Heck yeah! A Dracula 2,000 story! Enjoy and I'm still looking forward to ya'lls reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Dracula 2,000, except my personal OC characters Michelangelo Kazpur, Evangeline Kazpur, and furture OC characters.
Painted Sanctuaries
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take…
-Amen"
Chapter 1 Hangovers &Unwanted Invitations
Sunrise began mid-drift on the city of New Orleans. The streets cluttered with trash of plastic cups, beer bottles, and Madrigal beads; occasionally two or three people laid unconscious among the clutter. The festive of last night's Madrigal left many of its spectators with painful hangovers. One spectator was going to go home with more than just a hangover…
Michelangelo Kazpur was a stocky twenty-seven-year-old French/American with red spiked hair and blue-hazel eyes, sporting dark, gothic clothes and was a bartender-assistant at the LeBunniestrip-joint…and was going home with a major hangover. Although the headache was sufferable, he smiled as remembered what a great damn time he had last night. He had fucked two hot blondes, drank as much free beer as he could, and his pals and he had done cocaine before he left for the night. Man, what a night to remember. However, if his sister ever found out what he did tonight, she would most likely kill him. Even when he was born first and was three years older, she was more the adult than he ever was or ever will be. She had a great career, property over their great-grandma's house, and had a future-fiancé that has a job and made her happy. And himself… well.
He worked at a bar for a living, lived in an underground apartment under LeBunnie, and basically, couldn't keep a girlfriend less than two weeks. Not that his life was all in vain, he got to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and had no responsibility except for his job. Yes, he was a free man…
Michel stopped when he saw something move from the corner of his eye…or someone move in the shadows of an empty alley across the road. He turned to watch the shadows within the alley but saw that they were no longer moving anymore. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in annoyance as he turned back towards the path of his apartment.
But he stopped short once more when he saw a big black dog sitting on the sidewalk in his way…or at least, he thought it was a dog. It almost looked-like a wolf but they were all the way out in Louisiana in a city, far off from the bayou, so that idea was crossed out real quick. The dog looked up at him licking his choppers, giving Michel a good look at a sharp set of teeth that looked ready to bite him at any time. The dog also stared at him strangely, an almost predator kind of stare; if Michel didn't know any better he'd think the dog thought he was food. Michel's body grew tense and ridged as he stared back at the dog at his feet, waiting for the dog to make his move first so Michel could be prepared for the worst. Not that it would do him any good, he was still stoned from the cocaine he did and would most likely trip over his own feet if he ran away or from the weight of the dog for if it ever pounced on him. His apartment was in the back of the building of LeBunnie, a corner block away from where he was standing. Just when Michel was about to run for it, the dog came forward with a confident stride and started licking his left hand.
Michel flinched for a moment, thinking the dog was going to bite his hand off before relaxing at the dogs gently ministrations. He let out a relieved sigh, "Damn, mutt. You scared the shit out of me," he said and setting himself on his haunches at equal height with the dog, running his hands through the dogs silky black mane.
The dog shook away from Michel's pets and headed down a dark alley leading to Michel's apartment. Michel stood up, watching the dog going behind the corner with a curious smile on his face. "Where are you going, you mangy mutt?" Letting out a small laugh and jogging after the dog. When he turned the corner and was now in the mitts of the shadowed alley, Michel saw the dog standing in front of the small stairway leading to his underground apartment and being illuminated by the small yellow light bulb above the stairway. The dog looked at him for a split second before going down the flight of steps and hiding himself from Michel's view. Strange…the dog had waited for him. Shaking it off as a strange dog behavior of some sort, Michael, who was still unstable from the cocaine, only laughed more and walked the rest of the way to the stairs, passing several water puddles and trashcans. He stopped at the rustic railing, seeing that the dog was looking up at him from the bottom of the stairs before the dog turned away from him and started scratching a paw on the chipped painted green door.
Michel chuckled, descending down the stairway and bring his keys out from his front pocket, "Alright, alright, I get it. You want in. But just to be clear, this is only for one night that I'm letting you stay with me. William will kill me if he ever found out I let you in, so be quiet, mutt." Michel unlocked the door and walked into the hallway apartment of LeBunnie; and just as he was about to shut it, he notice that the dog hadn't come in yet. Instead, it was just standing there and looking up at him, its mouth open and letting out small pants.
Michel lifted a thick lined eyebrow at the dog, "What? Were you expecting a red carpet?" he questioned the dog before shrugging his shoulders. "Well, sorry it's either you get your hairy ass in here or you can stand out there in the cold. Make up your mind quick before I change mine." He commanded. And as commanded, the dog came in and away from the door as Michel shut it and locked it behind him.
"Come on, mutt," he started as he turned around to head down the dark but, somewhat, lightened hallway towards his small, one-room complex, "let's get you-"
He stopped in mid-sentence when he looked down and saw a pair of black combat boots and the end of a black trench coat where his new "friend" should be.
"What the hell-" he said in disbelief and anger, lifting his gaze up from figure's feet to see their face but was stopped when his windpipe was crushed in a lighting fast, vice grip and his back was slammed into the door behind him, all this before he could even gasp in surprise.
He could see the person's face clearly now as he was forced to look at him because of the guy's incredible strength.
The guy had dark, curly, black hair that seemed to flow gracefully down from his crown to his neck, the curls caressing his golden-skin face softly. His facial features were broad and sharp, and yet, held some feminist to it. His forehead and cheekbones high as they held the blackest of eyes that stared fiercely at him, the eyes that seemed to go on and on forever and had seen many things in their lifetime, and aligned with sharp jaws that led to a squared chin, all signs of dominated maleness but it was the skin that gave it that womanly quality. It was dark, yet, golden, and yet, pale all softly mixed together on this man's angelic and demonic face.
"Fuck-off, man!" Michael yelled furiously and swung a punch square in to the guy's right jaw.
The man's entire head turned sharply to the right from the fist collision but to Michael's surprise, the man hadn't let out any sign of pain or loosened his grip. Suddenly, the grip on Michael's throat got incredibly tighter and the man began to move his arm up across the door, leaving Michael to gasp for air and his feet swinging vicariously in midair.
The man's entire head turned sharply to the right from the fist collision but to Michael's surprise, the man hadn't let out any sign of pain or loosened his grip. Suddenly, the grip on Michael's throat got incredibly tighter and the man began to move his arm up across the door, leaving Michael to gasp for air and his feet swinging vicariously in midair. Michael tried his best to privy himself from the man's grip but it seemed pointless in his predicament.
Slowly, the guy adverted his dark eyes back to Michael threateningly before turning to fully stare at him.
Michael gasped even more at the stranger that held him captive. His eyes…they weren't black anymore…they were…they were red, bloody red! And they were starring at him in hunger, just like the dog did back on the sidewalk. Then, the guy began to smile sinisterly, showing off a set of pearly white, sharp fangs at him, at his prey. Then realization kicked him…
Fear and horror racked him at the thought of dying. He had so much to live for, so many things that he hadn't done in his life. He wasn't even going to be able to say good-bye to anyone, not even his little sister.
His little sister…Evangeline…oh, god, what was going to happen to her! Was this person some kind of murdering psychopath that killed every living relative after it's first victim?
All his thoughts were scattered as he felt an immense pain on his neck and his body going weak with each passing second.
It all happened so fast that he didn't even have time to blink, as the man let go of him to slump down to the cold floor in a horrified dazed. It couldn't be true…this guy couldn't be…but he was…he was a vampire!
Michael's body began to shiver and grow colder as his mind began to sink into darkness and the beats of his heart going dull on his ears as he panted heavily for breath.
From the corner of his eye, Michael saw the man set back on his haunches to stare at him with that same sinister smile.
"You will show me the way."
Wow, that's some dark scary stuff...nah! LOL