Inject thy head with lies
Queen Elizabeth pulled her housecoat on tighter, brushing her straight, dark brown hair out of the way; her amber eyes sparkled with worry as she glanced out the window. "It's almost three o' clock in the morning." Her voice sounded isolated and frightened at the same time, "Phil, I'm scared."
"Don't worry, your majesty." Phil said quietly, though, he was doing the exact opposite of his advice, "I-I'm sure everything is just fine…"
"You seem very sure." Elizabeth stated sarcastically and the tiny fairy shook his head, resting against the back of the couch. "The werewolf should be back in his human form by now… This isn't right! BESIDES, I specifically told Drake not to go out there, even if he had IDEAS!" Phil glanced over to her and opened his tired mouth, but the queen continued on, "He knows that full moons are dangerous! WHY WOULD HE GO OUT THERE?"
"Madam, if I have permission to speak…" The fairy said dully and the queen nodded her head, "Young Drake wasn't ever one to follow the rules, perhaps it is time to tell your son the truth about his uncle."
Elizabeth's amber eyes widened, "Y-You mean-"
"Yes, I do." Phil stated firmly with a simple nod, "You need to tell Drake that his uncle is a werewolf, we wouldn't want history to repeat itself do we? Besides, who knows, before Scar had left, Drake could have saw him leaving and went with…"
"But why would Scar want Drake to be with him?" The queen's normally friendly eyes tightened with rage and the fairy shook his head.
"Forgive me, I must have not been clear… Drake must have seen his uncle leaving and trailed behind him. Scar was unknowingly followed." Phil replied and Elizabeth shook her head out of disgust.
"Well, I guess Drake knows now…" Her amber eyes glanced out the window again and she sighed heavily, "He is never going to forgive me…"
"Yes, he probably saw his uncle as the werewolf, but honestly, how would he have gotten away?" Phil asked and Elizabeth's eyes widened, "Your son… he may be the new werewolf."
Rain drizzled from the dark and gloomy sky as the young boy's head rolled from side to side, his face getting pelted with little raindrops. Drake Ashburn lay at the bottom of an awfully deep hole and his amber eyes fluttered open, fixating on the sky…observing everything above him with such excellence that it frightened him. The boy groaned and placed his hands on his sides, preparing himself to sit up, but instead the mud from the rain seeped through his fingers. "Ugh." He groaned, but didn't bother to move them away from the mud; he had absolutely no strength left. "H-Help…" The boy's voice grew horse and there was a sharp pain in the back of his throat that penetrated all the way down, making his lungs freeze. "Help…" The boy tried again, this time, he somewhat found his voice, but if anyone had been passing by, they still wouldn't have heard it.
Allowing a simple cough to escape his dry lips, the boy sat up slowly and leaned his back against the muddy walls. How did this happen? Drake thought as his amber eyes scanned the deserted area, looking for clues that would jog his memory.
The memories have been completely erased from his mind, of course, he knew who he was, what his status in the society was, but anything that happened since passing out in the castle, he couldn't remember. Glancing down at his hands he noticed that his usual light olive skin tone, was now pale white, and a hooded figure popped into memory, making remembrance flood back to his blurry mind:
As the boy ran from the shapeshifters in the night, everything felt completely still, though, something had told him to look up and once he did, he saw a hooded figure standing by the sealed gate. His electric blue eyes frightened the boy, the crooked smile making him think he was up to no good, and his pale white skin making Drake think he just wasn't human. All the boy could hear was his heavy breathing not even the sounds of growling mattered.
Once the kid observed all those things, his foot caught hold of a root that stuck out from the ground, and as he plummeted head first into the hole, in slow motion, he couldn't help but think that no matter how many times he's escaped death, it was now coming back to bite him. As the young prince hit the bottom, he remembered that everything was nice and easy, a cracking noise approached his ears, and then… he was gone…
Lightening grabbed the attention of the young boy and he shook his head, his amber eyes fixated on the pale white pigment he had for skin, "I died?" He asked out loud, but to no one in particular, and watched, as the rain had gotten heavier. Staring up at the sky, Drake observed that his vision had become so spectacular and sharp, that he could see each and individual raindrop. His pale hands grabbed hold of the unsteady dirt around him and he tried to pull himself up, but the rain made everything fall apart easily, "…NO." He groaned and felt tremendously weak as he allowed himself to fall backwards, his head resting against the dirt gently. "HELP!" He yelled as the rain hit his face and watched as lightening illuminated overhead. "ANYBODY!" He cried and shook his head, his bangs hanging in his amber eyes. "Help…"
There was a moment of silence, but through the constant noise of rain and thunder, the boy could hear footsteps walk over to the hole, and weirdly enough, the prince had hope, "Drake." A horse voice approached Drake's ears and he saw his uncle Scar standing there, cocking his head to the side our of pure confusion. The lanky man's clothes were ripped, blood spread across his face and Drake's eyebrows scrunched together. Why did he look that way? He thought as he got to his feet. "What have you done?"
"W-What?" Drake asked and shook his head continuously, "I- I don't remem-" Going into somewhat of a trance, his eyes fixated on the blood that was on his uncles face, then his eyes moved down to a giant vain in the lanky man's neck, all he heard was a heartbeat, but that's all he wanted to hear...
"YOU KILLED YOUR OWN FATHER." Scar growled and this snapped Drake out of his trance rather quickly, "What is your MOTHER going to think?"
"W-WHAT?" Drake asked, and remembered last nights events quite well… running through the forest, practically leading his father to his own death… distracting him, not intentionally of course, and watching as the werewolf jumped out from the bushes and ripped him to pieces. "NO!" He screamed and shook his head over and over, tears spilling from his eyes. "NO!"
"You…. KILLED him." He growled and Drake shook his head again, unable to believe that his father was actually dead.
"W-WHAT SHOULD I DO?" the young boy asked, giant tears spilling down his face as Scar stuck his hand out for his nephew to grab. The prince grabbed a hold of his uncle's hand, and when his deranged uncle pulled his nephew up he let go of it quickly, shaking his head in a rather disappointing way.
"Run… Run away, Drake." He said in a soft, yet persuasive voice, "Run away and never return." The boy's eyes widened, but he nodded his head knowing that he wasn't welcomed here anymore, that he was responsible for his own father's death. Scar watched as his nephew began running away rather slowly due to being exhausted and once the three shapeshifters approached behind him, the lanky man grinned sinisterly and looked back at them. "Kill him." He said lightly and the shapeshifters phased into their wolf forms, holding sticks that were dipped in poison.
Growling entered the young boy's ears and he turned his head quickly seeing the shapeshifters following him. His eyebrows scrunched together as a different kind of smell entered his nose, though, he couldn't tell exactly what it was, and it just smelled dangerous.
Instead of stopping and fighting back, Drake continued to run for their own amusement, but once they grew closer and closer, instincts took over and Drake jumped into the air, leaping over obstacles that he never knew he could even jump over and in a blink of an eye, he noticed that he was right by the sealed gate. Quickly, his hands grabbed hold of it, jiggling the handle, but it wouldn't open… so instead, he leapt into the air, landing perfectly on top of the iron gate and his amber eyes glanced back at the kingdom. This isn't a home anymore… He thought, and took a step forward into mid air, landing on the green grass of the human world… A deranged world.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?" Jason asked while phasing back into his human form, "HOW DID HE RUN OVER THERE SO QUICK?"
"I told you there's somethin' freaky about him." Ashton replied he too phased back into his human form, dropping the sticks on the ground, "From the moment he hit me with that fifty pound branch, I knew there was somethin' up."
"I really doubt it was fifty pounds." Jason rolled his eyes and Ashton shoved his little brother. "WHAT? He can't help it if you're a wimp!"
"Oh, I'll show yah a wimp…" The eldest brother muttered while shaking his fist.
"HEY." Ed screamed and the two brothers raised their eyebrows, staring over to him, "WE GOTTA TELL SCAR HE LEFT!"
Ashton and Jason shook their heads at the same time, both their eyes widening, "NO!" They exclaimed and Ed took cover due to their outbursts, "I-I mean… He can't know we lost the kid again… this is like... the eight thousandth time!" Jason frowned and kicked a rock into a nearby pond.
"T-Then what do we say exactly?" Ashton asked his brother and watched as a shadow loomed over them when the lightening struck, "H-Hi Scar…"
"SCAR…" Ed and Jason said at the same time. The lanky man's light green eyes poured into the three shapeshifters and he carried his duffle bag around his shoulder, pulling out normal looking clothes and a towel to wipe the dried blood off.
"Is it done?" He asked with a repulsive smile, "Is my nephew finally dead? Gone forever?"
The three exchanged looks with one another, and added at the same time a "YES."
"Good." The new king grinned and looked down at the three of them, "Let's go home boys…"
Victoria, Nick and Ayden all stayed close in one line, standing on the soaking wet lawn, watching as Elizabeth, Isabelle, Opal and Phil spoke with one another in a circle. The queen looked quite upset and kept moving her hands as she spoke to the others around her. "What do you think happened?" Ayden whispered, watching as Victoria and Nick glanced over to him, "I mean… They're saying Drake ran out there…"
"That blood made him crazy, that's what happened!" She stated and shook her head, "He shouldn't have EVER drank that."
"W-What did he drink?" Nick asked with wide ice blue eyes and Victoria shook her head, finding herself unable to talk… she wouldn't be able to talk until her friend was right beside her again…
"He drank vampire blood, Nick." Ayden replied and watched as the boy's eyes widened even more, "We think it turned him into a loon, but you can't tell anyone… got it?"
"My lips are sealed." He nodded and tears began to form in Victoria's eyes as she watched two figures appear from the forest. It looked like Scar carrying a rather muscular body, and the lovely brunette somewhat pictured her friend to be walking behind them.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Elizabeth exclaimed, running towards Scar , clutching her robe closed. "I-IS HE ALRI-"
"Elizabeth." Scar said softly, sliding the former king off his back gently, "It pains me to say this, but the king is dead." She shook her head over and over, as if unable to comprehend it. He was there, and suddenly he wasn't? "And your son…"
"PLEASE…" She exclaimed, clutching Scar by his hands, "TELL ME HE'S OK. I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE NEWS HAVING TO DO WITH DEATH…"
Scar put forth his best acting face and his arms silently wrapped around the former queen, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth…" He replied in the same voice, "But he has been murdered as well."
"MURDERED?" She asked and shoved him away from her, "I thought you had done this!"
The lanky man's bright green eyes widened and a hurt expression formed over his features, "Now, Elizabeth. I may be blinded by rage as a werewolf, but I do know what my targets are." He paused and watched as she almost collapsed out of pure pain, "Everyone was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone murdered the king and prince, and I will get down to the bottom of it, believe me... this was my brother and nephew after all."
Victoria eyed them from across the lawn, and her mother kept her arms around both children. The young girl observed how broken the queen looked, and her light blue-green eyes fixated on the king, from there, she knew he was dead. "W-What about Drake, mom?" Victoria asked with a frown and Isabelle shook her head, watching as Scar picked the king's limp body off the wet ground, and he and Elizabeth came back.
Phil, Opal and Ayden frowned, while Isabelle cried and held her children tight, "The king is dead…" Scar announced over to everyone and they all bowed their heads, "And as for young Drake… there was blood everywhere, I believe an animal must have taken his small body off somewhere… He's dead as well."
The brunette's heart sank and Victoria's eyes widened as she watched everyone break down right in front of her. "NO…" She whispered and broke free of her mothers grasp. "DRAKE!"
"VICTORIA!" Isabelle screamed, and Scar placed the king down, chasing after the little girl so Isabelle could watch after her other child.
"DRAKE!" Victoria shouted again and finally collapsed on the wet ground. Feeling hands come around her to try and pick her up she screamed at the top of her lungs, shoving whoever was trying to take her away from the grass. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Victoria, your mother is hurting enough, you don't want her to be upset about you running off all alone as well, do you?" Scar asked and Victoria shook her head, feeling somewhat guilty for not putting a stop to Drake drinking the blood herself, but she was just so shocked as how much he was downing… "Come now…"
"NO." She yelled and shoved him away from her again, "DON'T TOUCH ME."
"I'm sure Drake would want you to go inside." He said softly and her puffy red eyes glanced up at Scar, "He wouldn't want you out here all by yourself, making the same mistakes he did… that'd be tragic." With a reluctant nod of her head, Scar picked her up because she decided that walking was not something she was willing to do right now, and he headed back towards the castle, passing Elizabeth who had been hugging the body of her dead husband, crying.
The brunette frowned and her mother's eyes watched as Scar carried off her little girl into the castle, while keeping a strong hold on Nick. Ayden, however, his eyes looked sad as he frowned and little tears spilled from his eyes, she could tell even if the rain was pouring against his light olive skin.
Out in the forest area, in a little hut, Asaka grew dreary and knew something was wrong because the winds have changed. While walking over to her table of magic, she picked up different potions and carefully mixed them, only to find out the terrible news.
Her dreadlocks fell into her face as small tears escaped her dark eyes and she shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest, "Oh James, what have you left us wit?" She asked and glanced over to a picture she drew of the prince. She had only seen him once or twice, but had a great feeling about him ever since he was born. The feeling stated that he would be a strong, excellent and fearless leader… though, sometimes, visions can fool a person.
Reluctantly, she swiped a dark hand over Drake's drawn picture and a small teardrop fell from her dark eyes. "You had big plans, my boy." She talked to the picture, as if he would hear her, "But it is all too late now, you are gone and in de heavens wit de king." A simple sigh escaped her lips and her dark eyes glanced out the window, "Unless der is some miracle you escaped deat, we are all doomed."
As Drake ran from the kingdom gates, he sprinted until he found himself far enough to where he could actually breathe again. Without realizing it, he came face to face with a massive amount of trees and he figured that he was in the human's forests, but their forests were much more normal and safer.
Breathing heavily, his sharp eyes scanned the area, though; they started becoming more and more clear and extraordinary, making his head pound, everything was almost too fine. Creatures of the night walked around him and his acute hearing made him growl and yell out in pain as he shut his eyes tightly. "MAKE IT STOP!" Drake screamed and his pale hands came up covering his ears and finding that his legs were growing weaker and weaker every second. The sounds of hooves stampeded all around him and the young boy's amber eyes popped open as a feeling of thirst washed through his entire body, making the back of his throat burn with want and desire. A tingling feeling swept through his mouth, and then the worst part was yet to come… The young boy's canine teeth were being yanked and practically pulled, it felt as if a dentist took a wrench and started pulling at ones teeth without numbing the gums. A blood-curdling scream escaped from Drake and his knees met the ground as he placed his pale hands over his mouth.
The pain was so excruciatingly agonizing that it made him blind to the life all around him, the only thing he was able to focus on was the burning and constant hammering inside his body as it went through different phases and changes. Feeling as his entire body hit the ground, tears rolled down the young boy's face as he started screaming again and moving his body in an uncontrollable way. "M-MAKE IT STOP... PLEASE!" He shook his head quickly, his hands starting to tremble from the constant throbbing and suddenly everything subsided in an instant, allowing him to breathe again.
Drake panted heavily and decided to lay there, that getting up right this instant wasn't worth it. Feeling around his mouth with his tongue, the young boy came across two long, razor sharp teeth and he gasped as a chill ran up his spine. What is going on? He thought with slight frustration and the sound of feet shuffling in the leaves were behind him, making his body tense and sit up slowly, "Um… Hello?" A female asked while cautiously walking over to the ten-year-old boy, who continued to sit and stare ahead. Her brown eyes fixated on the back of the boy's head and her heart began pounding in her chest, he heard it perfectly... "Honey… are you lost? I'm camping… just over there…" She pointed, but he still didn't turn around. "Sweetie, do you want to tell me your name?"
"My name…" He started to say slowly, and she nodded, watching as he got up at a regular human's pace. Once he turned to look at her, looking completely normal, she calmed down, though there was something in his eyes that still had her on edge. Ignoring the name question he smirked a crooked smile and began walking towards her, his amber eyes fixated on her creamy neck, hearing her heart beat faster and faster. "What's that smell?"
"W-What smell?" She asked hesitantly with confused eyes as she started backing up, but in an instant, he was right in front of her. This caused her to stumble backwards but he grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her towards him with inhuman strength. "KID, W-WHAT ARE YOU-"
"Don't worry." He said soothingly and interrupted her as the woman's eyes widened with fear, "It'll all be over soon..." And with that, he jumped on her, sinking his teeth into her neck and sucking out the blood. The only thing that escaped out of her mouth was a blood curdling scream, but even that was short lived as her limp, shriveled up, body fell to the ground, and the young boy lifted his head, smirking sinisterly as the sweet crimson dribbled from his mouth.
AN: Well... Can we guess what Drake is ;) It may not be EXACTLY what you think... and just so we're clear, he isn't a murderer, he can't really help himself right now... /:
Writing for Victoria, I wanted to cry ): She had a crush on her best friend and now he's 'dead', lets see where this all goes ;)
Scar = asshole... I'm not even gonna go there about him and everything about what Drake is will be explained soon, but for now he's just as clueless as we are. Even though you think you know what he is... just remember, he had no encounters with an actual vampire, he didn't get BIT.