Experiment K.I.N.G
Wild: Well people, I saw a few people put story alerts and this story under their favorites, and I am glad to say that we have gotten one review so far! I thank you for your kind words. In fact, it makes me cry because I'm so happy *starts sniffling and crying*
Aiya: you dare make my sister cry! I'll smite thee in the name of Blade!
Wild: uh, okay, anyway, King is facing against Drake the Magnificent, and had even started to taunt him. He knows his fate, but is determined to not fall to the vampires. Can he make it through the experimentation Danica and the others have in store for him?
Aiya: Read to find out! And review!
~II~
He is rather quite a strong one, Drake thought as he entered into the room. He's relatively handsome, powerful, unyielding, and seems ready to take risks to protect others. He examined the hunter for a long moment, waiting for the blonde to make some sort of snappy joke or comment. He expected it, but when it never seemed to come, he had hope that he had calmed down.
No luck what so ever could be possible for that.
"Hey there, Drakey; been a while. You know, we never did get to have a proper conversation when we first met. How about we start now by saying you and your lackeys are complete assholes," the man growled, snarling and jerking forward on his chains and clenching his fists.
And he's got one dirty mouth on him too. We'll have to handle and change that once I've turned him, Drake thought as he slowly circled the male then looking up into the darkest corners of the room. He could hear the buzzing; the constant buzzing of those horrid electronic devices that allowed the cunt to look into the room and watch them both. Private matter, bitch, he thought as he reached up to feel the lens and tapped it softly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" the hunter asked before Drake ripped the "camera" from the wall, permanently disengaging it before tossing it to the ground. He stomped his foot down with great strength onto it, feeling the technology crunch deliciously beneath his feet. "Funny, I didn't peg you as the soft type, Drakey. Or should I be calling you Dracula? Or maybe Batty? Yeah, that's a funny one! Batman!"
Drake snapped and hissed before crouching down slowly in front of the human and cocked his head, examining his panting, sweaty face. The man stared right back at him, his eyes almost glowing with the dominant fire that had attracted Drake's attention after first seeing the human.
"You're name is King, correct?" Drake asked slowly, standing up and circling the human, watching his every move. And the hunter, in turn, watched his every move like a caged animal, ready to pounce and rip out an enemy's throat at the first chance given.
"Naw, its Sugar pop. Didn't you get the memo from the whore bitch that you fucked?" King asked, watching Drake carefully. Drake arched an eyebrow at the human's choice of words. He stopped, realizing what King had said.
"How do you know that we had intercourse?" Drake asked slowly, eyeing the human. Was he really human?
"I can smell it on you, dipstick," King snorted before glancing at him, "don't tell me she kept that from you too? Ha! It sounds like the conniving bitch that she is. She'll do anything to have some sort of upper hand. No doubt she's saving her cards for a battle."
Drake's eyebrows arched as he said slowly, "Battle?"
King began to laugh hysterically as he asked, "Man, Drakey, where's your fucking brain been since you've been raised? Stuck up Danica's vagina or maybe that big guy's asshole? It should be clearly simple to the Father of all Blood-Suckers."
Drake let out a low and throaty growl, instantly at King's side and grasping him by his golden locks, jerking his head back to snarl in the hunter's face.
"You should learn your place, King; before I explicitly show it to you," Drake said before releasing his hair to continue stalking around him. "Now what battle do you speak of? The one with Blade?"
"No, sorry captain; that's strike one, and your only strike in this case," King snapped, coughing and grunting at the strain it put on his battered body. "You see, the fun thing about being brought into the world of vampires, is that instantly, all vampires think they can win against you."
Drake's eyebrows furrowed and he laughed darkly.
"You think I could fall to such weaklings as that pussy whore and her big friends? They do not even realize what great gifts my blood can provide for them! All they do is spend and waste time experimenting on those annoying low lives called dogs," Drake laughed and circled around King. "But you don't seem to be like them…just what are you? You smell neither human nor vampire. Which is it?"
He crouched down in front of King and stared at him with golden eyes. Staring at those dark eyes, examining at the scruffy beard, and eyeing the fine, sweaty chest made Drake feel arousal, possibly the first emotion, after hunger, that he had felt since his awakening.
King laughed and popped his neck before staring at Drake, firm and unbending.
"I'm the person who hunts your kind at night. I used to be the cunt's pet…but I'm sure you've already heard my great and dramatic story from the Queen Bitch herself," King laughed and sat back on his heels before saying, "So, what's the real reason you came in here, huh Drakey?"
Drake arched an eyebrow and he cocked his head at the hunter's words.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean to say that I am no such dumb ass as to not know that you only came in here to make idle chit-chat. It may work on other fools, but I am no such idiot. So, what do you want?" King snapped, glaring at the Vampire King of All. He glared with ferocity that made soft cold chills run up Drake's spine, but felt his blood begin to travel south.
He circle King, staring at him before saying, "You're more perceptive and smart that Danica takes you for…I'm here because it's time to show little Danica just what my blood can do to a human being. Especially one so deserving of my bloodline."
King followed him with a look that was daring and furious. He snarled slightly, his lips pulling back to reveal already sharp canine teeth. Drake imagined how much sharper they could be once he was turned again.
"Wouldn't you like that, Hannibal King?" Drake drawled slowly, staring at King with a lustful gaze until his eyes began to turn a bright golden brown. He sniffed the air when he scented a hint of passion but also fear, "there's no reason to be afraid, King. I can make sure that it doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't matter if it hurts or not, you major jackass prick!" King snapped, roaring his fury and lurching at Drake. The Vampire King smoothly leapt back, staring in surprise at the iron will of the hunter, who was now on his feet and glaring at him. "What matters is that I'd rather die than go back to being one of you cock suckers!"
"Language, language," Drake snapped harshly, eyes narrowing on King as he felt his beast crawling inside his skin, demanding to make the human kneel and submit to their superiority.
"Fuck you!" King snapped, giving him the finger before he was suddenly pressed into the wall, held up by a single powerful arm. He felt fangs dangerously close to his neck, and he let a soft whimper escape his throat in fear. King didn't want to go back to being a vampire; that much Drake could tell. He grazed King's skin before whispering, "You will become a vampire again, King; but you can decide who changes you."
"How about you get me out of these chains and I send your sorry ass straight back to Hell where it belongs? I bet all the other freaks I've sent there will throw you a welcoming party," King snorted and coughed as Drake tightened his grip on his neck. "I will not become a vampire again! I will not!"
"Would you rather we kill the girl and all your friends so you won't be leaving anyone behind, Hannibal?" Drake crooned into his ear, and King went still and stiff as a board. He shuddered and said softly, "Don't touch any of them. Leave Zoe, Abby, and everyone else the hell alone!"
"Then make a decision, King. Would you prefer that Danica turn you again? Or perhaps the big ass brute Jarko? Or maybe his little Pomeranian dog?" Drake snarled and pulled away to stare into King's eyes. "Would you rather they bite you and make you bleed? Or me, who will show you some strand of mercy and mentor you to control your thirst better?"
King stared at him before gulping and snarled, "The first chance I get, any chance at all, whether you turn your back on me for an instant, I will stab your through with a stake and slice your heart open and chop off your head."
Drake smirked and said, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind…but you should be more concerned about yourself, King…"
King was about to make a snide comment when Drake bared his fangs and jerked his head forward, sinking his teeth deep into King's skin as rich blood slid and filled his mouth. It wasn't coppery or vile like many humans' blood that Drake had taken to sustain his life. No; this blood tasted sweet and spicy. Drake closed his eyes and let himself submerse into a world of bliss that this man's blood provided.
He could have stood there, drinking forever and inhaling the delicious liquid, if only the hunter hadn't began ramming his fist into his shoulder, gasping for air and his skin beginning to turn blue and purple.
Drake quickly detached himself and caught King as he began to collapse.
~II~
Damn mother fucking son of a bitch. That fucking hurt! King wanted to yell these words at the vampire king's face, but he couldn't catch his breath. He began to fall forward, and would have moved his arms to catch himself; if only his arms were not lifeless and wiggling at his sides like noodles.
The vampire, Dracula, caught him and slowly lowered him to the ground, putting his head onto the vampire's lap? He stared at the overhead light, gasping and clinging to the last threads of life left in his body while his heart slowly began to give out and stop beating entirely.
Then, as he began to see the light brighten in front of his eyes, a smooth, rich liquid was being poured into his mouth. He sniffed the air, the coppery scent of blood clogging his nostrils. His pupils dilated and contracted as he desperately tried to spit out the vile substance from his mouth.
However, a hand had clamped itself firmly over his mouth, and his nose was pinched, depriving him of all air. His legs began to thrash and strike out in desperation, his head jerking from side to side while the being holding him only tightened his grip.
No! No! No! I can't-I can't-I-! King kept trying to think until he had to swallow down the heated liquid. He felt it running down his throat, setting his throat on fire and as it rolled down into his belly, his torso and stomach began to grow heated, soaking in the life giving substance.
He gasped and inhaled more of the blood as a bloodied wrist was pressed to his mouth. He sucked greedily, holding onto the wrist as silent tears began to pour from his eyes. Gentle fingers, those which should have never been put onto a vampire's cold hand, wiped away the tears and ran warm fingertips through his hair.
King felt like vomiting as he drank more blood. Images began to flash through his mind; images of Zoe's face laughing, smiling, holding out her arms for Uncle King to pick her up; images of dear Abby, the mighty huntress who would have to deliver him and purge him from the cursed fate being forced upon him.
These images of fiery red hair, of doe brown eyes, of soft velvet brown locks, all made Hannibal begin to weep more. Those fingertips brushed them away as a soothing voice whispered, "There, there; we will be your new family, Hannibal King…I'm giving you a new life, a new chance at getting the best of a vampire's life. You were shown the worst, but what I can show you?"
A soft chuckle vibrated through the blood's owner as King suckled more like a hungry, deprived infant. But he slowly opened his eyes to stare up at bright red irises, gazing at him with intensity and lust.
"What I can show you King, is a world beyond that which your human mind can imagine. I can show you a world of pleasure, of conquest, and of strength…I'll bring you up like a warrior, and I will show you just how pleasurable giving into your vampire nature can be…oh yes, rest assured King; you will enjoy my company."
King glared at him before he closed his eyes and let one last tear fall while he detached his mouth from the life giving spring, a fountain of youth as one could almost describe, and fell unconscious in his chains.
Abby…I leave it to you now…hunt these bitches down…and show them what the Nightstalkers are really made of…make them bleed.
~II~
Drake stared at the unconscious man lying in his lap, stroking his fingers delicately through the blonde's hair before grinning, predatory and carnivorous. He licked his lips and fangs to gather the last taste of the blonde's blood.
He purred in delight; not only was the blonde powerful and worthy, he had just sweet tasting blood that it slid over his tongue like…that sweet that he couldn't think of…chocolate? Yes, that was it! Chocolate; his blood reminded him of the richness of the candy sweet.
Of course, as he was licking his wrist to heal the wound King had drank from, the queen stormed inside, her god awful hair spiked up and her hands on her hips. Her eyes were wide and his jaws open in a ferocious snarl.
"What are you doing, Drake? He was supposed to be mine, not yours! And now you have turned him far ahead of schedule," she snapped as her ass brother and the big brawny blonde walked in. the Pomeranian followed at his heels, opening its mouth to reveal the creepy tongue thing inside its mouth.
He glared at Danica before stating firmly, "I am ruler here, Danica; do not forget your place. Or else I'll have to teach you again where your place on the food chain is."
She gulped and flexed her jaw muscles before looking at King with calculating eyes. Her gaze roamed over his chest before meeting Drake's. It showed power and obvious fury in those dark depths, but he didn't care. He let his eyes bleed to golden amber to show his defiance. He was their King by right, by blood, and in power. Nobody could go against him; the only ones who could possibly stand a chance were Blade and King.
"Jarko!" she suddenly snapped, catching Drake's attention. The big dick stepped up beside her and she looked at him sideways, "please escort our little princess into here. I want poor little King to see her weeping face when the hunger wakes him."
"I specifically ordered that no one would touch King or the girl," Drake growled, suddenly glaring them down. The vampire's jumped, all but Danica, who glared at him even harder so as to drill a hole into his head. "She is my property, and if I have to cut your head off his a saw to get that across, I will do it gladly."
The vampires stared at him in fury before slowly backing away.
"Fine then, Drakey…we'll leave them alone for now. But bring that filth to the lab once you're done fucking with his corpse. He will sleep right through it all, so might as well have some fun with him," Danica snorted and stalked out of the room.
Drake was left sitting there, cussing the bitch out mentally before returning to stroking King's head. He faintly wondered what the hunter was dreaming of. He tilted his head curiously and slowly closed his eyes and submerged himself into the hunter's mind.
He saw a flash of light and was sent into the dream world of Hannibal King.
~II~
Wild: well kids, there you have the second chapter! I'd once again like to thank my first reviewer who managed to make me get my butt into gear to get this chapter finished today!
Aiya: yeah, she was lagging along since she also needs to try and get her Supernatural story's next chapter done too. But I got her going with a few whip lashes across the back *grins*
Wild: *sniffles* Abusive sister! Call 911!
Aiya: Yeah, cause they're about to help you, wimp! Anyway, thank you for reading, and we hope to see your review. Bah bye!
