It was Ocellas last action before she staked him. His messy hand print got smeared all over the glass of the stasis chamber, the boy inside trashing wildly to get out, clawing and screaming. But Ocello had, with tears of blood running down his scarred cheeks, punched in the code for activation. She had come from behind, and driven the stake through the heart of him, his over 2000 years old body flaking away into nothingness forever more. Appius Livius Ocello had met his final death.

She had walked over to the stasis chamber, blue eyes tearful, but also hateful. She had wanted to kill the boy. Not because she wanted to, but because she *had * to. He was dangerous. He was insane. She wished he could have been saved, but she was afraid the trauma had forever ruined his mind. She kicked the ashes of the dead vampire, and turned, walking out.

The stasis chamber had put the fighting vampire to sleep, his face returning to a peaceful state, his arms and legs sinking down, as if he had fallen asleep.

And sleep he certianly did. Not only for hours or days. But for years. Hundreds of hundreds of years. Even thousands. The stasis chamber had been designed to run low power for this long, even when a ship took it onboard as a oddity. Because the ice had covered the youngster, and the people of the new age could not see it was a primitive stasis chamber. For them it was as if it was art, with a perfect chiselled ice figure inside.

So that is what he was made out to be for his new 'home' A remote planet which name is for now unimportant. A piece of art set up for viewing. It was called. "Sleeping child of eternal winter" because of the icecrystals which had formed on Alexei's skin. He was sweet where he lay in his eternal sleep, ready for whomever found out what was really inside the glass rounded casket.

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