The Meeting - Part 1

The Meeting
Part 1



The boat was colossal. The immortal had never seen a ship as big as this before. No wonder why the ticket he purchased was so expensive. Derek Gray, Leader of the Creperum, handed a small suitcase to a young man to take it to his room as he climbed up the steps towards the glamorous boat the Mortals called the Titanic. As he gazed at the lavish interior, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Let’s see how much chaos we can cause here..."

Derek jingled his room keys in his hand as he climbed the stairs. He knew that he wouldn't be using the room for very long but only the extremely wealthy Mortals could purchase the state room, so it must be good. Derek reached his quarters and unlocked the dark wooden door. Inside, the interior was just as luxurious as the rest of the boat; fine detailed furniture, a full sized bed and personal bath, there was even a second room for more space. It really was worth the two thousand five hundred he paid for. "Mortals...they really have outdone themselves this time."

He shut the door behind him and shook his head, letting go of his Mortal form and transforming into his Creperum form. His short brown hair growing three times its length to long purple locks, enough for him to tie it back in a low pony tail. He grabbed a hold of the free bottle of wine waiting for him on a table as he walked to the open balcony. The popped the cork off and watched as it flew down into the sea below.  

Taking a swig of the wine, he cringed and shivered – not from the wine – but from something he sensed. It was powerful and unfamiliar; a force of dark energy that he had never felt before. Derek looked around as if he could spot this mysterious being, but no one was in sight. With a frown and new curiosity, he placed the bottle on the table and walked out of his room, ready to look for whatever he sensed.

The first place Derek decided to search was the Lido deck. Everyone was piling there anyway so maybe whoever, or whatever, this was could be where majority of the crowd was. It was unfortunate, however, that he was stuck with the first class passengers; not allowed to freely walk among the second and third class passengers. He took a glass of wine from a waiter as he walked around the deck reserved for the select few, not really caring at all of the rich Mortals staring at his purple hair that he forgot to put away.

"Where are you?" He mumbled to himself as he took a sip of the wine.

It was a difficult to try to track this force. He only felt it once and after that he couldn't sense anything. All he could sense were all these Mortals around him and the occasional Muneris. "Perhaps it was my imagination."

The crowds of Mortals cheered and raced over to the edge of the boat as they were about to set sail. Women flapped their handkerchiefs in the air as they waved to any of the Mortals down below. With majority of the people huddling at the edge of the boat, the middle of the deck was practically empty. Derek looked around him, still wondering about whatever he felt as he finished off the last of his drink.

"Hmm, perhaps whatever I felt was down on the dock and not up on the boat. It would be reasonable, but still..." He moved the empty glass in circles and the empty glass began to refill itself with more wine as he talked to himself. Some of the cheers of the crowd were replaced by shocked laughter as the boat jerked to the side. Derek placed his foot out to balance himself as the boat began to depart from the port. "A bit of a rocky exit, but the boat is large..."

Derek tilted his head back as he chugged the glass of wine down as the horn of the boat sounded and vibrated through the whole ship, but his eyes burst open and he nearly choked on the wine. There it was again. That power. It crept up his spine and throughout his whole body as he sensed the powerful force. It was fainter than before but it was there. He felt it. He was so alarmed from mysterious power that his glass slipped from his fingers and it shattered on the wood floor. The only people who heard the sound were workers and a few Mortals that weren't gathered around the edge of the boat. The immortal whipped the wine off his lips with his sleeve and gazed around the boat, but there was still nothing he could see that might have created that force.

"What are you?" He muttered darkly as he moved away from the broken wine glass to search again.  

As Derek searched, it would take him quite a while to learn the truth of what he was looking for, for he wasn’t the only immortal on this ship. That power belonged to another immortal who, before the ship set sail, was executing his escape on a prison that held him hostage for decades.

“Zefru don metoffka!”

A spark crackled on the seal that had been keeping the door forever locked. The edges of the seal slowly burned until all that was left were ashes at the man’s feet. Dimitrix, Lord of Darkness, firmly gripped handle on the massive wooden door, giving it the slightest push. The ominous wind that flowed through the Nightmare Realm came to assist him, forcing the door wide open that made it slam on its hinges.

He stood at the edge of the doorway looking down into the abyss, his purple-highlighted hair and clothes whipping against his body as the wind pushed him as if forcing him out. Down below, he could imagine being on Earth once more. How it has been so long since he stepped foot on the world he used to call home.  

"It is time for zee world to remember zat fear nefer disappears," Dimitrix stated proudly, his German accent flowing thickly through his words. Looking down once more at the abyss, he jumped down and left the Nightmare Realm behind to return to the world he once stood in.
A dark portal opened up underneath his feet, allowing him to pass through to arrive on the Earth in an unusual location. Dimitrix stepped out of the portal and looked around at his new surroundings. There were brooms, buckets, and other tiny bottles filled with cleaning substances.  

"A supply closet? Not vere I expected to end up," He admitted with a frown, a bit anti-climatic for his taste but he went with it. Reaching for the door, he pulled it open and stepped into the hallway. The walls were panels of wood that were painted a white color. Very bland compared to the extensive detail that they’ve put to the top of the ship, of course, not that Dimitrix would know as of now. No one was in the hallway except for a man in uniform a little over to his right. He might as well as ask where he is. He can't do much if he was completely clueless as of what's been going on for the past hundred years.  

"Excuse me sir," Dimitrix asked as he came out of the doorway. Walking up to the man, he noticed that he was slightly taller, standing right besides the man being five foot eleven. "Vere am I?"

The man gave a puzzled look but he answered anyway saying, "You're on the G floor of the Titanic, now what are ye doing down here?"  

Dimitrix couldn't help but smile, he set a hand on the man's shoulders. "Danke."
His fingernails dug into the man’s skin, darkness painfully seeping into his blood stream as it began to contaminate him. The man tensed his muscles under the immortal’s grip. He tried to scream but Dimitrix used his other hand to keep him quiet.  

"Ssh, don't vant anyvone to hear us now," Dimitrix whispered just as the man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started to pass out. Shoving the man in the closet, Dimitrix helped himself to the man’s uniform. He straightened the jacket and brushed the wrinkles out of the pants. Dimitrix was sure that the man wouldn't mind if he wore his suit for a few hours.

"Alright, time to explore zis Titanic," he spoke to himself as he put on the cap. Making sure his appearance was good enough to wonder among the Mortals, he wandered up the stairs to the upper deck to begin this new exploration.

Using the employee stairs only to climb to one of the higher decks, Dimitrix found himself looking out of a small window in curiosity. He hadn’t noticed that this Titanic was a boat. He could barely feel the rocking underneath his feet as he climbed the stairs, but being on a boat gave new possibilities for fear that he so craved to spread to its riders. Dimitrix tipped the rim of his cap and grinned at the vast ocean awaiting. "Time to get to vork..."  

He held out his hand, letting tiny bits of his powers seep out and spreading it throughout the ship. In seconds, his powers covered all decks and all corners of this vast boat; beginning his work to produce as much fear into the passengers as possible.
"You sir!"

Dimitrix turned around and came to face a higher ranking worker, perhaps a captain, but he wasn’t sure. The worker walked up to him and pointed a thumb behind his back saying, "We need more workers down in the dining hall."

"Understood," Dimitrix nodded his head, playing along with his ship crew act, but he loathed the idea of a mere Mortal taking charge of him. He sneered at the man as he walked past him. His eyes flashed a bit and one of his loyal servants, a night shadow, broke off from Dimitrix’s own shadow. The creature swept across the wooden deck and streamed straight for the high ranking worker. It was as if the night shadow clawed at the worker’s shadow, making the man slip and fall flat on his back.

As Dimitrix walked away, a smile crept on his face as the worker couldn’t even comprehend what really happened. For all that Mortal knew, he was just a clumsy fool who tripped on flat ground.