Chapter 2: Curse Of The Past
It gets a bit more violent in this chapter. Just a warning.
Turbo sat on the throne while the king slept. He watched little Vanellope play with Gloyd. A racer that barely talked.. it is unknown if it was a type of disorder but he didn't look into it. He didn't care. There were young children that played with the princess. He could watch them all day for nostalgia's sake.
His mind went into the past. Before he entered the world of darkness and hungry for the blood. He was a racer. A strange looking, small racer but he loved to race with his brothers. He was the youngest, the twins were three years older then him.
He raced them and often won. He loved the attention he got from people that came to watch. Sadly it went to his head of course. He was young to and never really knew losing wasn't a bad thing. So when he lost, he usually sulked at the little house they lived.
They had no parents. Sadly abandoned when Turbo was a newborn. Maybe because they looked demonic. Born with yellow colored eyes. Their skin was a light grey color. The twins never spoke of what their parents were really like because of Turbo.
They had been abusive to the twins, sense they were 'demons'. They were forced into exorcisms, not let outside very often out of the parents shame. When Turbo's mother was pregnant she prayed Turbo would be human... but he wasn't. He was just like the monsters she had before. So they left them without a word. The boys were left to raise Turbo best they could. They changed their names. Nitro and Diesel.
Turbo grew and looked up to his brothers. He was a attention seeker and at times he was mean to the twins. He has a temper but in the end he loved them and they always knew he was sorry. They loved Turbo with their whole soul.
They earned money from the racing they did. Stole car parts and used them in their cars. They will marked Turbo and the Twins. Yellow Eyed Winners. Speed Demons. Many many more.
But the fame can only last so long until some young and stronger person takes your place and you are nothing but old news. New cars came in, new and better racers. It was all happening long before Turbo was ready. It made him fill with rage when the newer racers stole his thunder. He wouldn't let himself or the twins fall so he zoomed his car onto the track during the race and the next thing he knew he was in a hospital bed with twins looking down at him with such disappointment and sadness in their eyes.
That sealed the fall of the Turbo reign. He was seen as nothing but some jealous monster. He had sunk to the bottom.
He had thought that he managed to somehow show he was still great. He hadn't thought straight was all. But here he was, only seen as someone that was dangerous. The twins suffered to. "Why didn't you stop him?!" "You realize how insane he was" So on and so on it goes. They didn't know. How could they have.
Turbo sat alone in alleys, crying silently into the jumpsuit he had made himself. His belly remained a little pudgy. Even as the months went on and he didn't get any more food. They lost everything. Selling their cars out of desperation. They hated to see their beautiful cars go. "I promise I'll get them back..." Turbo had said. Somehow, someway he will get them back.
He had stolen a bottle of wine that night and drank himself until near black out. He walks around, not knowing or caring where he went. He pushed past anyone, ignoring them. He laughs to himself. He was far from home and the farther he got, the darker it became.
He saw a handsome man standing there, checking his watch. Turbo believed it was funny to take his wallet. He was drunk and dumb. He went at the man, taking hold of the wallet in his pocket and running away fast.. or at least what he thought was fast.
When he woke up he was in his pathetic excuse for a bed. How did he get back. "Felix found your drunk ass laughing like a psychopath in the worst part of town." Nitro said, coming in.
Felix was a handyman. He could fix anything. It was a amazing talent. Felix was young and already was making great money.
"He'd do that?" He asked himself, laying back down. The bed was sad. It was a kid size bed that had some springs sticking out of the mattress. Life is not good anymore to Turbo.. never will it be either. He had stolen money but can't remember who. It had over a hundred dollars and no matter what the twins or Felix said. Turbo said they'd spend it on the stuff they need. Food and of course clothing. At least Turbo thought a little straight.
But he cared little for the consequences that would come. He was walking alone, laughing to himself at a joke he thought of.
It happened quickly. The wind was knocked out of him like some unseen force hit him hard in the gut. He was knocked off his feet and fell over onto the ground, gasping in air. Something grabbed him and drags him away. "Heeeeeeelp!" Turbo called but he was gone.
He awoke in a soft bed that looked like it was made for a king. It was soft. He smiles. Then realized he was somewhere other then his home. He weakly got out of bed. He can smell food cooking. His stomach growled and he opens the door. He noticed his cloths were changed. A black sleeveless shirt and black pants with a red stripe down the side. His helmet was gone to. What the hell?
He walks down the spiral stairs and walks into a dining room with a table that seemed shortened. There high class food was. Hot and prepared. Turbo took a plate and put mostly meat on his plate, sat down on a chair and ate happily.
"Seems you like the food prepared for you." The voice caught him off guard and he looks to see a man standing there. "I've taken the liberty in washing the jumpsuit and helmet you are wearing. Soon it will be whiter then snow." Turbo looks at the man. Pale skin, almost white. The nails on his fingers were oddly sharp but look well tended to. He was a handsome sight much to Turbo's disapproval.
This surprised Turbo but he didn't question it. He stuffed himself with food and tea. He was so full and happy. "Never thought I'd ever dream of having a meal like this! What's the catch, come on.. what is the deal?"
"Do I truly need a reason to allow you to eat? The great Turbo deserves so much more then this." He sat beside him, watching him. "I know you have been treated so wrong all your life. Only fame helped you.. for a little while. Did the money serve you well that you stole?"
"You seem to know a lot.. Wait, what did you say about the money I stole?" He looks at the man. Those eyes looked into his, almost freezing him in place. He didn't know why the stare made him freeze. It scared him a little. He hated it, being fearful. He felt like a injured animal being cornered by a hungry predator.
"I am old. And have given myself a lot of thought and searched for the next in line. And I believe it to be you, hot headed and reckless as you are. You are a good challenge.. I am the one you took money from. Even though you were drunk, you had some courage and believed it to be funny. Maybe I am also doing this to see you suffer more. I guess you will find out later on... For now I am quite hungry." He grabs Turbo with a strength that the boy couldn't fight off no matter how hard he tried.
Turbo was full of food. The hypnotism broke when their eye contact broke. And he fought, kicking and punching, even biting. The clawed nails held Turbo down on the seat. Turbo screamed in rage and a slight hint of fear. "Let me go, you warthog!" He ordered, tiring himself out but something made him fight again.
The man's teeth bit right into his neck, causing Turbo to cry out in pain and he fought weakly. The feeling he felt was calming.. he was also feeling a tad bit of pleasure. It scared Turbo. His blood was being drank like he was a water fountain! Would that not scare anyone? Yet the feeling to accept his fate was there, the feeling that was pleasurable. He was getting weaker and weaker. He was pulled to the floor as his body slowly went limp.
Turbo looks at the other when he pulled back, seeing his blood sliding from the bloody lips and sharp fanged canines and down the chin. "What a fighter you are. I have never seen prey such as you fight so much to get me off. I drained your blood to the point of death.. If I leave you, you will not survive. Or you can choose to be the next in line. A new little vampire. Immortality."
He watched Turbo's tired eyes show a change in them. The change he wanted. The one every one he wished to turn. The eyes that want it, that need it. But Turbo was different. It was a need but also a look of uncertainty. "You will enjoy it. My little speed demon" He moves a claw to his left wrist and cut it open, letting the tainted blood drip onto Turbo's mouth that seemed to be long for it.
Turbo could only take the blood. He was so thirsty even after all he had drank. The vampire's wrist was put against the lips of the racer who latched right on, even but some. "Greedy aren't we?" The vampire asked with a smirk. He let Turbo drink a lot more blood then necessary. Making the boy strong. He forced his arm away finally.
Turbo breathes in and out deeply. Then pain came and he cries out, clawing at the floor. It hurt. Like something tore into his veins from the inside. Like he was being torn apart. He didn't know how long it was. Minutes, hours.. days?
He opens his eyes again and his vision became amazing. He could see so much better then before. His nails had changed. Everything about him has changed yet was the same ol' Turbo. He was very thirsty to. The blood had tasted so well to him. And he wanted more.
"You are awake I see. Come little Turbo, lets get you a little food shall we?" Came the voice of the man. His maker. His father.. Turbo rethought that and shook his head. He gets up from his bed, touching the side of the neck the man had bitten with his sharp fingers. The wound was gone. Only smooth skin. He willingly followed the man.
The hunt was the best thing he ever felt. It was as good as racing to him. He chased the man, loving his heart beating rapidly. Begging Turbo, screaming. Turbo finally caught up to him. The man kicked Turbo but the fledgling felt nothing put little taps. His teeth bit deeply into the man's neck without any thought other then filling his body. He drank the man and drops the bloodless body to the floor. "More.." Was what he said. He wanted more. He couldn't get enough.
The older vampire wraps his arms around Turbo. "Let us take care of the body first. You are to hide it, burn it.. make sure no one finds it or they find it long after you left town."
"Left town? What ever do you mean?"
"You cannot stay here forever. People will notice you. You will never age, never eat food.. people will figure out what you are." The vampire explains. "I will be leaving soon myself. You are a new vampire, enjoy your life. Your life will be everlasting, eternal. And throughout it you may turn others if you wish... Just think it through."
Throughout the days, Turbo was taught about this eternal life. The perks that come out of it and the bad. Turbo was a hunter, a apex predator. He loved the blood taste. He always came home to see the twins who noticed the change. The all noticed the change in Turbo.
It was two years sense that night. The vampire had long left young Turbo, telling him to leave soon. But Turbo didn't leave, refusing to. He stayed with the twins. Killed in secret, stole his prey's money and gave it to his twin brothers.
It was all fun.. well until he noticed the twins were getting older. But he wasn't. Felix was to. He was thinking of how to turn them so they could all be together. He was being greedy perhaps but like he cared. He didn't bother thinking it all through.
The twins were first. He didn't give them a choice. He attacked them, pinned them to the floor. Ignored their questioning and cries as he bit into one, drank then did to the other. He was amazed how great their blood was. They tasted like one being. They couldn't fight Turbo even if they wanted to. They cried silently.
Turbo forced them to drink his blood, turning them against their will. They were left to turn. Turbo got weaker from them having his blood, But he wanted to get to Felix before the night was through. His dear little Felix.
Felix was at home, tired from working. Fixing a building wasn't as easy as he made it look. He was sitting in his chair. He heard a knock at the door and gets up reluctantly. He opens the door and saw Turbo. Seeing red on his lips and some on his shirt. "Turbo, oh my land! What's happened to you?!" He asked, letting Turbo come on.
Turbo walks in and looks at Felix with a grin, showing yellow teeth strained with some blood. "Let's just say I .. bit off more then I could chew" He laughs some at the pun. Felix went into the bathroom, getting a cloth. He wipes Turbo's mouth. "Is this your blood Turbo? You don't have any cuts." Felix was concerned.
"Ever thought of being immortal, Felix? Like never getting sick or dying?"
Felix was confused but shook his head. "No. I mean, I never had time to think of it. Why ask? Are you okay Turbs?" The gloved fingers press against his lips, silencing him. Turbo licks his lips, his fangs itching for another bite. He was weak but he didn't want to wait. He was a little scared about something happening if he waited.
"I am looking for a few companions... you can see I've indeed changed. Well it is because I became great. The most powerful creature in the town if not the world. I am hungry and I don't want you to die of any sickness or old age Felix."
Felix backed away. "Turbo, you're mad. You speak non sense.. please Turbo. Stop the non sense." He didn't understand. He was starting to get scared. Turbo was gone and the light turned on suddenly. He turns to see Turbo had turned on the light. He backed away quickly, tripping over the little table and falling onto his back. "Ah" Turbo moves toward him, getting on all fours, claws digging into the floor. "Turbo..." He looks at the cut on his arm. He was confused. There was a plate that seemed to have broken. Some blood slid down his arm. "Oh boom.." He cursed.
Turbo had crawled over Felix, licking at the cut. Felix tried to back away but the hand grabs his arm roughly, hearing him make a threatening growl that reminded him like some animal. Felix was pushed down easily and Turbo licks at the handyman's neck, teeth grazing at him. "Tu-Turbo plea-" He words were cut off when pain shot through him.
Turbo started to drink Felix's blood without thinking. He ignored Felix's cries. His prey's cries and begging him to let go. Turbo came to his sense and he pulls away quickly. He was shocked. What had happened? Felix was there, so pale and looking dead. If it wasn't for a very slow heart beat Turbo would think he had killed Felix. Had he taken to much. He kneels down to Felix, cutting his own neck and pulling the mortal handyman's body to him. He could feel Felix's fear. He helped Felix drink from his neck. Turbo didn't care how weak he became.
He let Felix drink as much as Turbo could give until Turbo himself was laying down and Felix was standing up, looking down at Turbo with mixed emotions. Confusion, happiness, sorrow.. maybe some anger. Felix picks up Turbo almost like Turbo was a mortal himself and lays him down in the chair. "Turbo.. what have you done?" He asked finally. Then Felix was holding himself as the pain hit him like a train.
He was turning and he cries out, hitting his fists into the floor. He could only take it. Turbo watched him weakly change. "I think we all need to hunt later on.." He slowly got up. He picks up Felix, using all his strength and walks back toward his shack of a house. The twins were there, shaking with some fear, holding each other.
"We can all be together. I am sure we'd all make a good little team." Turbo puts Felix down.
When they were all ready, Turbo brought them out. They had hunted out of necessity while Turbo greedily hunted for his enjoyment. Felix had become a gentle one. He didn't like to harm others. So Turbo at times had to share some of his blood with Felix when Felix looked really hungry.
The twins kept to themselves but always hunted and shared together. The town became a dark place. People were starting to believe that the demons were here. Turbo had finally said they could leave. But Turbo would have one more kill... just one more before leaving.
The one that stole his thunder paid for it. Turbo had tore anyone apart in his way with his claws and teeth. So when he saw his main course he looked like some feral monster. He growls and grins insanely. "Turbo-tastic night isn't it?!" He grabs the man and made his death painful.
He used the man as his scratching post, clawing into him and biting him. His screams were the best pleasure he ever had. Blood splattering all over the vampire. Turbo drank only some of his blood here and there but dared not take all of it.
Even after the heart has stopped, Turbo tore into him, making sure nothing and no miracle would save this man. "Tell Hell Turbo sent you ha ha ha!" He laughs psychotically and threw the body out the window. A loud thud and car alarms went off as Turbo left, blood trailing behind him. Text written in blood was on the wall: Turbo-Tastic
He left with the twins and Felix. Nitro and Diesel long knew what Turbo had planned but they knew they couldn't stop him no matter what they tried. Felix looks down.
"I'm leaving, Turbo.." Felix said. Which caught the boy off guard. "I want to see the world... and do it on my own. I will return some day I promise." He left Turbo that same night and didn't look back.
The twins had also decided later they wanted to live on their own. Turbo had pleaded with them all to stay. But they left him alone. What had he done? They couldn't just leave because of wanting to. He had to have done something...
He hated being left alone but he slowly accepted it. He wondered the streets alone. Years past. Turbo became a thing of the past, a ghost story. They barely even were accurate on what he had looked like. Turbo was either a monster in one story, a demon in the other, a car, a spirit... it gets funner and funner.
He was getting bored and finally thought of something. He came to a island known as Sugar Rush island on his many travels.. And there he had found a Prince Candy that he believed he could get everything from later on in the puny mortal's life.
He had at times called to the twins and Felix in some towns. But there was never any answer. He was left alone. He had one idea. To become royal. He'd have anything and everything he wants, subjects. Of course the king would have authority but Turbo could still enjoy himself. Why not?
He just waited. Coming back every few years to watch the prince grow into a king. Fall in love, fight in wars. How time flies with puny mortals. With each war. Turbo had a buffet on dying mortals. All you could eat. So it was great. And no one would be the wiser. And if any did survive, people would believe it was some hallucination.
Turbo's yellow eyes glowed as he watched the king. He had a daughter when he came back again. A small little brat. No mother, just the king and servant 'Sour' Bill taking care of her.
He watched the king grow old. Not to old. But his hair was going white, losing the brown slowly. But the smile that was always cheerful never left. Turbo's plan was going great.. well until he figured out the king was getting closer to the Reaper. Death was nipping at his heels. And within one day, Turbo's plans almost went down hill.
Bandits or whoever had heard the weak king dying and strikes like cockroaches to a snack. They beat the king but Candy killed a few before going down.
Turbo stood in the door way and the old king and his own eyes met. He attacked the enemies in a rage. Their cries went unheard as he snaps their necks or tears them open fatally with his claws. He looks down at the coughing king, ignoring the blood that he had coughed up. Picks him up and places him on the bed. And sinks into the dark of the room.
"Pleathse. 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?" He replied. He guessed the king couldn't smell the blood or had the strength to see the bodies that were around the room.
"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." He steps out of the darkness, showing himself. The king seemed to use all his power to focus. He was sure the king was in awe on how he looked. He held his helmet under his arm. But when his yellow eyes showed, the king shook. He was scared, he could smell it even with the death that was coming off him. "You seem scared my king.. Hmm?"
"I am scared." Was his reply "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"
That made Turbo laugh. Souls? Taking them? As if he could do that. He drinks people's blood dry but don't take their soul. Some people did say blood was soul but he didn't really believe it to be so."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." He walks over to him and his fingers touch over the king's lips softly. How weak this once youthful boy was now.
"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."
"How do you know..? I couldn't have been watched by you...? 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 the other's body and feeling gently. One of his ribs were broken it seems. The stupid men had sped up the king's death. If Turbo hadn't come when he did his plan would be shot. He would love to drag those idiots back from Hell and kill them again and maybe use their own swords to kill them!
"I want the death you wish to give me." Was what broke Turbo's dark thoughts. It was the only answer he needed. The king wanted the death Turbo was willing to give him.
His head leaned in, lips and teeth on the soft neck, nibbling about until he found what he was looking for. The jugular vein. His canines grew a bit and they sunk into the skin with ease. The blood poured into his mouth and Turbo was amazed by the taste. It was different then what he normally drank. The blood was like the most greatest thing a vampire could ever drink. How Turbo deserved this all.
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. It was so hard to let his prey go. His dear little meal. But he did finally. The king was dying. Turbo was enjoying the royal blood that went into his veins, making himself feel like royalty himself.
He took a sharpened nail to cut the side of his neck. He still had the strength to turn others. He was happy about it. He pulls the weak king to his neck and let him drink from him. The little king sucks on his neck, trying to get more blood out and Turbo kept himself from gasping out in some pain.
Turbo pushed the king off gently when he was sure he had enough and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing quietly. He saw the king slowly change. Noticing him not crying out. A look of pain did show but no screams like Felix or the twins had. Perhaps it was because the king had endured enough pain in his life and didn't feel as much. A strong fledgling and a royal one. Now Turbo had done it. He can start over, be someone amazing again. Power, wealth, attention. It was going to be a great thing!
He fed the king his own blood for the next night. He had told the guards and everyone to look past the king's change. Sour Bill glared up at the new man but said nothing. Vanellope loved her father all the more after his change. Turbo glares at Vanellope at times, not liking her. She could easily try to kick him out of the kingdom when she was older. And thought of just drinking her dry. But he couldn't otherwise the hard work he did would be lost. King Candy would kick his ass out.
The king refused to drink from his subjects no matter what Turbo tried to say or do. So the two vampires went to different islands and hunted. Turbo wasn't the best teacher. To him it was, eat and kill and throw the body in the sea. The king buried the bodies though. "I do thisth only for Vanellope, Turbo" He had said. Turbo just didn't understand it..
He was assigned at times to play with Vanellope. And believe me Turbo wanted to kill her more and more. But after months of being forced to play with her he finally started to warm up to her. Sure he had a attitude and told the king he was going to eat her if she did something he hated. But he got close to Vanellope.
"Turbo, come on big brother. Lets go play with the Laffy Taffy! They love your hair cut!"
"You mean they love to laugh at it. If they laugh at it one more time I will make sure they go extinct!" He hated those vines. But went with her. He had a great life here and sure rumor spread of the king being cursed by the demon that stayed in the castle.
There were talks of another war but Turbo was ready. He would love to fight and take prey. King Candy was invincible now and no mortal could stand up to him. Turbo knew the king would want to turn his daughter some day. But Turbo had to convince him to turn her when she is older. He didn't want Vanellope to be forever in a child's body and neither did the king. So it was decided and if Vanellope wished it, they would do it.
For now Turbo watched her play with the other children. Gloyd stood out among the rest next to Taffyta. Turbo sat on King Candy's throne while the king slept. Sour Bill looks at Turbo. "Who did you kill last night?" He asked in his usually dull and sarcastic tone.
"Someone you need not care about, Bill. Enough of your superstitious whining." Turbo said coldly. Sour Bill was a superstitious man. And knew what Turbo was and what he had done to his king.
"You cursed him, demon. But I do have no say. It's to late now. Do you want something?" He asked.
"How about your head on a candy cane spear?!" He whispers so the children wouldn't hear. "I would like a smoothie and a plate of cookies for the dirty haired brats." The kids ran right up to Turbo and hugs him. "GAH! Get off get off!" He yelled as if in pain. Love is not fun for Turbo..
Meanwhile another figure watched the castle from the dark. A pair of eyes. Two creatures. They knew he was there...
==End of Chapter 2==
Longest chapter I've ever done. Hope you enjoyed!
