Shake the Disease Pt III: The Monster Within (standard:fantasy, 2098 words) [3/11] show all parts
Author: Jenkis	Added: Nov 09 2000	Views/Reads: 2909/2026	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Exactly picking up from where Pt I left off, this time telling what exactly happened to Drakon. FEEDBACK VERY HIGHLY APPRECIATED.

Part III: The Monster Within 

The *Vampyre* hadn’t killed him. Instead after draining Drakon to the
point of death, the *Vampyre* had given Drakon his own blood in return. 
The taste of that First Blood was indescribable. It was as if his 
entire life the Blood was all he’d been thirsting for and he hadn’t 
really lived until he tasted it. After all was done, Drakon lay back on 
his bed; breathing heavily as the ecstatic shocks passed him and lying 
very still as his body died. “My name is Mychael,” the *Vampyre* had 
told him in a deep voice, smiling, “And welcome to the World of 
Darkness.” “Am I a *Vampyre* now?” Drakon had shyly asked “No, not 
completely yet. But it will all be further explained when we reach our 
destination,” Mychael replied, as he motioned for Drakon to follow him 
in the act of jumping out the window. Drakon landed on both feet and 
giggled wildly, feeling giddy and -for the first time in his life- 
utterly and completely young. “But, Mychael,” said he after a while as 
they briskly walked down the dark street, “Where are we going?” “My 
boy, still so very young,” said Mychael with a sad smile; “We are going 
Home.” Drakon stole a glance at Sioux’s window before walking on. 

Home was a city built around an old castle at the other side of the
Forest. It was full of Night Gardens full of blood red roses and night 
blue roses that glittered in the Moonlight. Drakon watched all around 
him in awe, his dark sapphire eyes twinkling happily. Inside, the 
carpets were a dark red, reminding him constantly of blood and the 
thirst that was starting to emerge at the pit of his stomach. They 
reached the main hall, full of other *Vampyres* dressed in beautiful, 
rich colors of the likes he’d never seen before. There seemed all kinds 
of odd paintings on the walls, and sculptures as well; but they all had 
two current themes: Blood and the Taking Of The Blood. “Do all victims 
come here?” Drakon asked Mychael, suddenly in love with Mychael’s 
bright blue eyes and sparkling blond hair that reached just below his 
shoulders. “No. In fact, most of them are either killed when fed on or 
sent to a special part of the city to be educated until old enough to 
become a *Vampyre*, or simply kept in a place in this castle where they 
serve for food for other *Vampyres*,” Mychael said gravely. “Why is it 
you only take children?” Drakon suddenly frowned. “Because, my boy. 
Adults have no dreams and their minds are not satisfying as we drink 
from them. So we take the youngsters and nurture their young, bright 
and colorful minds.” “Why, then, am I here?” asked Drakon “Because you 
surprised me. You were completely different,” Mychael smiled. Drakon 
was left flabbergasted, simply couldn’t think of any words to say. Just 
then, Mychael led him to a room with a luxurious bed clad in gorgeous 
red-velvet sheets. “This will now be your room. Wait here and someone 
will come to explain things further,” Mychael kissed his cheek before 
leaving the room. Once alone, Drakon explored the place. The room was 
quite large in size and possessed mirrors everywhere –including the 
ceiling- and its walls were painted pure white. He sat down, feeling 
the changes in his body. He took off his shirt and found his skin milky 
white and felt the touch of his fingers still imprinted on his skin 
even after he’d stopped touching it! His fang teeth had appeared out of 
nowhere, it seemed, and his vision had become so acute that he could 
see the pores in his skin completely disappearing before his very eyes. 
Just then the door opened slowly and an extremely gorgeous girl stepped 
in. Her hair reached halfway down her upper-arm and was literally the 
most beautiful and darkest shade of purple. Her long bangs went 
carelessly inside her bright blue eyes. Her eyebrows were the same dark 
color of her hair, which was shocking against her white skin and her 
eyelashes were dark and long. She was smiling at him. 

“So, you’re Drakon,” she said, in a voice that made her sound like a
little girl. She was short of stature, perhaps 5’1 to 5’2 ft. tall, 
with a rather curvy frame. She wore a long, Goddess-like velvet royal 
blue dress with silver embroidery at the neckline, hipline, and the 
lining of the sleeves. “Yes,” he uttered. “How old are you, Drakon?” 
she asked, her pouty lush lips making her look all the more like a 
child. “Sixteen,” he said “Sixteen,” she smiled, “That is very young by 
our standards. But I suppose it wasn’t Mychael’s purpose at first,” she 
said but it seemed mostly to herself. Drakon sat down on the bed as she 
shut the door lightly and went to stand in front of him. “My name is 
Tai,” she said, “And I suppose Mychael has not explained anything to 
you about all this.” Drakon shook his head no. “Well, this is the City 
of the Dead, and you’re standing in the very center of it. This castle 
is where the Ruler of the city and the Court reside,” she said “Are you 
the Ruler?” Drakon shyly asked, his dark sapphire eyes seeking hers. 


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