Shake the Disease Pt IV: The Beginning of the End (standard:fantasy, 1358 words) [4/11] show all parts
Author: Jenkis	Added: Nov 10 2000	Views/Reads: 2987/1690	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Picking up from Pt III, bringing us to the present existance of Drakon, Sioux and Tai. Better if the first three parts were read. I WOULD REALLY LIKE YOUR OPINION ON THIS ONE.

Part IV: The Beginning of the End 

He didn’t leave his chamber for an entire week. If Tai did not bring him
slaves to feed on, he would have starved to Death, had that been 
possible. Mychael finally convinced him to go hunting one night. He 
hunted in various cities, avoiding Shadow Way every time, a shudder 
passing through him when he thought of it and his old life. In his 
second week, he heard Music for the first time. Tai had brought him a 
“disc player” which was something people had used a long time ago and 
which played Music that came in little square-shaped discs. He’d wept 
at the mere sound of it that’s how beautiful it had been. It was a man 
singing with an exquisitely sad voice and the Music itself was made of 
violins and other wondrous string instruments. The song had been named 
“Prayers for Rain” and Tai had taught him how to “dance,” which was 
moving his body to the rhythm of the Music. Drakon had found Happiness 
once again in the stormy beats of the Music and later on in his bed 
with Tai. He explored her body in the dim light of the room, marveling 
at its beauty. Her skin was soft to his touch and she had no hair 
anywhere in her body below her neck, which made her seem all the more 
child-like. He teased her soft belly with his black hair as he drew 
patterns on it with his tongue. He found out she wasn’t as mean as she 
sometimes appeared to be or as sweet, she was simply different from his 
species in the way that she possessed no real emotional feelings. She 
seemed to have no conscience and did things because she wanted to and 
because she could. There was no “should” in her vocabulary. All True 
Blood *Vampyres* were that way, Mychael had told him. Drakon supposed 
they were that way for their own benefit; if they considered things 
“good” or “bad” it would be harder to live the way they did. “That’s 
why it’s difficult for Blood Drinkers to make the transition,” Mychael 
had explained, “And Hybrids, too, if brought up in a human environment. 
It’s because we have a conscience. Underlings don’t, that disappears as 
soon as they’re turned and True Bloods simply don’t care to use theirs, 
if they have it.” But Tai was nice to him and to people around her she 
seemed indifferent. Drakon came to care about her after a period of 
time and to simply love the time he spent with her in his room. “When 
do you feed, Tai?” he asked her one evening, resting his head on her 
stomach as she caressed his black hair –which always stayed the same 
length- nonchalantly. “In the Day Time,” she’d smiled, “When no one 
expects me to and it catches my victims by surprise.” “Do you take 
their Life?” he’d frowned “Yes,” she’d answered “Why? You don’t need 
to,” he’d looked at her “Because I enjoy it,” she’d laughed. 

She showed him the fun in running around the work fields of the cities
and scaring humans who would scream sometimes and even make the sign of 
the cross at them. “Humans are so weak,” she’d told him, “And so 
funny.” “How are they funny?” he’d asked her “Well, they’re afraid of 
Death so much. You know, Death could happen to them any minute. And 
instead of enjoying their lives, they just walk around in fear and 
confusion . . . it’s just very amusing to me. And it’s not like Death 
is so bad, considering how the Human world is nowadays,” she said 
offhandedly, her hair catching the sunlight and making her appear like 
a vision. “Would you be afraid of Death, were you to be a mortal?” he’d 
suddenly asked her “I don’t know. See, to me there is no Death, which 
makes it impossible a concept to imagine. I couldn’t be able to answer 
that question truthfully because I know no Death or anything remotely 
like that. I will never die, therefore I don’t care for Death,” she 
shrugged “But, don’t you fear anything?” he’d frowned “No,” she’d 
smiled and looked at him, “Why should I? Drakon, you ask the stupidest 
things. But it’s not your fault, I mean, you are half human.” He’d 
understood then that True Bloods thought of themselves as superior to 
humans. “Humans are weak because they fear. And humans are weak because 
they feel. It’s all very simple, Drakon. I must help you get rid of 
that human coil. That’s all that’s keeping you from exploiting your 
potential,” she’d told him on another occasion “My potential?” he’d 
scowled “Yes, your potential. Your potential as a *Vampyre*. I don’t 
want a Weakling to be my companion,” she’d remarked “Is that what I am? 
Your companion?” he’d looked at her “Well, I suppose you are. Mychael 
said you were mine. And you keep me company and you amuse me. In fact, 
I like you, Drakon. Your naivete is refreshing to me,” she’d smiled and 
looked truly young for the first time, her eyes lighting up. “I want to 
see you feed,” he’d said on an impulse, surprised at finding out that 
he really would like that. “I suppose I don’t see why not. It could 
teach you more about *Vampyrism*,” she said. So they’d gone out to find 
her victim and found him at Schooling that morning, playing amongst the 
other kids. He must have been around ten years old and was lured by her 


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