YELLOW'S SECRET
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
This is a one-shot intro for an idea that I had. Power Rangers belongs to Haim Saban and Disney. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. Takes place after "All About Beevil". Telepathic speak is in bold.
Dustin had been sleeping peacefully until a wave of pain coursed through him. He groaned and clutched his bed sheets. Hungry. need…sustenance, he thought. Luthor had kept them so busy that he had completely forgotten about his condition. With another groan, he forced himself out of the bed and out of his bedroom. Then, stumbling, he made his way to the edge of Blue Bay Harbor. Jessie…need you, he whimpered. In a cave, Jessie stopped what she was doing and looked to the entrance worriedly.
"Dustin," she whispered. The urge was strong this week. He was in so much pain. She could feel it. Hold on, Dustin. I'm coming, she assured, grabbing a bottle filled with a red liquid. Then, she hurried out of the cave. Dustin continued on his way until the pain became too much and he tumbled to the ground. He panted as the sounds amplified. He cried out in pain as he heard various heartbeats of animals. Blood…blood. Need…blood, he thought.
"Dustin!" a voice called in a whisper.
"Jessie," he said in relief. The girl came into view and she ran to him and then knelt in front of him.
"Oh, Dustin. Are you crazy? You know you have to feed at least once a week," she stated.
"Sorry, Jess. Couldn't sneak away," he apologized. She touched his cheek sympathetically. Then, she raised the bottle to his lips and he drank almost greedily. Finally, the girl pulled the bottle away.
"Come on. Let's get you back to the cave," she said, helping him to his feet.
"Right. I'm gonna be major funky for a while," he agreed. With that, they headed for the lair, where Jessie led Dustin to his usual sleeping quarters. Then, she went to her own quarters. Lying on the make-shift bed, Dustin let out a sigh and stared at the ceiling. I wonder who turned me, he thought. It was something that had been on his mind a lot lately. If they could figure that out and they could stake him, he'd return to normal…or would he? He had been feeding weekly for about a year now, ever since he had started ninja training at the Wind Academy. Man, this bites…uh…sucks…oh, geez! Dustin thought. He really needed to stop using vampire words, even if it was just in his head. He was just lucky that none of the others knew about his little…problem. Though acting like a complete airhead most likely helped. No one would suspect that a complete goofball would be a half-vampire. Dustin sighed again. That was something the other Rangers would never find out. They would probably constantly worry about him turning on them or worse, make him give up his Morpher. He couldn't do that. He liked being trusted with such a great responsibility. It had helped him see himself in a better light. And that was something he never wanted to lose. With that final thought, Dustin rolled over, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.