[ Xenk looks up at Kirk, a mix of wonder and fear in his eyes. This kind of thing never happened. No one showed up to rescue Xenk -- had they have tried, they would have been killed. There's no question.
Being told he'll be the strongest, scariest vampire gives him some hope, though it's not worth much now, in the face of that suddenly large, looming door. ]
I can't leave you behind. [ Xenk shakes his head. ] I... if I am to become strong, then I'm supposed to take care of you.
[ Maybe that's what Xenk had forgotten, when he was "caring" for his other, failed thralls. He'd forgotten to be strong, simply assumed he already was. He'd forgotten his fear.
He won't be forgetting it now. The door opens, a dark figure emerging from within it. A shaved head with dark markings and skin more gray than pale, Szass Tam emerges from his room, eyes dark yet gold, watching with expressionless disdain. He wears gold and black, draping robes that are more in style with what was worn hundreds of years ago. His voice is deep and icy, his gaze falling on Jim and Xenk as he speaks. ]
I see you've disobeyed my orders, Xenk. You should know better, but I am kind. I will remind you why my rules are in place.
[ With a hand, he draws Kirk forward. Whether it's a compulsion or some manner of telekinesis, Kirk will soon find himself in the monster's grasp, held up by his neck, his feet off the ground. ]
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Being told he'll be the strongest, scariest vampire gives him some hope, though it's not worth much now, in the face of that suddenly large, looming door. ]
I can't leave you behind. [ Xenk shakes his head. ] I... if I am to become strong, then I'm supposed to take care of you.
[ Maybe that's what Xenk had forgotten, when he was "caring" for his other, failed thralls. He'd forgotten to be strong, simply assumed he already was. He'd forgotten his fear.
He won't be forgetting it now. The door opens, a dark figure emerging from within it. A shaved head with dark markings and skin more gray than pale, Szass Tam emerges from his room, eyes dark yet gold, watching with expressionless disdain. He wears gold and black, draping robes that are more in style with what was worn hundreds of years ago. His voice is deep and icy, his gaze falling on Jim and Xenk as he speaks. ]
I see you've disobeyed my orders, Xenk. You should know better, but I am kind. I will remind you why my rules are in place.
[ With a hand, he draws Kirk forward. Whether it's a compulsion or some manner of telekinesis, Kirk will soon find himself in the monster's grasp, held up by his neck, his feet off the ground. ]