(Hey y'all! This is now Part 2 of the Crimson Lock, where this mainly explains Lathlaeril's turning, how it affected him, etc. And I will do my best to try and specify why it's called what it is, aka, The Crimson Lock. I will put as a Note afterwards in case none of you got it and specify my intentions. As always, thank you all for the support, I've heard from many people how much they enjoy this. Though remember, if it ever gets too much, please do not read it. Again, thank you all and hope you enjoy!)
"My dear boy, Lath, we are so proud. We never knew the day would come." Of course, he was being highly over-dramatic with the last part. But, Lath didn't blame him, he himself thought the day would never come, /hoping/ it wouldn't come. Velethuil reached down, almost greedily in his own grasp, bringing it up to Lathlaeril's mouth, the edge of the cup almost connecting with Lath's bottom lip, "Drink."
Lath tilted his head back to connect the back of his head to the chair, trying to lean into it further in hopes to tilt it back, but alas, it was still bolted. His eyes squeezed shut once more, mumbling out a plead, "Grandfather.. please.. I-" And before he could finish, Velethuil had enough, going to forcefully tilt the cup down and let the crimson contents slide right into Lathlaeril's mouth. He hadn't expected the action seeing as he couldn't have seen it coming, swallowing automatically out of instinct. At first, it was like nothing happened, of course the iron taste of the blood made his face scrunch up in disgust, a gag being heard from under his breath.
Everyone was in silent after Lath had drank the blood, as if at the edges of their seats, waiting for something unusual to happen. It had. Rather abruptly, a flamed hot feeling shot through the poor Kathar's veins, making him gasp out and tense up. He tilted his head downwards, eyes widened as his teeth grit, taking in sharp but heavy breaths, trying to withstand the pain. Pain let alone for it made Lath want to pass out, not wanting to bare it. His back arched, throwing his head back against the seat rather than tilting it back, the only thing from truly restraining him from moving further were the binds, "M-Make it s-stop."
Velethuil didn't seem surprised nor concerned, if anything, it was as if normal to see such one to undergo the process, "You will live, and be fine within the next days to come. - Malruthiia, help me get the restraints off of him. Take Lath to his room for resting." While speaking this, Velethuil had already started on placing the cup down and undoing the restraints at Lath's wrists first, starting with the right.
Malruthiia quickly stood from her seat to jog over, her dark-green dress swaying to the sides, flowing swiftly but delicately with the woman's movements. Small 'clicks' being heard from the heels being heard against the cold stone when moving over. Her hands outstretched for Lath's left wrist, starting to undo those too. Unhooking the belt-like latch and unwrapping it from his wrist, while Velethuil used the same tactic, his legs being worked on next.
Not long after, Lath was free from restraints, but the pain by now only had gotten worse for his body. The flaming hot feeling in his veins seemed to increase, which made him curl in on himself when the restraints were off. He hunched over, heaving while wrapping his arms around himself. Even though this was the common symptoms, Malruthiia seemed worried, going to hook an arm under Lath's knees and one at his back to lift him up in her grasp! Without another word from her, she turned to take Lath out of the room and over to a cushioned couch nearby to set him down, "Keep here, let me get you something to help with that." And she rushed off for the kitchen!
Soon enough with the long wait, one of Lathlaeril's sisters had hurried into the room, it being Selussa, "Lath! You did so good, brother!" She spoke out, going to hug onto him, not realizing how much pain he was in, "This is a new aura for you! Finally, you will feel the true power like Grandfather and Father feel! You will be so strong, just have to take one step at a time.. it's almost like a lock you have to find the key to, but you'll do great, I know you will."
Lathlaeril considerably didn't mind, but what Selussa said made him go into thought. What did she mean? A lock? Perhaps it was some reference.. or maybe it meant more. Whatever it was, the day couldn't get any better. Hopefully what Selussa meant would do some good for him.
(Note: Hello everyone! I will continue making this series, of course. Though I wish to apologize first if my writing isn't the best. I am tired, didn't sleep so great the night before and I couldn't think great with this. Either way, hope you enjoyed. I'm also going to explain real quick with how it's labeled as it is if you didn't get it through what Selussa said. With Vampirism, Selussa and other relatives treat out the beginning of Lath's turning like a key and a lock. His Vampirism is locked away inside of himself and he has to go through steps to find certain 'keys' in order to unlock the Vampirism and embrace the true power. I hope that makes sense!)
