Blood Mates

Death Is Never The End

The room was cold. So cold it almost hurt to be in it. The body sitting in the corner was shivering, but not because it was cold. It was fear. Fear plagued it’s heart as it could feel something coming for him.

Panting oddly, the dark closed in around the figure trying to make itself smaller. But it didn’t work.

The lights came on in the room, illuminating everything. In a weird glass chamber that sat in the middle of another large room. There was one table nailed to the floor, and a chair, heavy to move and harder to throw.

Heels could be heard through the halls and as the racing heart galloped like a stallion, the lost soul watched the doors open. Watching the two strangers come into the glass cage, one came and kneeled before grinning widely.

“Well welcome back to the land of the living kid.” Renaldo taunted as his dad laughed.

And sitting, shivering, covered in blood and dirt, Donald Shamus’ words stumbled over his fangs as he cried, “W-what did you do to me?!”  Hacking and trembling as shadows moved closer, Donny looked at the stranger in horror. 

Renaldo towered over the younger vampire as he sneered, "Now it's time for the real work to begin." And unwillingly, Donny Shamus became a moving factor of that plan.