The thing must have followed him home. Wuya gazed carelessly at the growling creature crouched at her feet. The Heylin witch knew exactly what it was; it was not her first experience with one. She'd known quite a few back in her day, back when they had been more prevalent in the world; nowadays most vampires only existed in movies. Yes, it was definitely a vampire.
There were many different types of vampires, like humans, they had their own races, from the Mayan Civicatataeo to the Chinese Hopping Vampire, the blood suckers existed all over the world. This one however, appeared to be a Russian Upir; also known as a mother f-, well, a very bad word.
It made sense really, earlier today a Shen-gong-wu had activated in Russia. Wuya had, unfortunately, not been able to attend; something she blamed Chase Young for, but she could still feel that magical pull that informed her when and where one had activated. It didn't matter all that much though, she supposed, after all, the Necklace of Hui was only a minor 'wu.
The creature's incessant growling was beginning to get on her nerves. She couldn't fathom how a creature this stupid had even managed to stowaway on Jack Spicer's jet all the way to China, and not get caught. Then again, it was Jack Spicer. If ever an oblivious person lived it was him.
It was obviously a very old vampire, at least a couple thousand years old. Most vampires never made it that long; either villagers would have eventually gotten to them or, like what had happened to this one, their minds degraded until they were essentially animals. It was an ugly animal now, truly a living corpse with rotting, gray flesh; thin, stringy hair; and glowing green eyes that looked out form decaying, bruised sockets. Disgusting.
Unlike witches, vampires were not true immortals. In theory, they could live forever, that is, they can only die if killed or exposed to sunlight, but eternal youth was only attained through the drinking of blood. The older the vampire, the more blood it needed, and if failed to feed regularly it would begin to rot as this one had. Being an Upir, this vampire's keen sense of smell had most likely sensed Jack was a child and had probably planned to consume his parents as well. It was too stupid to have considered that Jack's parents might rarely be home or that since the boy was flying home in a jet it might end up stranded hundreds of miles away from where it lived.
The ancient Heylin did not fear it attacking her for blood, as her veins were filled poison to the beast. She was going to have to get rid of it though, as much as she enjoyed its company she would rather not have to find a new lackey. However, as she was debating what to do with it the thing suddenly ran off of its own accord. She was surprised at first, but it soon hit her that the sun was to rise soon and it likely feared death and went to seek out a proper hiding place to rest in. Wuya let it go; besides, she needed to check on Jack.
When the witch had arrived at the Spicer mansion she had originally come over to "borrow" one of his Shen-gong-wu for a plan she had in mind. Her plan was shoved aside however when the reek of old magic that was most definitely not 'wu had practically slapped her senses and led her to the sleeping boy's bedroom. Said boy was in a deep, magic endued sleep as the Upir fed. It sensed her as soon as she'd entered and had come at her like a wolf defending its kill. She had wrestled the thing into the hallway, defeating the weak, senile leach easily.
Now she looked down at Jack, still asleep in the vampire's hypnotic slumber. She had seen him asleep many times, after all, she had, for lack of a more fitting term, lived here when she had been in ghost form. He was still for the most part dressed, only missing his coat and shoes, even the stupid goggles were still there. She wasn't surprised; whenever he stayed up late working on his silly machines he would always plop into bed, too lazy to do anything but sleep. For someone who complained so loudly about not getting enough rest he sure liked to stay up late. His behavior was almost vampire-like in itself, staying up all night, sleeping until noon, not to mention his style of dress and that pale skin and red eyes; really all he needed was the thirst for blood.
He'd have that soon enough. Since the monster hadn't drained him dry venom now coursed through his veins and would begin to transform him into a creature of the night. He wouldn't be an Upir though, oddly enough, what type of vampire you became was determined by the race you were when human. The Russian vampire had been Russian to begin with. Just as Jack was of European decent, he would most likely be what most Americans thought of when they thought of vampires, that Dracula stereotype that turns into a bat, but more that that as well. He could be very powerful indeed…
Wuya rubbed her chin in contemplation. Power. That old blood-sucker had been pitiful at best, but a new, young vampire…She decided she would help Spicer. After all, the poor boy wouldn't have a clue what was happening to him and who was she not to help the poor thing out? And if he happened to be grateful for her help and would agree to use his powers for her only, well, who was she to argue with him? He could be ivery/i useful. Yes…
"Pleasant dreams Jack…" The boy rolled in his sleep in response, and then the witch left, a smug smile on her lips as her plan played over and over in her mind.
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Chase Young stared firmly down at his spy-orb, a frown etched in to his features. He'd ordered the Heylin witch she was not to leave, if she wanted to stay here at all. A punishment for her many betrayals, but, as always, she had disobeyed him. She thought herself so clever, that if she snuck out he would not know about it. He snorted at the thought. Such ignorance, he hated putting up with her, but as the saying goes "keep your friends close and enemies closer", and if she wasn't an enemy he'd go play video games with Spicer.
Spicer. One could not have thought his frown could have gotten any deeper until he thought of that boy. And now it seemed his danger-prone self had even managed to almost get killed while sleeping. Yet he hadn't; gotten killed that is, and if what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, karma was finally granting him strength he'd never gained from any previous near-death experiences.
Young put his fingers to the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on form the thought of a few thousand years with that boy. It was as if karma had also decided to finally get him back for fifteen hundred years of evil. What's worse, it seemed as if Wuya planned to use the boy for her own gain, which would certainly mean his loss if he allowed it. For now he would see what happens; it would take at least a week for a full transformation, by then Wuya in all her smug glory will have probably have revealed exactly what she planned to do without even realizing it. He heard Wuya trying to enter silently and sighed, for now he would "play dumb", so to speak, about the vampire business. However, he was going to make it clear that he knew everything that went on within his house and he was not going to tolerate insolence.
