Chapter 1: A Monarch and a Demon
He has seen it all. Wars, hate, love, friendship, people. Even on the Sugar Rush Island there was sometimes war from other islands that want to claim his island. He always won but sometimes he won by luck. He had settled down, had a daughter with his beautiful queen who had died during the birth. The king was heartbroken but took care of his sweet little princess.
Her name was Vanellope and she always loved playing with her father. Of course playfully calling him names. The king was balding but he didn't mind. It was perhaps due to the past stress. But he was so happy with his daughter. She had her mother's black beautiful hair and his eyes, their personalities mixed in Vanellope. She was hyper and joked to the max but also loving and forgiving.
She was about ten years old when the old king felt his age. He had slipped and fell. She was there to help him up. "Ha ha you have the legs of the laffy taffy vines only they don't laugh!" She had said while laughing, never once thinking of her father as old. She always saw him as young and always willing to play.
The king smiled. "The laffy taffy would have laughed at that. Have you tended to the vines in the garden? They need thsome company." His little lisp showed. She nods and skipped off, leaving the king to his sad thoughts.
He didn't wish to get older then he was but soon he knew he would have to depart this world and leave his poor daughter alone. She has never seen death and he was scared if he passes on, she will hide in herself and never talk to people out of loss and depression.
The servant Sour Bill had promised to protect her but it just wouldn't be the same.. would it?
He had fell ill a year later and word seemed to get out. The hardest part about being a king.. there is always those that somehow know you are weak and take the time to strike.
King Candy ordered the servants and guards away and to take Vanellope somewhere safe from harm. The sounds of swords and spears were heard, crashing. They were breaking into the castle! Explosions. And silence as the king sat weak in his bed, his candy cane at his side. He was ready to unsheathe it and fight.
They broke down the doors and could only laugh cruelly at the old king. Candy hated how pitiful he must look. He coughs and narrows his eyes. He took out the sword that was hidden in his cane and attacked quickly. He stabbed into one of the men, piercing their evil heart.
He swung his blood stained bladed, missing them by inches as one hit him in his back. He heard a crack and hit the floor. The men kicked King Candy over and over but he kept fighting. His vision blurring. He didn't call for help. Vanellope was safe with Sour Bill. As long as she was safe he was happy.
He looks at the door for a moment and there he could swear he saw two yellow glowing eyes. A demon! He could be hallucinating. But screams were heard.. so far away. He was trying to focus but was so tired. Vanellope will be queen by sun rise.
He was picked up though.. he somehow felt so light. Was he going to Heaven now? No... Whoever was holding him lay him on the bed. He tried to look up at the savior. But he was exhausted and coughed up, feeling he had coughed up liquid. Blood...
"Take it easy sire." Came a voice that made the king shiver even in his weakened state. It was a male voice. Young. Perhaps in his early twenties. But it was an alluring voice that seemed to lure the king in.
He looks around, focusing hard but the other was hiding. "Pleathse" He tried to say without his lisp. "Please let me see you.. where are the ones that wished to slay me?"
"Dead your highness. You thought me as a demon when you saw me. Are you scared of demons, my king?" The voice asked. It sounded amused and it did make the king thing.
Was this a demon that came this night to take his soul? To what, devour it? Torture it? Taint it before a angel can get their heavenly hands on it. "Are you a demon? Please don't lie. I want the truth."
"You can say I am. Many mortals have. My eyes make them think so and beg to their God to destroy me. I will let you see me.. if you are still able." The voice said before slowly stepping out of the shadows. The king used all his strength just to see his savor and was stunned.
This was indeed no human. He stood in strange clothing. A jumpsuit, white with red stripes down the sides. He held a white helmet with a red T in his hands. He was bowing his head to the king. Black hair was there. It was a tad like his daughter's color.
When he showed his face. It startled the king, making him cough again. His skin was pale, almost grey but not quiet. His yellow eyes didn't glow as much as they did. It was a demon alright and the grin revealed yellow teeth that matched the color of his eyes.
"You seem scared, my king.. hmmm?" His voice calmed the king down.
As if he could call the guards. They were probably all dead. He nods his head though. "I am scared. But that is natural. To be scared of something I have never seen before. Please, before you take my soul and do what ever demons do to it. I request to see my daughter. My sweet, loving gumdrop. Just one last chance"
He had never begged once in his life. Even when he himself was a prince. He never had begged his own mother or father to get him something. The laughing broke the past thought. Why was this demon laughing.
"I am not here to take your soul. I have traveled a long way to see you in such poor health. I remember when you were so young as a prince and ran around, laughing and exploring. It was a fun little sight to watch you and wonder how you will grow. And here you are, with a daughter you don't wish to leave."
The demon moves over to him, not the faintest step was heard. The fingers brushed over the king's lips. "You are old. Weak and I know before sunrise your heart will stop forever. Two deaths are indeed here. One will take you away from this world and your Vanellope... and the second will kill you to but then give you new life. Life that can be forever if you let it."
So much to take it. It was to much. "How do you know.. I couldn't have been watched by you..." Two deaths were here. He listened and the fingers felt cold on his chin. He saw the red smear on the glove. He looks at him. "I want to always be with Vanellope, what ever the cothst. I wanted to ask if I could've seen the dawn but..." His voice trailed off. "Let me hear your name. And why have you been watching me?"
"I was curious about you was all, little king. I spent a few months on this island before leaving and took a liking to you. I came back every few years. I enjoyed how you aged and became wiser and strong.. but sad thing about age is that it takes away your need for fun and youth. Age is a cruel thing. We never saw each other face to face though... I remember a name that stayed with me for a while. Turbo." He sat beside the king, brushing his fingers over his body, knowing his rib was broken. The men had sped up the king's death.
The king was quiet. He was being comforted by the creature. He sat up best he could and finally nodded his head. "I want the death you wish to give me." He lost his strength and was ready to fall back but a strong arm reached behind him and held him there. Turbo was a strong little beast.
He felt lips and teeth on his neck, nibbling gently. The king could no longer blush. What was this thing doing? Turbo was searching for something and he found it and without warning he bit right into the king's fragile flesh, breaking the skin under now sharpened canine teeth that seemed to have grown a tiny bit and got sharper.
The king couldn't scream. The pain had come and gone and could feel their souls almost become one. It made the king let out a moan as his arms try to hug the demon. It felt good but he could feel his royal blood leaving his body to feed Turbo who drank it down so greedily.
Turbo had been waiting for this moment. The moment he could taste the royal monarch's blood and drink it down, savoring it as the sweet liquid rolled over his taste buds and down his throat. It pleased the vampire to no end. He wished he could just drink him forever. Tasting the blood again and again. But soon that has to stop.
He felt the king's grip weakening and the heart beat getting slower, trying to pump the remaining blood the king barely had. He lays the king on the bed and could see the dark eyes so dulled and looking at the ceiling at nothing in particular.
King Candy stared at the ceiling. He had figured out to late what Turbo really was. A demon yes but not the kind with tails and little horns. He was a vampire and that is why Turbo knew the king sense he was a young prince. He smiles, his body was dying. He knew it now. For now he didn't care if the vampire kept the promise or not. He was lost in the daze of the bite. How the bite gave him so much peace. He heard Turbo's voice that was so far away. He could barely hear it.
"Drink from me as I have from you." Turbo's whisper had said to him. The king was lifted and his head was placed on Turbo's shoulder. His lips feeling warm liquid. Turbo had used his clawed nails to cut his neck to let his cursed blood flow. The kings instinct came alive and his lips went weakly around the cut and sucked out the blood. A mix of his blood and perhaps the blood of many others. Turbo's blood. The monarch could only drink it down, thirst getting the better of him.
Turbo pushed the king off gently when he was sure he had enough. The king changed slowly. It hurt here and there but the king bared it. His memory faded a little. His skin became a tiny bit more pale. Nails become sharper. His teeth hurt as the canines changed into sharp little fangs. He became a beautiful sight to behold. And he was immortal. Death couldn't come touch him, nor sickness. Only the thirst and the need to eat.
Turbo was a greedy little vampire. He was fond of the king yes, but he was more wishing to be part of the royals. To be seen as someone great. He was willing to follow a prince around, knowing he would become a king and Turbo could have a chance. He watched the fragile mortal change slowly and was surprised. The king was strong. And didn't once cry out or scream. He had made a good fledgling and got royalty with it. Both were Turbo-tastic to him.
Vanellope wasn't the only one that saw the difference in her father. Sour Bill to and some of the guards but they were under orders to tell no one. The king remembered his daughter, his sweet Vanellope and remembered why he asked to become this. For her. To live with her. His beautiful daughter. She loved him even more now. King Candy had to feed every night for the first few months. Turbo always brought him to nearby islands because the king didn't wish to harm his subjects.
The first kill was sweetest. He had attacked a man who thought it was funny to try and take his crown. The king attacked him and bit into his neck, not stopping until the body had not a single drop of blood in it. It made the king feel guilty after but he thought about his daughter and did it again. Turbo soon didn't need to stay by his side while hunting.
He sat on his throne, watching Vanellope with a happy expression. One day he will possibly have to turn her into a vampire to. But for now he enjoyed her play and let her play with Turbo who seemed annoyed at first but eventually warmed up to her.
Turbo was of royalty now and couldn't be happier. He just wondered how the older twin brother were doing...
== End Of Chapter One?==
I hope you all liked it. This is what you get when I watch Wreck It Ralph, Interview with The Vampire and dream back to back.
And if this goes well I may add on some more chapters.