After what he’d already seen in the basement, the vampire tried not to have expectations for other unexplored areas, but what the doors opened onto was truly worth a doubletake. He was struck by the cold, wet darkness first--so unlike the Coliseum with its warm light and attempt at dignity.
The sandy expanse of beach he was looking at was not dignified. It was the utter opposite.
He saw the shimmer of water, the faint light of torches, and bones. Bones everywhere. White like the sand, scattered like abandoned seashells. The coldness seeping off the lake contributed a kind of putridity--a slickness, something he could almost taste in the back of his throat. His revulsion was instinctive, because it wasn’t a place he naturally belonged in. Proud creatures didn’t slink around amongst underground graveyards.
But there was something else. “There’s a figure. Something is here.” Not someone, something.
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After what he’d already seen in the basement, the vampire tried not to have expectations for other unexplored areas, but what the doors opened onto was truly worth a doubletake. He was struck by the cold, wet darkness first--so unlike the Coliseum with its warm light and attempt at dignity.
The sandy expanse of beach he was looking at was not dignified. It was the utter opposite.
He saw the shimmer of water, the faint light of torches, and bones. Bones everywhere. White like the sand, scattered like abandoned seashells. The coldness seeping off the lake contributed a kind of putridity--a slickness, something he could almost taste in the back of his throat. His revulsion was instinctive, because it wasn’t a place he naturally belonged in. Proud creatures didn’t slink around amongst underground graveyards.
But there was something else. “There’s a figure. Something is here.” Not someone, something.