[ Shanks' voice is a steady anchor, and Reign tries to focus on that as he pushes himself up to stand. He manages on trembling legs, taking small steps towards the redhead. A little more, and safety is within reach.
However, with Shanks inside now as well, the door creaks shut, and the room is once again thrown into darkness. Fear grips Reign, and he gasps as those long buried memories reappear once more.
A party. Lavish and in full swing. Reign recognises this ballroom. It's one often held at the Fear Manor. Men and women in decorative masks, dressed in a fashion similar to him mingle about, chatting, drinking something "red" from glasses, all with a frenzied eagerness in their eyes. Eyes with slit pupils akin to his own. Vampires. The air is heavy with pheromones. Oppressive, intimidating, dominating. But there's a buzz as well. A game being played for the entertainment of the guests. ]
No... No more... [ There's a barely audible mummur from Reign, aware of what's going to happen next. A dark skinned man, a human, runs through the crowd, trying to escape this hellish madness. Yet he doesn't manage to get far before he's caught by a vampire who instantly sinks their teeth into the poor human's neck. There's a gurgled scream, followed by the crunching of bones, the ripping of limbs, the wet munching of flesh. A feast.
Like a deer caught in the headlight, Reign is unable to tear his gaze away from the scene before him. An arm wraps around his shoulder, and he tenses. "Come now, Fear. See what else we've caught." His attention moves toward its intended target, and his chest suddenly goes tight.
A redhead. Why... How...? No! He wouldn't let Shanks come to harm! Despite the terrified child in him screaming for him to stay put, to not get involved, Reign breaks free. He rushes forward and manages to yank Shanks from the grasp of a vampire, putting himself between them, his blood pounding loudly in his ears. ]
cw : violence, gore, cannibalism
However, with Shanks inside now as well, the door creaks shut, and the room is once again thrown into darkness. Fear grips Reign, and he gasps as those long buried memories reappear once more.
A party. Lavish and in full swing. Reign recognises this ballroom. It's one often held at the Fear Manor. Men and women in decorative masks, dressed in a fashion similar to him mingle about, chatting, drinking something "red" from glasses, all with a frenzied eagerness in their eyes. Eyes with slit pupils akin to his own. Vampires. The air is heavy with pheromones. Oppressive, intimidating, dominating. But there's a buzz as well. A game being played for the entertainment of the guests. ]
No... No more... [ There's a barely audible mummur from Reign, aware of what's going to happen next. A dark skinned man, a human, runs through the crowd, trying to escape this hellish madness. Yet he doesn't manage to get far before he's caught by a vampire who instantly sinks their teeth into the poor human's neck. There's a gurgled scream, followed by the crunching of bones, the ripping of limbs, the wet munching of flesh. A feast.
Like a deer caught in the headlight, Reign is unable to tear his gaze away from the scene before him. An arm wraps around his shoulder, and he tenses. "Come now, Fear. See what else we've caught." His attention moves toward its intended target, and his chest suddenly goes tight.
A redhead. Why... How...? No! He wouldn't let Shanks come to harm! Despite the terrified child in him screaming for him to stay put, to not get involved, Reign breaks free. He rushes forward and manages to yank Shanks from the grasp of a vampire, putting himself between them, his blood pounding loudly in his ears. ]