"Excuse me?" Froza stared.
Xaria too. "Oh, that fucking geezer…" She sighed, face palming herself.
Both watched at the boy slowly grew fangs, and his eyes grew darker- redder.
He was-
Indeed-
Turning into a vampire….
"No," Froza got in the sun. "You can't. The moment you do, the transformation would be complete."
He wasn't a vampire… just yet.
Xaria also moved closer to the sun- staring him down. "Do you want to become a vampire?"
There was hardly anything around other than penguins in the distance.
No trees, no animals, not much at all.
"I-" The boy, Al staggered.
He staggered in his steps.
What did he want?
What could he want at this stage?
The carriage remained stagnant as did the air.
Desert brimming with light, with suffering, with heat.
There was a breeze, life was moving. The world was moving.