Late Sunday Night...
Jon slid the Bloodstone Ring from his finger and laid it on a table. He wouldn't be needing it where he was going, and he didn't want the family tracking him down. It would put them all in more danger than they already were and threaten to spoil the plan that he was about to set in motion.
He drew the blade across the palm of his hand, just as he'd been instructed, blood welling up from the wound, dark and crimson. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of withdrawal, and even though several weeks had passed since he'd recovered, he was still fighting the craving for vampire blood. Once an addict, always an addict. Like with cocaine or any other addiction, it would get easier with time, but there was no cure.
He recited the words he'd been given from memory, like lines from a script, only this was no play. This was all too real and all too dangerous.
There was only one thing left to do and that was to disappear. To go into hiding, until the time came when the vampire was found and destroyed, freeing him from her curse and allowing him to live his life again.
Jon pulled one of the copper coins from his pocket that was stamped with the Granger Guild emblem, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and gather his courage. "Here goes nothing," he said, breaking the coin in two and disappearing, as if into thin air.
((Author's Note: Though from this post it would seem Jon is disappearing, it will appear to the public and to family and friends that he is going about his business as usual, and that nothing is amiss. Just thought I'd clarify that. Thanks!))
Jon slid the Bloodstone Ring from his finger and laid it on a table. He wouldn't be needing it where he was going, and he didn't want the family tracking him down. It would put them all in more danger than they already were and threaten to spoil the plan that he was about to set in motion.
He drew the blade across the palm of his hand, just as he'd been instructed, blood welling up from the wound, dark and crimson. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of withdrawal, and even though several weeks had passed since he'd recovered, he was still fighting the craving for vampire blood. Once an addict, always an addict. Like with cocaine or any other addiction, it would get easier with time, but there was no cure.
He recited the words he'd been given from memory, like lines from a script, only this was no play. This was all too real and all too dangerous.
There was only one thing left to do and that was to disappear. To go into hiding, until the time came when the vampire was found and destroyed, freeing him from her curse and allowing him to live his life again.
Jon pulled one of the copper coins from his pocket that was stamped with the Granger Guild emblem, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and gather his courage. "Here goes nothing," he said, breaking the coin in two and disappearing, as if into thin air.
((Author's Note: Though from this post it would seem Jon is disappearing, it will appear to the public and to family and friends that he is going about his business as usual, and that nothing is amiss. Just thought I'd clarify that. Thanks!))