and smoothly poured a generous amount of wine. After a few careful, cautious sips, the boy downed the rest of it in one big gulp, setting the glass down, and wiped his blood stained lips with the back of his sleeve. The wine managed to make his hunger ease to be bearable, and his eyes returned from crimson red back to their usual aquamarine. He ran a hand through his dark brown curls, realising they needed washing. He glanced down to see he had bandages wrapped around his chest and arms, and he knew something had torn him apart, but what actually happened? He also saw the only thing he wore were his favourite grey sweatpants. There was nothing on his feet. He wanted to know what had happened, but at the same time, was terrified of the answer. So he kept the question to himself. He picked up the glass he had drank out of and gazed at it studiously for a moment, before running his tongue along the rim to pick up any excess blood.<br/><br/>However, after a few moments, he dropped the glass in horror, causing it to shatter on the hardwood floor. Luckily it wasn't very expensive. Henry put his face into his hands to hide the tears forming in his eyes. <strong>"I've turned into a m- monster,"</strong> he said in a choked voice. He began to shake with despair; he didn't want to live like this. It was too much. Too much! <strong>"H- help me...,"</strong> he whispered. <strong>"Turn me back into a human... there's got to be a way! There has to!"</strong> However, when the vampire didn't speak, Henry knew he was doomed. He was going to be a monster forever. A nineteen year old monster forever. He hated it, but didn't want to die. He just didn't want to live like this. He looked up and glanced out the window with tear streaked eyes. At least it was a nice, sunny day outside. He fortunately didn't have to worry about the sun; he wasn't going to burn in sunlight like the books say. At least there was that. As tears continued to fall down his cheeks, he sighed shakily and sat back down on the bed.</div>