Chapter 74 The Change in the Air* (2/2)

”Rassa? What's that noise?”

Rassa looked at the groove, it seemed sufficient. Standing, Rassa lifted a leg, and crashed his foot down on one side of the groove. The broken metal scraped one side of his foot and cut into his knee, but Rassa barely flinched, taking the piece of metal he'd broken off and ripping it's other end from the tiny frame. The sound of scraping metal echoed through the halls, but Rassa did nothing to stop it. It wouldn't change what was coming.

”Rassa! Are you okay?”

Concern. Rassa almost scoffed. He'd bet money to ask if she was actually concerned about him, or just concerned what she was going to report.

As Rassa used his strength to shape the metal into a very crude looking sword that he wasn't actually sure would do much damage, he heard it. The clinking of chains.

He growled low and deep, and heard it as Seri shook with its impact.

”R-Rassa? What's wrong?”

She probably knew better than he did, but it was too late to ask questions now, he'd find out soon.

Rassa looked around the cell, where would be best for him to stand? Where so that they could not corner him?

The answer seemed all too obvious. In front of the door. They wouldn't even dare to come in if he was standing by the door...right?

The tension and nerves in his body were making him question his logical thought.

When he saw the Guards coming, Zaroth in tow, Rassa took a deep breath and clenched his fist around the 'hilt' of the makeshift sword he'd created.

Zaroth seemed both intrigued and unimpressed by Rassa's show of defiance.

”I'm not making you another bed,” Zaroth stated, ”Be a good boy and cooperate, this will be so much better for you if you do”.

Rassa's eyes narrowed, ”I don't think this will go well for me any way I choose to proceed. But I'd rather fight that lie down and take it, have you not learned that yet?”

A man appeared beside Zaroth, a whip at his hip. He was dressed in the same attire as Aegin usually was, though was clearly older, and he had one malicious smile on his face.

”May I?”

Zaroth waved him forward. The man took the whip from his hip, then dropped the length of it, the guards backed away. The man drew back and cracked the whip through the anthrite bars, right at Rassa.

With a snap so quick that nobody saw it, Rassa caught the other end.

The man chuckled, ”Didn't think I'd get to test this so quickly”.

His hand moved ever so slightly to reveal the small, cloudy looking crystal attached to the end of the whip's handle. Rassa frowned when he saw it, then, a sudden realisation coursed through him. He tried to release the end of the whip, but even with his speed he was too late. The lightning from the crystal arched down along the inner links of the whip and straight into Rassa's body. He may have been a Vampire, but he wasn't impervious to a lightning strike. Rassa was thrown back across his cell and into the anthrite wall. He cringed as he hit it, then fell to the ground, gasping for breath as the lightning coursed through him.