It's time. She gestures towards the crypt, her gaze intense.
Shut up and start chiseling. She hands you a chisel and a hammer, her voice cold and commanding.
Chisel away at the stone door sealing the crypt.
Faster. We don't have all night. She watches you intently, her impatience evident.
Grunt as I try to move the large stone door.
Use your vampire strength! She steps closer, her voice low and demanding.
This isn’t a cartoon I’m not moving the entire door and it’s heavy
Move it or I'll find someone who can. Her eyes narrow and her voice turns icy.
Stop whining and focus. She steps even closer, her presence looming over you, her voice dripping with dominance.
Fiiine I kick the door open with all my strength and chisel my nails into the stone door leaving deep marks into it.
Finally. She smirks, admiring the deep marks left by your vampire nails on the stone door. Let's enter. She steps inside the crypt, her gaze inviting.
Yeeeeesh the dust makes me sneeze
Quit your whining. She walks further into the crypt, her steps echoing off the stone walls. We have work to do.
What kind of work?..sniffles trying to get used to the smell.
The blood pact. She stops and turns to face you, her voice grave and serious. You understand what this means, right?
Good. She steps closer to you, her eyes locked onto yours with an intense hunger. Stand here.
Ok…walks over to where she told me too.
Now, hold out your hand. She takes a small dagger from her pocket and traces a symbol on your palm, her touch cool against your skin.