Ch. 1
A/N: This will be a short fiction. Well, I hope so anyway. It won't be dragged on. Review!
And another thing, do my stories totally suck? Do I need to rethink my life-long dream? I got nearly zip from my reviews although the reviews I did get were fantastic and totally lifted my spirits! Someone even wrote a story based on one of my stories! It's in the reviews I get for each chapter. It's pretty much assessable to just about anyone. So thank you reviewers yet curse those of you who don't review.
~moa~
It was dark.
As in, complete darkness. It was the kind of light that blocked any and all light from reaching you.
But the darkness was a tricky little monster. It enveloped you in its gentle folds and gave the body a calm perception of things around you. Only those old enough or wise enough could see the danger and evil the dark held. The warmth was a false hope of bliss. It was death, plain and simple.
But Drake, as Danica and his other children had so freely called him, was no stranger to death. Being a vampire was all about death. You were dead and brought death onto others. Except they were allowed the security to stay dead while you were cursed to rise every night as Artemis' soldiers.
Well, that had been the way of life for Drake. Ever since he'd been awakened from his slumber by those pathetic excuses for vampires, he'd seen how much the world had changed. In his time, humans feared the night and slept with a wooden stake underneath the pillow. Now, they craved the night just as any other of his fellow creatures would.
There was no honor in his children anymore. Without his guidance, they'd over populated themselves to an extent to where the blood that flowed so freely through his veins was weak and thin in theirs.
It was ironic that a half vampire was closer to the structure of his original bloodline than those considering themselves of full blood. Blade could walk in the sunlight, was strong, and resisted blood easily. At first glance, he himself could've mistaken him as his first children. One of the few he had hand picked and tested in order to become immortal. It was a true honor to die at his hands.
Well, that was what he had thought. The honor was still there; just the whole truly dead part was missing. He learned this when that warming darkness slowly glowed to a semi-bright land full of cold. It was like walking through the forest where the leaves stole most of the light was stolen and the sun's rays couldn't bring the delightfulness it once did.
Why was he alive?
Slowly, Drake regained consciousness only to see he was lying on the broken floor Blade and himself had fought on. The tiles were still in their shattered, crater-like state around the impact his demonic form had created when Blade had injected the venom. He was no longer like so, but in his human form; clad only in the tattered leather pants he was given and the open vest he had personally requested. The light was coming through special, vampire glass that Danica had briefly explained.
Feeling highly confused, Drake sat up. He did so slowly to test out how many things were broken, while not showing any expressions, only to find that his hunger over ruled all other pains.
Seeing as how blood would help speed up his healing process, Drake got up and walked to the only door that would lead out of the corrupted building he had been housed. He had to step around a few piles of ashes but he got there. He barely even thought about how those piles were his children; they deserved it in his eyes. Focusing on the task at hand, he tried to remember a way to feed that was the most convenient to him.
Danica had supplied him with information on what happened while he slept when he had been initially wakened. A few history books and something called an encyclopedia (which was many volumes long) was the source of such information. And thus, he knew of the perfect place to go.
'Blood bank it is,' Drake smirked and walked outside, real sunlight hitting his skin.
As he walked by every unsuspecting human on the street, he could only think one thing:
'Guess who's back?'
~moa~
A/N: * giggles * well, that was certainly different. It's still an American production, but now there's vampires! God, I love vampires! They're awesome. Personally, I wanted to kill Stephanie Meyer, but I will live. Angry, but alive non the less.
Review! I need feed back! And constructive criticism on what I totally screwed up on would help!