Hellacious
Hellacious (adj.) extremely brutal, violent, and severe; remarkably difficult
There was nothing but darkness. An all-consuming darkness that not even a vampire could see through. The floor felt like small glass shards that where pushed farther and farther into his bleeding feet with every step he took.
He didn’t know where he was. Where the other two had gone. Where they even in the same place? Had the evil men taken them someplace else? The evil men had stated they had one week left. One week until death.
Was this the afterlife?
Cold wind came from the left, smelling like rot and decay. It took him everything not to throw up. Though he doubted he could throw up. The evil men hadn’t fed him in days…had it been day?
“I can smell you.” A gargling voice spoke form the darkness.
He froze.
The wind came again, warmer this time. Only it wasn’t wind. It was death. The breath of the end.
He could hear death now. Stalking across the blood covered floor. His small body started shaking in fear. This was how he would die. If he wasn’t dead already.
Had he really angered the gods that much?
Slowly he turned toward death feeling the floor slicken with his blood. Only to meet glowing red orbs.
A scream ripped its way out of his mouth as death lunged–
“No!” The shadows tore through the richly decorated room looking for that which had dared threaten their master.
Widened red eyes took in the sun dappled room. The burnt orange walls almost seemed to be on fire as the sun played across the golden framed paintings and mirrors. Nothing was out of place.
The vampire panted. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest as terror refused to leave him. It was just a dream. He was one of the most powerful vampires in the world. It was just a dream…then why did it feel so real?
Cinnamon colored blankets where thrown away from the vampire. Moving to get out of bed cold mahogany floors had the vampire tensing in remembered pain. Suddenly the vampire wished he hadn’t demanded the plush grey carpets be removed from the room.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Red eyes turned in the direction of the door. “Yes?”
The door opened revealing the worried form of the vampire’s healer. Blue-grey eyes surveyed the room noting the inky coils of shadow that refused to be banished by the sunlight. Slowly the healer swept across the room making sure to step over the pesky shadows that begged for attention.
“I heard you scream, my lord.” The healer stated sitting down next the vampire on the bed.
The vampire ran a hand through his tangled hair. “It was just a dream, a memory I had forgotten.”
“A traumatic memory.” The healer noted.
Red eyes turned to the healer questioningly. “Traumatic?”
In answer the healer gently grabbed the vampire’s arm. She noted the vampire flinch at her cold grasp and shuffled the information away for later review. The healer raised the vampire’s hand in front of his face.
“Yes, traumatic.”
The vampire’s eyes widened even more at the sight if his hand. Uncontrollable tremors raced along the limb.
“If you don’t mind me asking. Was the memory of your time in the underground?” The healer questioned.
The vampire shook his head slowly, eyes still on his hand. “No.”
Grey-blue eyes narrowed at the tone. “Per-a’a?”
“It wasn’t of the underground.” The Pharaoh stated turning to look at Isis. “I don’t think it was my memory at all.”
Isis watched her Pharaoh questioningly. “Then who’s was it?”
“Yugi’s.” The Pharaoh closed his eyes. “It was Yugi’s.”