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So, Imagine Just Imagine....🙌🏾

End of Casltevania. Isaac just got done defeating crazy ass Carmilla, and then he goes talks to Hector, they settle things, and then comes his famous line, "I'm going to live..." we get the little grin, he's happy we happy and, cut! But wait. What happens after that? What does I'm going to live Isaac look like? Well I'll tell you. His journey is not over. Nor is his wonderful character development. New villain's, new challenge, new lessons! So the story would open waaaaaaaay in the future, in the year 3079.

Despite her trembling hands from the forceful impact with a glass container, Tangie entered the coordinates for a random dimension as Malik battled against Amina’s vampire soldiers. From his pistol, he fired a shot; plasma seared the vacuum. With swift, powerful strides, Imran moved forward. He dodged the shots with impossible grace. Malik reached Tangie as Imran knocked him to the ground. Boot pressed down on his chest, causing a grunt of pain to emerge from the man. 

“Got ya, Kitty Kitty.”

Malik gritted his teeth. He recited words and cast a glance in Tangie’s direction. The stone on the necklace he’d given her grew in light. The surrounding space inside the ship dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and swirling energy. Amina screeched in fury as the dimensional gate opened. Tangie stretched out her hand for Malik as she pulled into the vortex, leaving behind the shattered remains of the lab and Amina’s terrifying hunters closing in. 

Amina rushed, stooping with strength and speed to grab Malik from under Imran’s foothold. Hand around his throat, she rammed him into the nearest wall, creating a heavy cracking in the foundation. Her claws ripped through his shirt and crashed through his flesh. Malik cried out as blood sprang from his mouth and ran down his neck to soak his collar.

“Amina,” he gasped, his voice raspy and faint. “Get on with it. Kill me already.” 

“But death is too good for you,” she hissed, pushing her claws deeper. 

Malik’s hand pulled at her sleeve, to no avail as a whimper escaped him. “What then?” He said, his voice unwavering. 

“What would be good for you?”

She moved closer, her breath ghosting across his face. He flinched, but didn’t pull away. Amina smiled, a cruel, predatory smile. Her fangs lengthened. 

“You are a betrayer Malik. A Liar. You led me to believe there was some hope in your kind. Perhaps it comes with your humanity, such weakness. So, I will offer you something.” 

Malik’s face showed a flicker of fear. Genuine fear. He struggled, eyes wide with horror, but too late. Amina’s grip was firm. She seized his head and plunged her fangs into his neck. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the ship. 

With a shift in his bones, tightening skin, and sharpened vision, the world exploded into a frenzy of new sensations. The heat of Amina’s touch, the scent of her power, this new overwhelming thirst. 

The transformation was a slow torment, drowned out by the control. Until finally over. Malik collapsed, gasping, his eyes now glowing with the same ruby light as hers. Amina knelt beside him, her hand caressing his cheek. Malik flinched away, disgust warring with the nascent hunger that now clawed at him. 

“What do you think you’ve accomplished?” Malik shuttered.

His once warm sun kissed complexion had left, replaced by a colder working flesh that paled to the former. New fangs, still unfamiliar.

“A vampire. Really Amina. Now I can’t die. So, all you’ve done is make me immortal. How does this help you?”

Malik looked at her. His gaze filled with a mixture of hatred, despair, and something that made Amina’s lips curl into a triumphant smile. He was now bound to her. Not just by blood. Soon it would be devotion. 

Her fangs were still coated with his metallic tang and kissed a place on his forehead. 

“No. You cannot die,” she hummed. “Least by regular standards, anyway.”

Malik’s eyes narrowed and Amina’s smile only grew more haunting. 

“You can experience pain, however. And so you will. Oh, you will, until you give me what I want. Your lovely little wife is on borrowed time, I’m afraid. Depends how much you plan to endure to keep her hidden. I’m confident that it won’t be long before you lead us right to her. That I can promise you, Malik.” 

Tangie materialized in a blanket of endless twilight, as she floated adrift currents of space and time.

“Malik! Tell me what the hell is going on. Why are they after us? Who are they? What do they want?” 

“No us. Me.” 

“Why? tell me. What’s happening?” 

The air sang with an unfamiliar energy. She was alive, but stranded in a dimension she knew nothing about. 

“I’m sorry Tange. Just know, no matter what you may discover. I love you. Wanted that life we always talked about. I wanted him.” 

The last of their conversation faded from her mind. The last words he’d said. Once they were silenced, fear replaced them. Then the rain. That was at least familiar. What hadn’t been were the eyes! Red glowing eyes as if the gates of the underworld had blown open! So many. They came closer and closer, filling the wet darkness. Creatures drown by the energy surge of her arrival.

With a push of her large frames, Tangie embraced the fear that swallowed her. She couldn’t move. Not even enough to give herself a fighting chance of escape. But escape to where? Instead, she screamed, threatened, and finally pleaded for her life. Her cries didn’t stop the eyes from watching. Coming and never ceasing. Pretty soon her own had shut, and her worries turned off. 

Somewhere nearby the rain hammered against the ancient stone, a relentless drumming that echoed the recent battles. Inside, Isaac stood by a vast arched window, his silhouette stark against the gray sky. He traced the cool glass with a calloused finger, the gesture oddly gentle against the backdrop of his brutal victory. 

The castle. A prize claimed only three months before. Memory still clung to the air like the damp chill seeping from the stone walls. He took a deep breath, the scent of ozone and dust mingling with the faint, musty order of old tapestries. This imposing fortress, sprawling lands, the power held within these walls, all his. 

The rain intensified, turning stained glass windows into blurry abstract art. Isaac crossed the bed chamber, his boots echoing on the flagstones. The room held what remained of Carmilla’s life. A stark reflection of her fragmented reign. 

A shift. The rain seemed to abate. A silver moon peeked through the clouds, casting a pale, ethereal light on the scene. Isaac closed his eyes, letting the silence of the castle settle around him. The rain continued to fall, a steady melancholic rhythm.

Perhaps, he thought, genuine victory wasn’t about taking the castle, but about building a future.

“Isaac.”

When he heard his name through the padding, he waited. Then came a short sigh as he raised his head. 

“Yes.”

“He has returned from the border.”

“Has he?” 

“Not alone,” Fly Eyes added.

The Forge Master averted his gaze. Abel stood before him, wings spread out on each side like those of a bat, ready to take flight. In its arms, it carried the unconscious Tangie. Blushing red stripes decorated places on her blouse, indicating the severity of hidden wounds. 

Isaac lifted one of his eyebrows. 

“A human.”

“Yessss.” 

“How strange. The amulet on the necklace. It appears to hold a very peculiar glow. Magic perhaps?”

“Can we eat her?” Asked Fly Eyes.

Isaac grinned and shook his head. 

“No. This one is not for eating. Nor will she be used for forgings. She is still alive. Her chest. It rises and falls. Whatever her journey, it has tired her.”

“Ahhhh. So what is to become of this human then?” 

“That has yet to be determined. Come Abel. See to it that the woman is made comfortable in my quarters and brought a fresh change of clothes. I shall have questions when she awakens.” 

He cast one more glance at the amulet. 

The war was over, thought Isaac, but the real battle had just begun.

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She is so beautiful

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Sunseeking

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like…they get me

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Black Panthers (Agnès Varda, 1968)