The vampires forced Rebecca and Marshal to their knees in front of the altar. The man with the knife held the blade to Rebecca's throat. "Don't struggle," he said. "Or we'll kill you both." Rebecca closed her eyes, her body trembling. "I'm sorry, Marshal," she whispered. "Don't worry about me," he said, his voice full of determination. "We'll find a way out of this." The vampires began to chant in a language that both Rebecca and Marshal didn't understand. Suddenly, the room was filled with a strange, eerie light. As the light grew brighter, the room began to spin. Rebecca felt dizzy and disoriented. She felt like she was being pulled in different directions, like she was being stretched thin. And then, everything went black. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the floor of the room, but it was different. The walls were no longer covered in strange patterns, and the altar was gone. She sat up, her head spinning. "Marshal?" she called out, but there was no answer. She was alone. Rebecca stood up, looking around the room. She was in a small, empty cell with a barred door. She pressed her face against the bars, peering into the hallway beyond. It was dark and silent, and she couldn't see anything. She felt a wave of panic rising within her. Where was she? Where was Marshal? Has the vampires done something to him? "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing down the hallway. But there was no response. Rebecca sank to the floor, feeling like she was going to be sick. What was going to happen to her?.
As the minutes passed, Rebecca's fear began to grow. She wondered if she would ever see Marshal again, or if she would ever escape from this place. Suddenly, she heard a sound. It was faint, but it was there. A low, rumbling growl. She turned towards the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, out of the darkness, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared. Rebecca gasped as a massive werewolf stepped into the light. But as it moved closer, she realized something. She recognized those eyes. It was Marshal.
Before she could say anything, the werewolf lunged at her, pinning her to the ground. She struggled, but it was no use. The werewolf's eyes were still glowing, but they were no longer red. They were blue, just like Marshal's eyes. "Marshal," she said, her voice trembling. "Is that you?" The werewolf let out a low, rumbling growl, but its body relaxed. Rebecca reached out, her hand trembling, and placed it on the werewolf's head. As soon as she did this, the werewolf began to change.
Slowly, the werewolf's fur receded, revealing Marshal's body underneath. He was back to his human form, but he was still unconscious. "Marshal," Rebecca said, gently shaking him. "Wake up." Marshal's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Rebecca, a look of confusion on his face. "What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Rebecca explained everything that had happened, from the moment they were captured by the vampires. When she finished, Marshal sat up, his head spinning.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said, his voice full of disbelief. "We need to find a way out of here." Rebecca nodded. "But how?" she asked. "I don't know if we can get past the vampires. They're too strong." Marshal thought for a moment. "Maybe we can find another way out," he said. "There must be a way out of this place." He stood up, helping Rebecca to her feet. They looked around the cell, searching for any way to escape. And then, they saw it. In the corner of the cell, there was a small, metal grate in the floor. It was covered with dust and cobwebs, but it looked like it might lead somewhere. "Do you think it goes anywhere?" Rebecca asked. Marshal shrugged. "There's only one way to find out." He got down on his hands and knees, pulling at the grate. It was wedged in place, but he pulled and tugged until it finally gave way. A gust of cold, damp air rushed out of the hole, and Rebecca shivered. "What do you think?" Marshal asked. Rebecca took a deep breath".
"We have to go through," she said. "It's our only chance." Marshall nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's go." He held out his hand, and Rebecca took it. They lowered themselves into the hole, dropping down into the darkness below. The tunnel was narrow and cramped, and they had to crawl on their hands and knees. The air was dank and musty, and it smelled of mold and damp earth. But they kept going, hoping that they would find a way out. After what felt like an eternity, they came to a fork in the tunnel. They stopped, unsure of which way to go. "Left or right?" Marshall asked, turning to look at Rebecca. "I don't know," she said. "But I think we should take right".
"Alright, Right it is", Marshall said. They began crawling down the right-hand tunnel, feeling their way through the darkness. They were getting tired, and their clothes were covered in dirt and grime. But they kept going, determined to find a way out. After what felt like hours, they saw a glimmer of light up ahead. "Do you see that?" Rebecca asked, pointing. "I do," Marshall said. "Maybe it's a way out." They crawled faster, their hope growing with each step. And then, they reached the end of the tunnel. There, before them, was a ladder leading up to a trapdoor. Marshall reached out and pulled on the trapdoor, but it was locked. "We're trapped," he said, his voice tinged with panic. "No, we're not," Rebecca said. "There has to be a way to open it." She looked around, searching for anything that could help them. And then, she saw it. On the wall next to the trapdoor, there was a small lever. She pulled it, and the trapdoor swung open.
They both breathed a sigh of relief, then climbed the ladder. When they reached the top, they saw that they were in a small, musty room. There was a door on the other side, and they could hear voices coming from the other side. "Let's get out of here," Marshall said. They both crossed the room. But as Marshall and Rebecca looked around, they realized something. The room they were in looked exactly like the one they had just escaped from. It was filled with the same dirt and grime, and the same old, musty smell. And worst of all, the door they had just come through had disappeared. They were back where they had started. "This can't be happening," Marshall said, his voice trembling. "But it is," Rebecca said, her voice equally shaky. "We're stuck."
"There has to be a way out," Marshall said, his eyes scanning the room for any possible exit. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find anything. The only way out was the door they had come through, and it was gone. Rebecca sat down on the ground, her head in her hands. "We're never getting out of here," she said, her voice filled with despair. Marshall sat down next to her, his mind racing. "We can't give up," he said. "We have to keep trying."
And then, just as they were still discussing, they heard footsteps in the tunnel. "What was that?" Rebecca whispered. "I don't know," Marshall said, his voice trembling. And then, the door to the room swung open, and a group of vampires walked in. The vampires had a look of triumph on their faces, and they were carrying something in their hands. "What is that?" Rebecca asked, her eyes wide with fear. "It's a potion," one of the vampires said. "It will make you sleep for a very long time."