The Nightmare

She walked through the double doors into what was essentially a mortician's nightmare.  The coffin she had dreaded since the day she arrived in Chicago was finally hers to claim.  The casket was left open, a bed she would spend god only knew how many nights of her unlife in.   
She stopped at the door in hesitation, Eriks looming shadow behind her urging her forward.  As she walked in, she turned to Erik as the door closed behind him.  "Satin sheets, you do love me!", she said with a sweet albeit shaky voice.  "Nothing but the best for my Nubian princes" Erik replied knowing she hated being called that, but in the awkwardness of the moment he could think of nothing else to say but continue teasing her as he had always done over the decades they had known each other.
"I don't suppose you want to just let me make a run for it, I could be in Canada by Sunday night", she laughed at her own joke cautiously as she ran her hand seductively down the side of the steel casket.  Erik didn't laugh, it was a joke, but it was also a real question.  Letting her go now, she would have a decent chance of escaping the incompetent hounds of Chicago, but it was no guarantee.  "I want you right here by my side where I can keep you safe", Erik said as he walked over to the coffin and leaned the heavy iron sword against it, getting close enough to Erzulie to make the hair on her neck stand up.  The effects of the supernatural fear were wearing off, but even without his powers, no matter how much she loved him, he still scared her.
"I don't like this any more than you do, but you are blood bonded to half the city, even the bloody Nosferatu.  I warned you so many times but you are always the eternal party girl, stubborn as a mule and I'm afraid this is the prize", Erik gestured with both hands to the coffin frustrated with the whole situation.
She considered making a move for the sword, a fleeting thought but Erik caught her eyes in the split second they connected with the weapon.  He smiled at her foolishness and her bravery.  "And they say the Toreador are cowards", Erik said with a smile.
"You know I could never hurt you", Erzulie said while licking her lips.  She smiled brightly and came around to the other side of the casket.
"You're going to keep an eye out on my girl right?  She is a dumb bitch but she had a shit mother, it's not her fault", Erzulie whispered as she examined the inside of the casket.
It was an all-white interior with satin sheets.  Laying neatly on the inside was a plain white sleeping gown.  When Erzulie spotted it she fished it out with the tips of her fingers and unfolded it holding it up for Erik.  "Really?  What am I fucking Jehovah Witness?", she said with a crooked face.
"I will take care of your girl and I'm sorry, I'm not exactly up to speed as to what qualifies for Erzulie approved sleeping attire these days", Erik responded to both questions in one lifeless breath.
"Well, that's easy." She said as she slowly unzipped the back of her cocktail dress, something she wore for Olvia hoping it might rekindle their special friendship.  It fell to the floor, revealing she wore nothing but her natural curves underneath it.
"Erzulie approved sleeping attire!" she said loudly as Erik looked on with regret.
Erik reached for the sword, he moved slowly and reluctantly as if the sword was hot and he didn't want to burn his hand.
"What the fuck are you going to do with that thing exactly", she asked with concern growing on her face as she made the realization that this was not going to be a simple sleeping beauty story ending.
"Olivia will need some evidence to prove you are dead", Erik responded, still not making things any clearer for Erzulie.
"Erik you know I hate the beating around the bush vampire bullshit, what the hell are you going to do with the damn sword", she demanded impatiently dreaming up a wide range of horrific scenarios.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to need to take your arm," he said coldly.
Whatever minimal pleasantries they were exchanging, the weight of the words filled the room with dread.
"Come on Erik you can't be serious", she backed away from the coffin, her body language transforming from sexy to scared in a split second.  Erik hesitated, he knew Erzulie well enough that she was just stupid enough to make a run for it and did not want to be chasing a naked black woman in the street in the middle of the night.
"You won't feel a thing, the sword is uniquely sharp, you will feel nothing but the breeze of the swing.  Trust me.", he said the words softly, as genuinely as he could, hoping that it would be enough.  It wasn't, he sensed her blood surging, she was going to make a run for it.
"Hold out your arm and hold still", the booming command was irresistible, she was scared, he not only saw and sensed her fear, but shared it.  The whole thing was a nightmare for them both.  Erik did not hesitate, best to get this over with quickly.  With a single swift swing of the sword, he severed her arm, the flesh collapsed to the ground, the sword cauterizing the wound instantly.  
The shock on her face was terrifying, he could stand no more of it.  "Sleep now", the words were enough to make her body go limp as he dropped the sword and reached for her, picking her up by her feet and in a single smooth motion placing her lifeless body into the coffin.
He covered her in the satin sheets and closed the casket, securing the air-tight electronic locks.  The air hissed for a few seconds before a click confirmed the casket was sealed and locked.
It was done.  It was not the first time he had locked a friend in a box, he worried it would not be the last.