KAI
The story of Dracula with a Beyblade twist
Dracula…………………………...
Kai
Mina Murray …………………... Tyson
Jonathan
Harker…………………………………... Ray
Abraham Van
Helsing... Mr Dickerson
Dr. Jack Seward... Lee
Lord Arthur
Holmwood... Oliver
Quincey P.
Morris... Michael
Lucy Westenra…...Max
R. M. Renfield
...Kenny
Dranzer... Kai's personal guard
Dragoon... Tyson's
body guard and friend
Draciel... Servant to Kai
Drigger………………………………………..Servant and friend to Ray
Dizzy ...The loyal beast of Kenny's and friend of Dragoon.
WARNING!! This is a Yaoi fic!! M/M pairings if you don't like it don't read. There are some straight pairs. Plus there is swearing. Nudity, sex, lots of killing, as well as romance.
A/N a lot of people don't seem to know the back-story of Dracula, so I'm going to give a very quick summary. Dracula was once the prince of Transylvania. The Church had a lot of power in those days so when they called Dracula to protect them, he did so. He quickly defeated them but not before they got they revenge by tricking his wife in to believing he was dead. She took her own life and because of this the church refused to bury her. Dracula lost his mind in rage and grief, denounced god and drunk the blood of Christ, thus became a vampire. Many have argued wither Dracula is a horror instead of a romance, but each to his own. Enjoy!
Chapter Nine
London
The clouds were black and the rain was a fine mist as the third day was coming to a close, and it was getting dark. Two days had passed since Oliver had taken up the heavy coal hammer and drove a sharp stake in to his beloved Max's heart, and Van Dickinson's knife severed the sleeping beauty's head from his shoulders. Tonight the professor held a different knife, though one about the same size, his skilled hands sliced though his serving of roast beef as he entertained his two young guests, at his residence of the Berkeley Hotel.
The newlyweds Hackers, Ray and Tyson, were his guest for dinner. By now Van Dickinson had had the opportunity to read both the journal of Ray's ill-fated trip and Tyson's diary that covered the same period of time. He had asked them various questions and even more so after examining the contents of both books. During various forkfuls of beef and Yorkshire pudding, began comments on what he had learned from the records.
"An incredible story young master Ray. But as terrible as it is, I have no doubt that it is all true. Come on now eat! Eat. Another potato? Celebrate your discovery"
Ray paused and gave the doctor a small glare; it was hardly what he would call a discovery. Yet the old man gazed, twinkling with the joys of food and wine, was turned on to his other dinner companion.
"And you dear Master Tyson, I read your dairy as well. You give me hope that there are still good people in this world."
Tyson tried to smile at this comment, but could not muster it. His heart was so badly torn with raging conflict he dared not speak, as he continued to play with his food. Van Dickinson chuckled, and then paused to lick his fingers to taste the red meat juice from the roast only momentarily forgetting his napkin. He then returned to Ray and probed him with his professional eyes.
"There is a question I must ask you, as a doctor"
"Ask it"
"In your infidelity with those two demonic men, did you, for even a moment, taste their blood?"
Ray so shocked by the question dropped his knife and fork and shock his head violently. "No"
The doctor visibly relaxed and smiled. "Then your blood has not been infected with the same disease that destroyed poor Max"
The news seemed to lift a huge invisible weight off of Ray. In a moment he appeared to be a new man, he gripped his cane and leaned forward to enter into earnest discussion.
"Doctor, are you sure?"
"I would not say so otherwise"
Ray's fist hit the table, rattling the cutlery. "Then thank god! I doubted everything even my own mind! I was powerless with fear and you have cured me"
Van Dickinson muttered something smoothing and nodded with satisfaction. Then his eyes under their gray eyelashes looked upon Tyson. "And you sir, are you cured as well?"
Tyson lifted his head slightly but did not look the doctor in the eye. "Cured of what Doctor?"
Van Dickinson's voice was low and refined. He refrained from making any accusations.
"Of whatever happened during those days so carefully cut out of your dairy"
Tyson seemed to snap up straight and look defiantly at the doctor but remained silent. Ray, who was overjoyed by the news of his blood, seemed not to have heard the question or its implications. For a moment Van Dickinson allowed a moment to pass before reaching in to his pocket and producing a small gold coin and handed it to Tyson. Tyson raise the coin to his eyes and the looked at the doctor who calmly informed him.
"Your husband has given me this; he found it and many others like it-there"
The coin laid heads up on Tyson hand and the blue eyed boy could not tear his gaze from the youthful fierce face that looked back at him from the metal disc. He found the face horribly, unacceptably, recognizable. Van Dickinson who was observing his reactions remarked "The ancient prince himself, Prince Kai, himself. He died four hundred years ago, his body was never found."
Tyson gripped the coin tightly in his fist as Van Dickinson slapped another slice of beef on to Tyson plate, a slice so rare in the center it was still bloody.
The doctor eyes balled into the young man clearly seeking something. "Eat, eat…from what my companions tell me you have a strong appetite, yet you are eating like a bird. Eat. Feast. You will need your strength for the dark days ahead."
Tyson looked at Ray. Ray was eating quite heartily now, and seemed stronger then he been since their reunion in Budapest, much renewed by the good news about his own blood. Ray smiled at his husband and extended his hand, and what felt like an eternity Tyson took it. Gripping Ray's hand he turned to ask Van Dickinson: "Tell me Doctor, how did Max die? I mean I know you all went down to his crypt and…he was my best friend. Was he in great pain?"
Van Dickinson was deliberately harsh. "Yes, I would say so at first. But after we cut of his head and drove a stake though his heart, only then did he find peace"
Tyson gasped. It was the first time Ray had heard the horrific details of Max's death and snapped violently.
"That's quite enough doctor"
The old man looked at him with sympathy and his expression softened. "Enough, for the moment. Now both of you must understand why we must find his dark prince and do the same for him. Which will be difficult and there is very little time"
"You're referring to his bit beast Dranzer." Said Ray, almost spitting out the bit beasts name like venom "She is loyal to her master and is just as cruel."
"You can't blame her young Ray; four hundred years serving that monster would make anyone cruel. Yet you have spoken in your notes of another Bit beast by the name of Draciel? Is she a danger?" said the doctor, calmly sampling the wine.
Ray thought back to the small frighten she beast that saved his life and shook his head.
"Then that is good. This Dranzer maybe powerful and strong, but there is strength in numbers my friends, you both have bit beasts as do my companions, we'll be able to bring her down. Then we must deal with the prince."
Ray slumped back in his chair both his face and voice hardened. "Fortunately I know where the bastard must be sleeping. In one of the many London properties I helped him purchase-most likely Carfax"
"So your journal has told me and if his is at Carfax, which would make the devil our dear Doctor Lee's next door neighbor."
Pushing the dishes aside Van Dickinson brought all their hands together, forming a three-way bond.
He said "We must find your undead prince, cut off his head and stake his heart so that the world may rest from him."
Tyson turned pale and bit down hard on his tongue to stop his heart from screaming out. Van Dickinson noticed his reaction, though Ray failed to do so. The handshake ended and Ray reached in to his breast pocket and bought out some documents.
"I know for a fact that more then fifty boxes of earth were bought to London on the Demeter. I located several at some of the additional properties. Most of them most have gone to Carfax. We have to destroy them."
"Dear Michael, Lee and Oliver will stand with us, it shall be done"
Night was had fallen now, a band of six men and two bit beasts had assembled in the secluded grounds of Lee's asylum. In the lantern light the silhouettes of bare trees and dead leaves creaked underfoot, as if all life had been sucked away. Only a large stone wall separated the land of the asylum to that of the Carfax estate. The wall loomed over them like a evil omen. Ray, who had put aside his cane for a nights work, stood holding Tyson's hand as Van Dickinson went over the plans and equipment. All the men, save Tyson, were dressed for rough work and armed with axes and shovels, as well as knives and revolvers. In addition their leader had provided every member of the raiding party with a necklace of garlic and a crucifix. Van Dickinson having one last look at the equipment gave a final nod and his final instructions.
"He can direct the elements, animals such as the rat and the wolf. He must rest in the ground of his homeland to keep his evil powers. It is this earth that we must destroy. Remember if we fail its not mere life or death. We will become just like him, and become the very monsters we wish to destroy."
Michael, who had at that moment finished loading his Navy Colt, snapped the weapon shut with a metallic click.
"Mr. Morris, your bullets will be useless, I suggest you use your big hunting knife"
Michael looked up "Hellfire, I wasn't plannin' on getting' that close"
Van Dickinson stared. Then, whither by nervous or prolonged strain he began to laugh. No one joined in.
Kenny gripped the bars of his prison window and looked out. The head of his beloved bit beast had been taken away; the rest of her body was yet to be found. Beneath his window just yards away, his keen ears could hear enough of the general conversation to understand its meaning. No one had noticed him or even looked his way. Kenny crumbled to the floor of his cell and began to mutter and weep.
Ray had now drawn his beloved Tyson a little apart from the others and was saying goodbye to him-for a while. In turn Tyson muttered his love and his determination to be faithful. Ray might have wondered why the question of fidelity should have arisen now at all-but the fact he was scarcely seemed to be listening. Gritting his teeth, he muttered: "I aided that fiend in coming here. And now I must send him back to hell."
On hearing that, Tyson's face fell and tears stung his eyes. Days ago his suspicions regarding the identity of his prince had become certain, now he wished he never found out. "I almost pity the poor prince, to be so hunted"
His husband shook his head "How can you feel pity for such a monster? I bought him here and now am going to send him to hell. And when this is all over, I'll never leave you again"
Ray's face softened and he kissed his husband tenderly and handed him over to Dr. Lee. Lee took Tyson's hand and began to lead Tyson in to the asylum where he would stay while the others went on their crusade. There, on the upper floor in Lee's private living quarters, where the housekeeper had prepared a bed for him. Kenny, who had heard the iron doors of the asylum shut, stumbled to his feet and slammed himself in to the bared door to his cell. He pressed his face against the bars turning to catch a glimpse of the boy. If he came down this corridor-Kenny's hopes were fulfilled. Within a minute Tyson and Dr Lee were passing along a hallway within sight of Kenny's cell. As they passed, the small madman called out to them, almost in delight; "The master-I smell him! He feeds on the pretty boy"
Tyson, startled by the unknown voice stopped and stared in confusion at the speaker. Kenny overjoyed that he had gotten the boy's attention began to jump up and down.
He cried; "You're the bride my master covets!"
Lee gripped Tyson's fist, trying to use a little force to hurry Tyson along. But he resisted and he had to stop.
"Dr Lee, who is that man?"
The doctor sighed. "That is Mr. Kenny Renfield. Professor Van Dickinson suspects he's involved in all this"
"Renfield?" Tyson was surprised. "The same man who was once Ray's colleague?"
"The same"
"Then you must let me see him"
Ignoring the doctor's objections, continuing to stare at the yearning madman, he moved back a few steps towards the cell. Lee gave up trying to dissuade Tyson, protectively came with him.
"Kenny behave your self now. This is Mr. Tyson Harker"
Tyson was somewhat reassured by his first good look at the man inside the bars. He was for the moment at least calm. In fact he gave Tyson a small bow and bid him a good evening.
"Good evening Mr. Renfield," he chose to ignore the smell and the appearance of the cell. Kenny looked deep in to his visitors' eyes and his expression became fearful. His voice sank in to a whisper and he repeated "You're the bride my master covets!"
Tyson shook his head "I already have a husband. I'm Mr. Harker"
The imprisoned man shook his head slightly, as if refusing to believe. "My Master tells me about you"
"What does he tell you?"
Lee, on the verge of intervening hovered nearby, but Kenny ignored him. To Tyson he whispered; "My master…my master is coming for you" then, growing more feverishly excited he motioned his visitor closer. "But don't stay here. Get away from all these men! I pray God I may never see your sweet face again."
Reaching out between the bars so calmly that Tyson allowed him to take his hand; Kenny brought it gently to his lips and kissed it. "May God bless you and keep you"
Tyson could think of nothing to say but it was plain that he was deeply disturbed and fascinated. Then suddenly Kenny erupted, gripping the bars with both hands, smashing his head against them.
He screamed out "Master! Master! You promised me eternal life, but you give it to the pretty boy"
With this Lee more or less dragged Tyson to his rooms, but the cries of the madman followed him.
"Doctor Lee! I'm not a mad man! I'm a sane man fighting for his soul!"
Tyson once alone in the room went straight to the nearest window, which offered a dim nighttime view of Carfax. He could plainly see the indirect glow of the lights carried by the party of man, among whom was his husband. He could hear the repeated sound of wood being hacked away and the thud of an axe. Tyson couldn't deny anymore of just who they were hunting. His husband's mortal enemy was his own prince and lover. Bloody conflict seemed inevitable; Ray might be killed-at his hands. Or he might die, at Ray's-and Tyson did not know which outcome he thought was worse.
Ray and his comrades, on pushing their way into the hall of Carfax, saw by the light of their touches that the whole place was thick with dust. In corners were spider webs, whereon the dust had gathered till they looked like old tattered rags. Van Dickinson placed a hand on Ray's shoulder.
"You know this place Ray, at least better than we other do."
Ray gripped his ax impatiently in both hands. "How bitterly I regret having anything to do with it"
"Which way to the chapel?"
Silently Ray took one of the touches and motions the others to follow, though one lagged behind unnoticed. Soon they were standing in fount of the low arched, oaken door, ribbed with iron bands. This door, unlike the entrance, was locked but the ax in Ray's hands made an effective key. Behind the oaken door an extensive chamber, vaulted with high gothic arches was revealed. Long disuse by living things, the air was stale and foul. No one paid attention to these details. The touches in they hands shone brightly across the room revealing rows of bulky coffin boxes and a quick tally revealed there was twenty nine. No one spoke out the dreading fact that now loomed over, if they were unable to find the prince here, who knew how many day and lives ruined would it take them to destroy all fifty boxes.
Ray rested one hand on the coffin and said in an emotional voice; "I have seen these before. The Prince was in one of them"
The professor grunted and signed to everyone to get to work as he pulled out his cross and bible. "Destroy every box. Sterilize the earth inside. Leave him no refuge. Let the exorcism begin"
Ray and Oliver took they axes and began to shatter and smash the boxes to pieces as Lee and Michael shoveled and tossed the dirt and wood to the centre of the room where Van Dickinson had started a fire and was chanting; "In Manus Tuas, Domine!"
Into thy hands, o Lord.
They had barely gotten though the second row, when as if by some dark magic, all the flames went out.
"Is it him?" shouted Michael as he pulled out his knife.
"No my friend it is not….look up there in the archway" said Van Dickinson in almost a wondrous voice.
High above them sat Dranzer, her naked form blinding into the moonlit stone. Her red eyes shone with mirth, as she sneered at them.
"What are you doing here humans? This is not your place"
"She-beast! Your master is a devil! Come with us and we will find you a new master" said Van Dickinson calmly.
"Devil? My master is no devil old man. The real devils are the ones that follow god but are to busy to actually practice what they preach" Dranzer fired a fire ball at Van Dickinson's feet knocking the old man to the floor. Michael and Oliver got out they guns but Drigger held out his hand to stop them.
"Dranzer, there is no honor in this, all this killing. Where are you and Draciel so loyal to him?"
Dranzer let out a cry of anguish and glared at the white tiger. "How dare you mention that child here? It's because of those humans! Those hypercritical back stabbing bastards that did this to us! Those humans behind you are no better! They follow an old fool blindly, without knowing the full story behind us! I've waited to long and have killed too many to allow the likes of you to get in my way!"
She leapt down gracefully and stood before them in all her glory. Her smile seemed sad and filled with bitterness.
"I am sorry. You are no doubt good men, but you are in mine and my master's way. So I must ask you to die now!"
Suddenly all they clothes, the walls, the wood surrounding they feet were on fire. They began to howl in pain as the flames burnt though the cotton on to they flash. The pain and the heat were madding but Van Dickinson kept his eyes on Dranzer. Her eyes seemed to be filled with unshed tears, and her frame shook. Why was she sad?
"DRANZER, STOP, I BEG OF YOU"
Just as quick as the flames appeared, it went out. All the men fell to they knees and began seeing to they wounds. Dranzer began to shake violently and started to stagger back in to the shadows, as Dragoon walked in to the room.
"Dranzer…why are you doing this?" he voice was very calm and smoothing as if he was talking to a small child.
"Dragoon…I…they were trying to take me away from you" Dranzer tried to gather her thoughts but the pain of Dragoon seeing her like this was too painful. The tears were falling freely now and her voice was hysteric" I waited for you, I WAITED FOR YOU! Four hundred years and you have forgotten me! BECAUSE of them!" she spat out the words pointing to Van Dickinson who was struggling to get to his feet. Dragoon tried to absorb this and reached out for her.
"Dranzer…come with me"
"Huh?"
"Come with me, to a safe place. We can talk. I know I know you from somewhere before, I just don't remember yet"
Dranzer allowed herself a small smile, and went to place her hand in his, when Van Dickinson let out a shoot from his gun. The bullet ripped in to Dranzer's shoulder making her cry out.
"Now Drigger, get her" ordered Ray as he got to his own feet.
Drigger went to pounce on her but was knocked back by Dragoon's fist. Michael and Oliver were both shooting now but Dranzer was far too quick and graceful for them to shoot.
"Red, get out of here!" shouted Dragoon as he wrestled with Drigger to the ground.
"But the dirt…"
"He's got other boxes hasn't he? Get going"
Dranzer nodded and took to the air transforming herself in to her phoenix from and fleeing the abbey.
Drigger let out a roar of rage "You god damned traitor"
He punched Dragoon hard in the face causing the storm beast to be knocked out. Van Dickinson called out to his companions.
"Leave him for now, we must finish what we have come here to do, and quickly return to the side of young Tyson, who I fear is in great danger."
"And what about him?" snarled Drigger pointing to his once friend.
"We need him alive, he seems to know more then we do, about the story we do not yet know. Tie him up and bring him with us once we are done."
Drigger looked at Van Dickinson for a moment of contemplation and then asked "Were you planning on killing Dranzer Van Dickinson, or simply injuring her? Because it seemed to me, she was more then willing to come with us, if you hadn't interfered"
Van Dickinson simply picked up his cross from the floor and began chanting, as if he hadn't heard.
At the asylum, Kenny's painful cries went on and on as if they were never going to end. Tyson, almost directly above him, plugged his ears with his fingers, praying that god would give the poor suffering man some peace. He then relaxed with a sigh of gratitude; it appeared his pray was answered. But he did not know the reason for Kenny's sudden silence. It had been caused but the abrupt appearance of Kai, in human shape, just outside the window of Kenny's cell. Kenny was on his hand and knees, squatting like a toad with his head touching the ground in a low bow.
"Master…thy will be done"
Kenny paused suddenly, moving his lips in silence. It seemed to him that the figure outside was somehow, wordlessly, conveying its wish to him; Kenny soon understood this, he hastened to grant the wish, to speak the invitation that was needed to allow his master to enter.
Quickly he murmured "Come in, Lord and Master!"
The Figure outside inclined its head once, in acknowledgment and in a ghost like manner drifted though the bars. Once inside Kai once again became solid, he stood in the middle of the small cell looking down with distain with his nose in the air, as if the small man offended him. The coldness of Kai's could only be matched by the frozen rain outside.
"Kenny-you have betrayed me"
The other giggled insanely. "I tried to warn him, but he would not listen"
Kai only stared at him. Kenny now looked directly at his master, his mad eyes glowed dangerously.
"He must be speared; you cannot have him"
Scornfully Kai turned without saying anything as he went to leave. In that moment Kenny, like the lunatic he was, hurled himself upon the vampire.
Kai easily over powered the madman and in his rage lifted Kenny's body from the ground and smashed it several times against the bars of the cell door. After pausing briefly to observe the result, Kai spat upon the dieing Kenny before walking though the door, now free to move around building, Pain and Numbness filled the small body of the broken man, as blood tickled out of his eyes, nose, and mouth. Kenny muttered; "His Salvation…is the master's destruction. And I am Free"
With this Kenny closed his eyes for the last time and embraced the long and painful death that was waiting for him.
To be continued…
Next chapter is going to be rated M because of the sex scene with Kai and Tyson. It will be up with in the week!