First Hunger
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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,959
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Van Helsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Master´s Duty
First Hunger Chapter 3: A Master’s Duty
After I have satisfied my unbearable thirst that uses to ring constantly in my ears, I return from the dark woods to re-enter Castle Dracula. The castle is my home now, as I have become a creature of the night, a creature of Dracula’s.
I cannot deny what is inside me now, though I want to so desperately and fight it every moment I am awake. Not just the burning hunger and the urge to fill my dry veins hurts me so; I fear the feeling of utter submission.
I am under the Count. I know it and he knows it. And so he treats me like a minor who absolutely owns no rights.
I am alone when I enter the chambers. I grew used to it and honestly; I prefer to have my privacy. The presence of Dracula always seems to bring rage and hunger even more closer to the surface as it already is.
But sometimes I wish for him to be here, though, for he surely has answers to my questions. Questions about my new state, that have begun to pop up on a regular basis.
The Count has started to avoid me and I think that the questions in my head are the reason. He denies me the answers, the explanations I seek these days. The ultimate punishment for a Vampire Fledgling.
Two nights ago I spotted Vlad in the Great Hall, playing with a candle’s violently flickering flame. He was obviously waiting for someone, but despite his usual impatience, he seemed perfectly relaxed and somewhat satisfied with himself.
He must have felt my presence approaching the hall, because he instantly shut the link we now share and let the tiny flame turn to ice.
Dracula’s cold stare followed my every step: “What do YOU want? One of your tiring questions again?“ his bored voice addressed me.
I didn’t dare to speak, whether it was of sheer respect for my “Master” or the questions being too much for my mind to bear I don’t know.
Dracula chuckled lightly; my feelings are an open book to him.
“Of course they are”, he responded to my last thought. “I didn’t train you in protecting your mind against me.”
The last sentence echoed through the hall like a cruel laugh at myself.
Vlad continued in a light singsong voice: “And do not think I ever will. You’re soo interesting, Gabriel. It would be a waste if this brain of yours would suddenly deny me all the fun.”
The blood I just stole from a victim pounded loudly in my ears and pure hatred for my Maker rushed through my body like a snake, wanting to strike. This Bastard drained me dry of my sanity and didn´t let me know a thing I would need to know as a Newborn.
“Exactly.“ he dryly commented on my thoughts.
“Do you think I care about your precious well-being? I did this to see you suffer, stupid Fledgling! You are even more naive than I actually expected…”
The last sentence was spoken in pure triumph and satisfaction.
Behind my back, a creaky door opened and I was able to hear a heartbeat. A very calm one, barely audible. I doubted that it evas aas a mortal that had entered the room.
Just as Dracula spoke up, I turned around.
“Let me introduce you a new member of the…’staff’”, Vlad smirked at my horrified gasp.
The figure before me barely managed to stand upright, holding a spiritless gaze in his eyes and moving with mechanical gestures.
“Carl…” It is all my fault.
To be continued…
After I have satisfied my unbearable thirst that uses to ring constantly in my ears, I return from the dark woods to re-enter Castle Dracula. The castle is my home now, as I have become a creature of the night, a creature of Dracula’s.
I cannot deny what is inside me now, though I want to so desperately and fight it every moment I am awake. Not just the burning hunger and the urge to fill my dry veins hurts me so; I fear the feeling of utter submission.
I am under the Count. I know it and he knows it. And so he treats me like a minor who absolutely owns no rights.
I am alone when I enter the chambers. I grew used to it and honestly; I prefer to have my privacy. The presence of Dracula always seems to bring rage and hunger even more closer to the surface as it already is.
But sometimes I wish for him to be here, though, for he surely has answers to my questions. Questions about my new state, that have begun to pop up on a regular basis.
The Count has started to avoid me and I think that the questions in my head are the reason. He denies me the answers, the explanations I seek these days. The ultimate punishment for a Vampire Fledgling.
Two nights ago I spotted Vlad in the Great Hall, playing with a candle’s violently flickering flame. He was obviously waiting for someone, but despite his usual impatience, he seemed perfectly relaxed and somewhat satisfied with himself.
He must have felt my presence approaching the hall, because he instantly shut the link we now share and let the tiny flame turn to ice.
Dracula’s cold stare followed my every step: “What do YOU want? One of your tiring questions again?“ his bored voice addressed me.
I didn’t dare to speak, whether it was of sheer respect for my “Master” or the questions being too much for my mind to bear I don’t know.
Dracula chuckled lightly; my feelings are an open book to him.
“Of course they are”, he responded to my last thought. “I didn’t train you in protecting your mind against me.”
The last sentence echoed through the hall like a cruel laugh at myself.
Vlad continued in a light singsong voice: “And do not think I ever will. You’re soo interesting, Gabriel. It would be a waste if this brain of yours would suddenly deny me all the fun.”
The blood I just stole from a victim pounded loudly in my ears and pure hatred for my Maker rushed through my body like a snake, wanting to strike. This Bastard drained me dry of my sanity and didn´t let me know a thing I would need to know as a Newborn.
“Exactly.“ he dryly commented on my thoughts.
“Do you think I care about your precious well-being? I did this to see you suffer, stupid Fledgling! You are even more naive than I actually expected…”
The last sentence was spoken in pure triumph and satisfaction.
Behind my back, a creaky door opened and I was able to hear a heartbeat. A very calm one, barely audible. I doubted that it evas aas a mortal that had entered the room.
Just as Dracula spoke up, I turned around.
“Let me introduce you a new member of the…’staff’”, Vlad smirked at my horrified gasp.
The figure before me barely managed to stand upright, holding a spiritless gaze in his eyes and moving with mechanical gestures.
“Carl…” It is all my fault.
To be continued…