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: 2689/1885	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.

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“No,” she smiled, “My father is.” “Oh,” he nodded his head, “Mychael 
said I wasn’t a *Vampyre* yet. What did he mean?” “Well, you’re not 
completely a *Vampyre* until your First Kill,” she looked at him. “My 
First Kill?” Drakon frowned “Yes. It’s the same for all *Vampyres* no 
matter if they are True Bloods or not,” she explained “I don’t 
understand. There are more than one kind?” Drakon inquired “Oh, yes, 
numerous kinds,” she exclaimed, “For example, I’m a True Blood 
*Vampyre*, which means I was born a *Vampyre* as were my Mother and 
Father. I turned completely *Vampyre* when I committed my First Kill, 
at age fourteen.” “How long ago was that?” said he “That was quite a 
while ago by your standards. Before the World Wars ever even existed,” 
she smiled “That is quite a while,” he said “Now, you will be a Hybrid 
*Vampyre* because you are only half-human. This means your Father is a 
True Blood *Vampyre*,” she explained. “What?” he was surprised. “Yes, 
but don’t look at me like that, it’s quite common. Your Father is not 
who you think it is but a True Blood *Vampyre* who your true Mother had 
a one-night fling with. It happens all the time. True Blood males can 
only impregnate Hybryd or Human women. True Blood females are barren 
since birth and Hybryd and Human females rarely have a True Blood 
offspring, as was my case. That is why there aren’t that many of my 
race. Also, few women survive this kind of birth, which explains your 
mother dying and this other Human family raising you instead. Your 
*Vampyre* side was awakened when Mychael fed you his blood. Now all you 
need is to have your First Kill and you’re done,” she smiled at him. 
Drakon nodded, letting all of it sink in. He’d known about the adoption 
since a young age when he’d found the papers stacked away in his 
parents’ room. But never had he imagined such a beautiful background on 
his part. “Do you know my father?” was his shy question “No,” she shook 
her head, “But this isn’t the only place where True Bloods reside. 
Maybe he moved away and I never met him,” she shrugged as if this was 
of no importance. “So . . . I was never completely human?” he frowned 
“No. But that’s not all. There are other kinds of *Vampyres*. There is 
the Blood Drinker *Vampyre*, which used to be human but was turned 
*Vampyre* by a Hybrid or True Blood. They are very strong, these 
*Vampyres*, but not Day Walkers like the True Bloods or the Hybrids. 
And after the First Kill, they don’t need to kill their human victims 
to feed; they can also have more than one victim a night. True Bloods 
and Hybrids are also like that. Now, the Underling *Vampyres* are 
entirely different. You see, they were humans once, as well, but when 
turned into a *Vampyre*, a Demon enters their body so that they are 
more mutation than *Vampyre*. They are the lowest kind of *Vampyres* 
there is. And quite scary, too, their faces transform themselves 
horribly before feeding,” she said, “Now, you will be immortal after 
your First Kill. Not fully, like the True Bloods, because decapitation 
can kill you. The sun, fire and decapitation can kill Blood Drinkers, 
as well. And Underlings can be killed by too many things to mention." 
“What is Mychael?” Drakon asked “He is a Blood Drinker,” she stated, 
“And an old one, too. He’s been around since before the First World 
War,” she raised her eyebrows “But so far you are the oldest I’ve heard 
of,” Drakon said “My Father was born three thousand years before the 
First World War. I was born two thousand years after that,” she 
shrugged, “So I’m not the oldest,” she said. She then looked gravely at 
him, her violet-blue eyes seeking his, “And now, Little One, it is time 
for your First Kill,” she smiled “Now?” Drakon was suddenly nervous 
“Yes, now. Don’t be scared, I’ll be here,” her smile was sweet “Okay,” 
he stammered. She walked to the door and opened it slowly, as a young 
girl stepped in and Drakon backed away slowly. 

The girl must have been somewhere between thirteen or fourteen years
old, with ravishing black hair and eyes. Her face was very white and 
she was looking at Drakon with an expression between surprise and 
confusion “Drakon . . .?” came the girl’s soft whisper. And then he 
knew. This little girl was the sister he’d lost five years ago, when 
she’d been nine years old. “Kirsten!” came his astonished murmur. “You 
know each other?” asked Tai, amused “She is my sister,” he said “Oh. 
Then this shall make things even more interesting,” she replied. Drakon 
turned to look at her and to his surprise; she was smiling at him. “I 
can’t do this,” he said “You will,” Tai told him “Oh my God,” Kirsten 
exclaimed and tried to get out of the room. The door was locked. “I 
can’t. She’s my little sister . . .  It’s a Sin...” he was against the 
wall, now, tears spilling down his cheeks. But the truth was that the 
simple smell of Kirsten was driving him crazy; he could smell her blood 
and he wanted it to fill him. “You’ve thought her dead for five years, 
Drakon. What’s stopping you from fulfilling that thought now? Besides, 
she was really never related to you. She isn’t even your kind,” Tai 
said “Drakon, don’t do it,” Kirsten was crying as well “Shut up, 
slave!” Tai yelled and Kirsten fell on the floor, as if some invisible 
hand had struck her. She lay sobbing on the floor. “What did you do to 
her?” Drakon turned to Tai. “Extrasensory Powers, Drakon. Now, go do 
what you have to do,” she said. “No, I can’t . . .” he was pleading 
with her. “Do it now, or I’ll kill you both myself. It’s still 
possible, you know?” she raised a brow now, and looked annoyed. Drakon 
started slowly walking towards Kirsten, still crying. “Get up, slave,” 
Tai smiled at Kirsten and she complied, still sobbing. Drakon stood 
before Kirsten now, who looked at him with sad black eyes. “You know 
what to do now, slave,” Tai coldly said. Kirsten slowly put her thin 
arms around Drakon’s neck. He stiffened and felt his hunger take over 
his body as he bit into the soft skin of her neck. He was gentle at 
first, but as the orgasmic sensations of her blood coursing his veins 
fully hit him; he tore the flesh in a frenzy, breaking the neck finally 
and then ripping out the heart and drinking from there, where the blood 
was pure. After it was done, he lay on the floor -next to the remains 
of his sister- drenched in sweat and tears. Tai stood above him and he 
got on his knees and hugged her waist, resting his head on her stomach. 
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “He’s not here, Drakon, he never really was. 
But don’t cry, you’re fully Born to Darkness now, Little One” Tai 
smiled at him, her eyes looking decisively mean. 


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