Previously. . .
Vlad woke up only a minute or two after he had successfully impregnated the three with his blood, he placed a hand on his head only he couldn't find his head! Panicked, he jumped up and looked in the mirror on the far left side of the mystic room. He gasped as he had saw what had become of him, he was a ghost. His face was a light shade of blue and his eyes had no sclera; they were a solid red. His hair was black and fashioned in a pointed "U" shape ontop of his head while the rest layed down flat in back. That's when he heard a soft groan right behind him. There, the young and tiny girl with black hair, pale skin and dressed in a strapless soft blue dress no longer existed. Instead a girl with snow white hair pulled back into a low ponytail, light ivory skin and a black and silver jumpsuit with DP written on her chest, sat up in her casket and rested her head in her small palm and let out a small groan.
"Where am I?" She spoke kindly, and looked at Vlad.
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The young girl stared at him in complete befuddlement, what happened? Her thoughts running wild. The last thing she remembers is screaming as pain had pierced through her neck in one giant slit. The juvenile touched her neck as she recalled the dreadful memory; only to find a collar covering the afflictive scar. She then noticed her luminous, gloved hand and erect it in front of her face. The girl looked at the front and back of her appendage in complete awe and nearly jumped as she locked her focus on her other hand. The young, adolescent then gazed down at herself and nearly screamed. Her attire had completely changed from her strapless blue dress to a two piece shirt and pant set that exposed her midriff. Her top was something that she would never wear when she was still alive; It was a long-sleeve black and silver inverted top, that slashed a bright sterling color across her right shoulder to about mid-torso, where it met the black; in the dead center of her chest, was a strange symbol. DP. God knows what that meant. It also occurred to her that her gloves were on the opposite colors of the sleeves; Silver on black and black on silver. Her lumious eyes then traveled down to the bottom half she is presently clothed in; her agleam pants were aphotic with lustrous streaks running down the sides to meet a pair of matching, bulky shoes.
"What happened to me?" She asked and looked up at Vlad.
"NO, NO! STOP! STOP! I-I'M SORRY!" A young boy's voice exploded throughout the room, a kick and a scream came from the coffin beside the youthful girl's before a boylike figure shot up in his coffin; with a beat of sweat dripping off his forehead. The girl's eyes nearly fell out of her head as she saw her double. Why does he look like me? He's even dressed like me! She thought, eyeing at his attire.
"Wh-why do you look like me?" The girlish adolescent sputtered, not believing her eyes.
"What? Why do you look like me?" He bored at her with a burning stare, as he eyed her small and fragile body. The teenager then looks up at the vampire-like creature just staring at them, like they weren't real. Like this wasn't happening. The young, 12-year-old just eyed the slightly older second self.
"I asked you first," she mumbled and glanced at the coffin beside the boy. "And, I'm guessing you and me aren't alone." She pointed to the dark oak casket behind him. He spun himself around, boosting himself onto his knees and leaning over the edge of his coffin; just to peer at the herculean, muscle man lying dead still in his burial chamber. He was different from him and the young girl he had just met a second ago. Insead of messy ashen hair, it was a flowing array of pasty flames. Actual flickering flames. He shook his head and appraised the rest of his twin's body; his skin was a cold shade of blue, like it was lifeless. Like he was never resurrected. The older twin was wearing a similar apparel very much to the style him and girl were wearing, a one-piece black and silver jumpsuit and had that DP symbol on his chest. What does it mean? The boy thought, and saw the black cape he was wearing. WHAT?! He gets a cape, how is that fair? The able-bodied man suddenly jolted up from returning to his body. The young girl choked on her own breath as the teenager jumped and fell out of his casket. The 12-year-old adolescent just stared at the older man in complete admiration. She had no idea why, there was something about him that was so capitvating yet hazardous. One ability she had always envyed. It pissed her off to know that a man of his fine nature contained those abilities; her face curled in a sly smile as she envisioned herself containing those capabilities. Only, If only. She thought to herself. The eldest of the three doppelgangers groaned as he buried his face in his hands, I can't believe it. I'm back on this retched planet. . . again. He thought, then jumped out of his casket and flung it across the room; almost hitting Vlad.
"GOD DAMMIT!" He screamed and punched the grey, stone wall as hard as he could; cracking the wall into debris. He then slammed his fists into the wall and sobbed faintly. Why would someone want me back? I have no purpose in this life form. . . He thought, his mind racing with apalling thoughts. He slowly turns around to face the other three prescences in the room. They all looked like him, except. . . Except him. The eldest doppelganger flung himself across the room and smashed Vlad's body against the wall. Compressing the air out of his throat with the side of his arm, and barricading any oxygen from entering.
"Why did you bring me back?!" He growled at the mad genius. Vlad just frown at the strong man. "ANSWER ME!" Pressing more of his arm into his neck, snaring his long and pointed fangs.
"I didn't believe it would actually work. . . Yet, here you stand before me. As my creation." He choked out, enclosing both hands on his broad arm. The herculean man glared back at him with wide, blood red eyes.
"I don't believe you. Why would you bring me back? And for what?! Some pathetic little science experiment?!" He slammed into him more; pissed off beyond belief.
"If you would just let me breathe, I would explain more thorough." He gave the strong man a solemn glare, as did he return one as well. It was a tense moment in the dungeon-like room, the young girl and the teen could feel it. It was all because of the Creator and the eldest of the Creations.
"Fine," He pulled his arm away and let the silvered hair genius breathe for a moment, but the fiery-haired creation slammed his arm back on his throat. "But, if you happen to lack off, that wall won't be the only thing that's getting smashed." He waited until the message sunk into Vlad's thick skull before removing himself from his pipe; hopefully for the last time. The young, bloosming girl watched her shadow twin in complete abhorrence. I can't believe that he would do that to an old man! Such ruthlessness. Yet, it is somewhat villainous and accelerating. And I kinda like it. She thought, and crossed her arms as he leaned against the door frame and brushed dust off his cape.
"What I'm sure you can recollect, is that you have all died. How? I have no idea, nor is it any of my business," All the reanimated creations scowled at the sentiment their Reanimator had created. "I don't expect to share mine either, but that doesn't mean that you can't trust me. Or trust each other, it's actually extremely esscential in your survival," The fiery-haired character glanced across the room and caught the teenager's stare, he straightened his sloppy posture; without taking his eyes off the careless teen. The minor quickly shifted his gaze back to Vlad and brushed the back of his head with his palm.
"I barely trust you, what makes you think I trust these little runts," The annoyed apparition snarled at his creator.
"Because you'll need each other in the future, all three of you will be working together as part of my plan." He glared the demonic looking spirit.
"Feh. Like I'll do anything you tell me to do."
"GOD! Would you shut the freak up!" The little girl shouted as she began floating out of her coffin. "Let the man talk, will ya." The muscular man's eyes flashed a bright red and bared his fangs at the small girl. Vlad cleared his throat; interrupting the man's aggressive gestures.
"Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, my wife has created this project to rise the breathless and change their DNA code to become immuned, to death itself. But, due to her recent passing, she had left the entire assignment under my care. I have made several personal additions to the project, instead of granting you the gift of Immortality, I have simply brought you back using my ameliorated blood," He sighs and crosses his arms, like he absolutely abhorred what he was about to say. "Apparently, something had went horribly wrong and must have altered with your reawakening."
"But. . . We're still mortal, right? I mean, we still age, don't we?" The young teen asked, hugging his right knee.
"I don't know. I'm just as bewildered as you."
"So, this plan, what do you want us to do?" The floating adolescent asked, looking a bit aggravated.
"I was getting to that, what I have planned is. . ." Vlad trailed off, he seems to be in deep thought. The young, ghost-like girl raised an eyebrow as she saw this, he sighed as his features sagged for a moment and looked at the three creations. I'm gonna have to, I have no other choice. He thought sadly.
"The plan, is to make as many allies in the course of 3 years."
"Why? Why should-" The fiesty one started in an irked tone.
"Because," Vlad barked. "I told you to."
"But, why do you want us to make allies? What for?" The skinny teen asked, a little tense.
"Do you trust me?" Vlad asked abruptly, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" He recasted, smiling cunningly.
"Umm. . . I guess," He said; dubious.
"Sure. Ask the kid, he'll give ya the answer you want," The shadowy figure smirked.
"Why do you have to be so bitter? You should be grateful that he brought someone like back for a second chance." The small, silver-haired girl says audaciously.
"Grateful?" He laughed, insane like. "I left this world at intentionally. Not that you're old enough to know what that means. . ."
I know, I know. But I'm a very slow writer, but with back to school and homework, I barely have time to breathe. So don't expect me to update ever other day.
