"Who are you, what are you?" Piroteus whispers.
"You know me, don´t you? You know me for ages, you were the one who did this to me, don´t you remember?", the creature says to her. The words form inside Piroteuses mind, she is sure that it is not actually speaking.
"what do you mean by that?", she claims hiding her fear within the words and the sound of her voice.
"400 years ago when you gave me the cross, the cross that ended my undead beeing. Because of you I died, but now I´m back; you were the only person with the power to resurrect me and you succeeded."
"But i never tried, and...
...what are you talking about...
...400 years...
...the cross..." she can´t control her senses and her mind any more, thoughts are like a twister in her head.
"You don´t know it, you really don´t know it..." The creature breaks out in hollow laughter...
"The cross is the key, the cross is the key!"
