Night 64: Underground Lake

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Harvey almost ended up tripping, which would have put him face-first in the sand, but he managed to reorient himself just before his legs gave out on him. His hand flew to his chest as he tried to catch his breath and fight down the nausea. He didn't want to think about how much it would sting to have bile come up and wash over all the wounds in his mouth if he threw up. So that wasn't happening.

The area felt just as damp and cold as the last time, and since it was all something they'd seen before, Harvey didn't hesitate to move forward once he'd recovered. His destination was the dock, and the two torches that were set there made it easy for him to find it.

As he moved toward it, he glanced back at the other two. "So this time we don't even need to draw blood. I guess that works well enough." He would have preferred that the transition was smoother, but it definitely beat having to go through the fridge like they had for so long.

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[vstheworld]

Where Harvey's luck had landed him heads-up, Scott's was all tails. At least he was lucky enough not to have planted his rear down in the small pile of bones that sat just a foot or two behind him. Not only would it have hurt, but S.T. would have had enough material to make dry, subtle boner jokes into next week.

"Ngh, yeah, I am a fan of things that don't involve drawing blood. Never did trust those Red Cross types. Always knew they were up to something," Scott said as he picked himself up, dusting white sand off his jeans.

He gazed out in the darkness, searching for the boat that he knew was pretty sure would be there. Sure enough, on the opposite side of the beach, the boat floated in the faint torchlight. "Hey!" Scott called out to the bag of bones at the boat's helm, walking forward. "So do we actually get to do anything when we get across this time?" If the only thing that sailing across the lake was going to gain them was the loss of three more people, he wanted to know about it beforehand - because he wouldn't be around to know about it otherwise.

[idolism]

_{[from here]}

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.