Chapter 1...
Despite the out of the way location, and original entrance, the hall is the last thing you'd expect to find there. The chamber is massive, built for one purpose, and used ever so recently for it, although with not so good endings. Above and around the entrance, a safe-house had been constructed to look like a mansion. Its owner, was the female raven-haired tour guide.
Take a left past the holes in the floor, and you'd catch them just as they were entering the great chamber. All the rocks were as they had fallen after the last great fight in this room, pieces of the stonework still missing where Cronos's sword had blown a chunk apart.
"And this is the great chamber, where the Blood God was resurrected. If you listen, its said you can still hear the telepathic screams of his host, Eric Dravin." There is a moment of silence as the people listen, and then the dark-haired guide continues. "Now we'd just like to do a reconstruction of what we believe happened to call the Blood God... Unfortunately, we have no Halfbreed, so we can't test the theory out for ourselves, but we will be using blood to represent... Please, don't be alarmed. Now if you'll all just spread out on those markers, one on each... that's right..." Above their heads, there is a faint rumbling noise, of stone-on-stone.
"Don't worry, that's just the stone maiden moving across the floor... That's the device used to hold and harvest the Halfbreed's blood when he was captive here. It is primarily made of stone, with a special locking mechanism to make sure one couldn't simply use brute force to escape. Much like the Iron Maiden, it has spikes carefully placed to pierce certain parts of the body. We'll be heading up to see that next. Now, just as the twelve Purebloods stood on those stones under your very feet, we believe Dravin to have stood here..." She jumps across the chasm to the center 'stage'. The blood starts to drip from the ceiling, as it did when the blood God was first raised. "That's brilliant. We don't think this took long... In fact, there should be a drop of blood falling from the center soon, and it is this final thing that we have learned, summoned the spirits out of the 12, and called the Blood God forth."
She looks up, with a smile, as the drop of blood lands on her forehead, running down the left side of her face. Each Vampire stood on a pedestal has blood all over their forehead. Some are licking it off their fingers lazily, in no real hurry.
The female vampire in the center suddenly gasps for breath, unable to breathe, before falling to her knees. Where she stood, is Eric Dravin, still possessed with the powers of the Blood God, although the blood that marked him as such from Cronos, is gone, and a singular trickle remains, on the opposite side, identical to the one the Tour Guide has.
"I think she forgot to mention that you were bringing me back. Good work boys." He grins infuriatingly, as some of them cry out against it. He holds out his arms, as if taking the spirits again, and the vampires on the pedestals turns to dust and flow into him.
As he steps out of the last of the body, the female vampire moves. He stops and looks at her for a moment, before hauling her up to stand in front of him.
"Pureblood..." He snarls, about to hurl her away from him when he noticed the blood down her forehead, and feels his own to confirm the match. "You did this?" He whispers, almost unable to believe.
"Yes..." Her reply is equally as quiet. They are the only two in the building, including the safe house above. The rest of her staff had been permitted to leave as soon as the ceremony was underway. None of them wanted to die, or even risk facing the wrath of the Blood God Incarnate. "I... We need you Eric Dravin... He..."
"Whose blood is this?" He muttered, interrupting and running a finger down that on her forehead, setting her on the floor in front of him.
"Its old blood.. But whose?"
He raises his finger to his lips and licks it off slowly, smearing some across his lips in the process, changing their color from almost-white to a deep red. When she speaks, her eyes stay on his lips, watching intently.
"It is the blood of Vlad, The First... and mine..."
"Why would you put some of yours in here to taint the mix?"
"No, Dravin!" Her eyes snap up to meet his gaze, almost defiant. "There wasn't enough left of Vlad's to bring you back. I had to... substitute for the next oldest I could find. Cronos has been very busy in your absence."
"Cronos!"
"Your people need you Dravin.."
