Wicked: WHY? Why have you chosen to destroy the world of vampires, Lemony!
Lemony: What? I've wanted to do a vampire fic, it screams sexuality I couldn't resist!
Awesome: And with vampires comes fights scense *rubs hands together* this is gonna be fun.
Awesome: This is first fanfic we have ALL written in collaboration, this is first LemonyWickedAwesome production.
Wicked: And now, our feature presentation.
*Disclaimer* Nothing in fanfic belongs to us.
~Prologue~
"Come on! Get er' done!" A construction worker hollered over the roar of machines. The Brazilian sun was setting and if the construction team didn't get out of the jungle most likely they would be there over night. The heavy machines powered down and they all began their trek back to there base.
"Hey Mickey! Look at this!" Someone called, a very burly construction man walked over to a gaping hole in the earth nearly slipping on the loose dirt. He squinted his eyes trying to get a look at what was lying in the huge crater in the earth they had created.
"What is it?" He asked, the other man shrugged,
"It looks like a coffin." He replied studying the large square box, it was all black and they could barely make out a symbol of cross on the lid.
"Well leave it, its probably one of the natives or something, come on its getting dark."
And with that the construction team began to hike back to their totally oblivious to the danger they had just put themselves in. The sun set along the horizon and the night creeping up, the coffin lay in the dirt hole.
And then something happened…
The cover of the coffin slowly opened…
A pale hand adorned the side of the casket, boney fingers lifted the lid as a fog slithered into the crater, engulfing the coffin and its inhabitant. If one would listen closely, you could faintly hear a snicker, and then a chuckle, and then a deep throaty laugh.
"MmmmmHhahahaha!"
From the fog a man ascended as if he where floating on air. His crimson eyes as red as a virgins blood slid over the construction sight. He was slumped slightly but fully balanced on his feet. The man was paler than the moonlight, he stood bare with his alabaster skin cold against the night it was as smooth as fine porcelain. Hair as black as sin followed freely in the breeze trailing along his back. A long, angular face look to the moonlight, a long, aquiline nose sniffed the air taking in the scent of the living. The strange man took a deep breath, his lean chest rose and feel with a content sigh. He closed his eyes and licked his lips in pleasure as blood coursed through his veins.
"Living again…" He breathed to himself as the night air swept across him, and then he suddenly felt very weak. The strange man toppled over, clutching his stomach in agony. He slowly stood up to his full height, a striking 6'4, and glared at the darkness.
"I am so very weak…I must feed…"
With that his upturned his nose and inhaled. He caught the scent of what he was looking for…
"Renfield! Shut off that light and go to bed!" An angry construction worker snapped at the man on his knees in the middle of prayer.
"Alright, alright!" Renfield replied sharply clicking off his lamp and crawling into his bunk. If he didn't need the money Renfield wouldn't be at this work camp with a bunch of beer-bellied Neanderthals. Inside their cabin, Renfield lie awake in his bunk, sleep hadn't come easy for the brunette recently.
He had a sinking feeling something was dreadfully wrong.
The brunette jerked from his bunk when he heard a an earsplitting crash. It sounded like some hurled a bulldozer.
"El es Diablo!" He heard the natives scream from outside his window, the brown-haired man sank underneath his blankets as he his peers rose from their bunks. Without warning the cabin door was ripped from it hinges. Renfield began to hyperventilate when he saw a thin, boney figure stand in the door way draped in shadows. His fellow workers stared at the man, awestruck.
"Hmm…" The figure hummed standing just outside the door, it seemed as if he was unable to step into the threshold.
"Who are you?" One of the workers asked, and just like that the shadowy man stepped forward. Renfield could barely make out a smirk from what little light was radiating.
"I am Vlad Dracula the Third…but you may call me, Dracula." The man said bowing politely, Renfield felt his breath hitch at the name. Without warning, the bare man snatched two men from their beds and flung them like ragdolls through the wall of the cabin, with lightening fast speed he clutched the other by the throat, he thrashed helplessly couching and hacking but it seemed as though he couldn't break loose from the gripping embrace.
Renfield watched the spectacle frozen with fear at he was witnessing, his first mind told him to run, get as far away from here as possible, but his feet wouldn't move. The pale man twisted the unfortunate workers neck until it snapped, biting deeply into wringed appendage. Renfield could swear her heard the man moaned as the red fluid leaked between fanged teeth and slid past his smirking lips.
For what seemed like an eternality, Renfield watched the pale man indulge himself, lapping up every single of drop of blood the mangled body had to offer, sucking hungrily on the blood. Once finished, the strange man dropped the body and it flopped lifelessly on the ground. His glowing red eyes glided over to the frightened man who was shivering beneath his covers. The pale man licked his lips and closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of a good meal
"Pl-p-please…" Renfield begged with a broke voice not sure what he was begging for,
"Please what?" The man said stepping closer to his bed his expression unreadable, his footstep inaudible as they hit floor.
"Spare you?" The man continued taking another step, Renfield leapt slightly. "Perhaps you could be of some use to me…Thomas Renfield."
Renfield eyes went impossibly wide, "How do you know my name?"
The man chuckled lowly, "I know all. Tell me, Renfield, do you want to live?"
Lemony: Welp, this is what you get when you combine all of our creative genius.
Wicked: Why does Vlad sound hot? *fans self* oh, I molded after my dream man.
Awesome: Interesting, hate to sound like Wicked but I wanna see where this is going.