Karma (Peter, Amaris, Katia)
Deep in the basement of the Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital, there was a ward that wasn't used. It had once been home to a long line of rooms with electro-therapy beds, used to treat the more dangerous patients of their ailments. Peter hadn't wanted to house any of the hospital's denizens in that ward. It just didn't feel right. It was like the air was ionised with evil. He couldn't even stand to bring Lavannah down there to exorcise the place like she had with the rest of the wards. No, whatever it was that lurked in that ward was going to stay there.
And now it had company.
Peter was the only one with the code to get past the three doors you needed to pass to even get into the place. And when Razvan dutifully delivered the unconscious Amaris to his hospital, Peter was quick to steal her away downstairs with the help of Katia. Katia was someone Peter could trust implicitly. More importantly, she was a vampire and she could touch Amaris without the demon taking her soul and healing herself.
Peter watched with cold eyes as Katia set up everything. Amaris was placed on a simple bed in a simple room. She was changed into hospital attire and then attached to a machine to keep her fed because Peter didn't want starving her on his conscience. The rest, he would consider karma. Katia did nothing to remove the five bullets from Amaris' body. They stayed where they were, lodged in her chest and her head. And she lay there in the dark, behind four doors including her own, with no hope for escape. She would lay there until the end of days. And she didn't even know.
And now it had company.
Peter was the only one with the code to get past the three doors you needed to pass to even get into the place. And when Razvan dutifully delivered the unconscious Amaris to his hospital, Peter was quick to steal her away downstairs with the help of Katia. Katia was someone Peter could trust implicitly. More importantly, she was a vampire and she could touch Amaris without the demon taking her soul and healing herself.
Peter watched with cold eyes as Katia set up everything. Amaris was placed on a simple bed in a simple room. She was changed into hospital attire and then attached to a machine to keep her fed because Peter didn't want starving her on his conscience. The rest, he would consider karma. Katia did nothing to remove the five bullets from Amaris' body. They stayed where they were, lodged in her chest and her head. And she lay there in the dark, behind four doors including her own, with no hope for escape. She would lay there until the end of days. And she didn't even know.