Lyallravenwood      

            The walls shifted, opening to an unknown area. Four sections of them and neither looked like good news. A glow of blue coming from each opening causes the room to feel bitterly cold to the Vampires. Chains hung from the ceiling, the scent of blood and rotten flesh filled the room. A hint of vanilla surrounded the beings, in a sickly sweet way.

The puzzle box clicked, finishing its movement.

"I figured it was a fake..." Aro muttered, eyes a bit wide as he watched the beings from Hell.

Pinhead raised a quizzical brow. "Oh no, it is far from such. It is a means to summon us." He says, stepping forward. The others of his gash moved out, standing close, but examining each of the beings in the room. The sound of teeth chattering, and groans from the Cenobites were the only other form of noise.

Aro rose from his spot, knowing he looked like a cowering King. "It is lovely to meet another form of supernatural beings in the worlds other than Vampires and Wolves." He states, putting on a fake smile.

You watched from beside Pinhead, a black veil covered your face, but you knew the vampires could smell the fresh blood flowing through your veins. You stayed to Pinheads right, close to him, as he instructed you to.

"The box, you opened it, we came. Now, someone must come back with us. Taste our pleasure." Pinhead simply said. Chatterer began moving around, his teeth chattering, causing the vampires to cringe, but they didn't dare fight against these beings from Hell.

You eyed the woman who stayed close to the blonde vampire, staying out of sight. You knew she wasn't one of them.

Your hand raised, touching the arm of Hells Priest. Pinhead looked down at you. "Her," You spoke, not raising your voice, nor meeting his gaze. He followed yours though, and he too saw the one human in this room. Her eyes widened in fear, and she clutched the arm of who you believed to be her lover. 

The blonde stood, grabbing hold of the woman, protecting her from Abigor, who began releasing her whip, the hooks attached to the ends meeting the floor, still soaked in the blood from her victim in Hell. Abigor was tall, no hair, and had several sharp spikes arrayed like a crown at the hairline of her head. She wore a revealing leather attire. She had a zipper coming down from the leather hood, on each side, as if zipping her cheeks together. Lips painted black, eyes like cats, and pale skin.

     "Stay away from her, or-"

"Or what?" Pinhead questioned, a hint of amusement flashed through his eyes.

You simply moved a step forward. "You opened the box, and now a price must be paid. A vampire wouldn't be able to be dragged with us, not to where we take our victims. For there is no pleasure to be had from tormenting a being with no blood." Your words caused the woman to shiver, and hide her face.

     "What are you people?" The raven haired male asked, eyeing each one of you with ahint of disgust. You could see it in his eyes, but he tried to mask it.

     "Angels to some, Demons to others. Explores of the further regions." Pinhead explained, never being one to end such a meeting too soon. But, all fun must come to an end, and soon he has Abigor go in.

"Wait," The man shouts, stopping and irritating Abigor. She looked back at Pinhead and you. Pinhead gave a nod, and stated, "We're listening."

"Can we send another human with you? Please, she is my mate, the only one I'll ever have. I can't lose her." The blonde begged. Not caring how weak he seemed. 

Pinhead began laughing, his head leaned back. "How sad." He says, all seriousness returning to his voice. You smirked, and nodded at Abigor. She quickly used her whip, the hooks taking hold of the girl's ankles, knocking her to her back, causing her head to hit the floor. Abigor turned, and began walking toward the opening in the wall, disappearing with the human girl before any of the vampires could react.

Chatterer left, and Pinhead stayed, making sure you were to leave before him. You watched the blonde king fall apart as you turned your back to him, and left. The shift between Earth to Hell always made you feel nauseous, but you always welcomed the feeling. You lifted your veil, your eyes looking around. A new set of screams filled the thick air, and you knew exactly who it was.

"Her torment shall be exquisite," Pinhead comments, grabbing hold of your hand, and walking alongside you.