[Poggio]

When the boy woke up, the world attempted to regain some sort of normality. The walls of Niaz favorite lowly lit room some what rebuild themselves but they looked more like abandoned ruins surrounding the tomb. On top of the tomb the snakes slithered up to the stone morphing into Niaz.

He took a deep breath opening his eyes wide and rolled off the tomb. His loins still dully ached as he crawled around the ground. The boy would pay. Any plans to use him to escape were gone, for a moment Niaz's eyes were blind with fury but then he realized the boy was gone. Using the side of the tomb he wobbled to his feet feeling the draw of tiredness. He slumped down on top of the tomb. The more time passed with out a human to draw from the more his power waned. Niaz stood up sliding the lid off the tomb and fell in, falling asleep among the stone he called bed.

When he woke this time he was having the dream about the boy. He thought it would be perfect until he attempted to hit the boy. His hand floated right through the boys body, as he rushed off to the bathroom, and Niaz dutifully follow compelled by some strange force. He tried his fire, his claws anything but nothing seemed to effect the boy. Finally he found himself pacing in front of the television mumbling to himself. “Filius canis! Nunc ergo dicendum putavi potius perditorum.” He walked up close to him nearly touching his face as the boy stared intently at the screen. “reddam tibi.”