Revisiting the Demons (Tag:Meg, Thrax)

Victor took in a small breath to try and calm himself as Meg put the book down in front of him. He gave her a weak smile.
"Thank you, Meg. That means a lot to me."
With a slight hesitation, Victor reached out and opened the book at random. A light and cold air seemed to faintly stir around the room, almost as if soft wings had passed by. He let his eyes run over the writing in the book. He softly spoke the words out loud, but not in any language known to man, yet it was known to all living things.

But Victor didn't look up at Meg. In fact, his eyes seemed to be fixed on the writing in the book. Suddenly, a burst of cold air rushed around the room, yet the pages in the book remained dead still, as did Victor's hair and clothes. His eyes were starting to glow white as the pupil disappeared. All the while, he remained completely still and calm. Slowly, other presences began to appear in the room, ghosts and specters set up a terrible wailing and crying, as if they still felt the pain of living. Objects began to float from their places before falling to the ground only to float again. But worse than this was the change in the energy of the room. A vase of withered flowers sitting on the table suddenly came into full bloom before dying and reblooming over and over. Living things in the room were also affected as waves of horrible fatigue washed over them, almost forcing them into a deep and possibly final sleep. But this fatigue was quickly replaced with a burst of energy, almost as if the things had been reborn again. through it all, Victor only looked down at the pages of the book of death.

Deep within his trace, Victor barely registered the touch, but slowly, very slowly, he managed to pull away from the text of the book, the power that radiated from the writing. With a tremendous effort, he managed to move his hand beneath the book cover and slammed the book shut. All at once, the ghosts, the wind, the shifts in the living and dead energy stopped. Victor gave a blink and his eyes were back to normal. He looked around in mild confusion before seeing Meg on the floor. With a sharp intake of breath, he quickly rose from his seat and went to her side, putting his arms around her and helping her to rise.
"I'm sorry Meg. I had no idea what would happen if I read the book." He steered her back towards her bed, not sure if she had the energy to sit up in a chair.

Victor set Meg down on the bed and looked her over to make sure his strange surge of power hadn't left any lasting affects on her.
"Maybe..........I didn't get a chance to read much, but what I did gather is that there may be a way for me to.............to find my father. To speak with him."
Victor was just finishing looking over Meg's arm in its cast when he looked up into her eyes.

Victor had just been about to answer Meg's question when he realized she was right. She had touched his bear skin, had been in direct contact with him, and yet she was perfectly fine. Why was that? Every other time he had touched a living thing, he had either severely weakened it or killed it. But not this time. Victor looked down at his hands for a moment.
"I don't know how you were able to touch me. Maybe....maybe I'm starting to gain control of my powers after all."
With that, Victor closed his eyes and invisioned his hands as skeletal. When he reopened them, they were nothing but bone. With another focus, his hands were those of a young child. Victor gave a sort of strangled laugh. However, he lost his focus and his hands went back to being human and adult. He flexed them before looking at Meg.
"I'm starting to get control over my forms, maybe even my powers....but not enough control."

Victor gave a nod before going silent and thinking over what he had just seen in the book.
"The book said that if I am to meet my father, I must be present when life is ending. Something must die, but not just that. It must be a soul that is ready to move on, something that doesn't wish to linger in this world. I must hold onto the soul, keep it tethered to the world of the living."
Victor hesitated on the last part of what he had to do to finally meet his father.
"And I must make a blood sacrifice.....of my own blood."
Victor said this last part quietly, not sure how Meg might react to this.