Encre looked at the redheaded vampirehuntress standing in front of him. He smiled, he then began to laugh. Tears began pouring out of his eyes sockets. Eterna watched in shock, "Hey buddy? You ok?" She leaned down and helped him up. Encre didn't speak, he just began crying, hoping that she would just take him home. And that she did, she lead him to Lofy's office and left him there for Lofy to fix him up. Lofy gave Encre a patient smile.
      "Encre?" The skeleton looked up at the yellow lizard, "Can you tell me what happened now?" He slowly nodded and began explaining the entire story, starting from the time he was attacked by a vampire to right then. Lofy listened, pitying the poor painter. A few days past after Encre was found when he began seeing the angry face of Fallacy in his dreams. He woke up every morning, tired and terrified. He spoke to Simon, the scientist, who simply passed it off as post-traumatic-stress disorder. Many people accepted that and began pitying Encre more and more to a point were he couldn't stand their glands anymore.
        He locked himself in his home, only leaving to get himself food. People began noticing that he wasn't painting anymore as well. One day, while Encre was sitting on his bed, arms wrapped around his legs, a knock was heard. Encre didn't move at first, but the person knocking continued, over and over until Encre decided to finally open the door. He did so and glared at the person who had knocked, "What do you want?!" The painter had changed a lot within the few days. And even though Encre's tone was harsh and unforgiving the child standing at the door was unfazed.
         He looked at him, before grabbing his hand and pulling him, "Kid?! What are you doing!" The boy didn't answer, he just pulled Encre to the forest and didn't even look back at him. Eventually, after struggling against the child's grip, Encre gave up thinking, How strong is this kid?! After walking for what seemed to Encre as forever, they reached a familiar building. As soon as he saw the castle he began struggling once again. He had thought he had freed himself of this place. But he was wrong. Dead wrong.

(I hope this makes up for the short chapter!)
                                     (~Sketch)