Chapter 11. Fatal

Mist and shadows were all he could see. He was disoriented and a sickness seemed to wash over him. The feeling more then the shadows and mist scared him. He was Hannibal King, he never got scared or sick, well except for that one time that Dex had dared him to eat some old pizza that they had found under Hedges bed, but that was different. That was food poisoning. This was a totally different feeling. It was dread and an odd hunger. It felt almost like the blood lust of a vampire. And he was no longer a Vampire. He moved through the shadows. Trying his hardest to make something out. But nothing was formed. He kept moving, his gate becoming unsteadier as his breathing became more erratic. Suddenly he tripped. He landed hard against something. He shifted his hand to feel the cold flesh of a corpse. Light seemed to suddenly filter through the mist and outline the face of Abby. He chocked slightly as he stared upon her lifeless face. He looked around, as light seemed to filter through in other places. Bodies were everywhere. He made out Calder and Dex to his left. To his right lay Axel Mavanari and Zoë.

It was too much for him. He stood suddenly and started backing away. As he did he came across Blade's body, and then others. He heard something move and a whimper. He saw a body off a little ways. The blood around it seemed unreal. He moved towards it, his heart racing because deep down he already knew whom it would be.

"Fight…the…thirst…" He dropped to his knees beside her. Her blood seemed to instantly cover him. He touched her cheek as tears began to run down his.

His voice cracked as he spoke, "Mariana…. Who did this to you?"

Her head moved as blank eyes stared at him, "You…"

He stared down at her with shock. Something moved behind him and he looked over his shoulder. What he saw was disconcerting. It was his face staring back at him through the shadows. It was the side of him that only appeared when he was under the fang. The other King was covered in blood. A Menacing grin plastered on his blood covered face. Blood dripped from his mouth and chin, and he seemed to stare mockingly at him. A cackle was heard and he looked from his own face into a face that was dead.

"Hello, lover. Did you miss me?"

Danica.

He woke with a sudden start. Sweat covered him and seemed to soak everything around him. It was all a dream, a terrible and horrifying dream. A dream that scared the living hell out of him. He ran a hand over his face and got up. He was used to sleeping alone now. He didn't even think twice anymore about rolling over and nuzzling into Mariana to make the dream disappear. What he needed was a shower, hot cup of coffee, maybe a stiff drink. So without second thought he left the room and dream behind him. He'd speak to Abby about it later if he could. He wouldn't wake her over an inconsequential dream.