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Chapter 13: New Home
(In an unknown location a few days later)
(W-Where… W-Wha… Oh my head…)
Spider-Man found himself laying in a huge bed. It's styled like one of those old, fancy beds you'd see in a movie set in the Middle Ages. As he looked around the room he noticed it's pitch dark in the room; he couldn't detect any light in the room. But the strange thing was: he could see everything as if the room was bathing in light. But his eyesight would every now and then change everything the teen saw look at in a reddish-tint. He rubbed his eyes.
'This is weird…' Peter thought to himself.
He saw a mirror nearby and walked over to it. When he looked into it he couldn't see his own reflection. He places his hands on the glass to clean it.
(It must be dirty, a good scrubbing should… AHHH!)
That was when he noticed his claw-like nails as they scratched the glass. The sound it made hurt Peter's highly keen ears. As if to make sure if the possible horror was true, he reach inside his mouth. He ran his fingers along four sharp fangs. His eyes widened in horror.
"I'm… I'm…" Peter stammered before a familiar voice finished his sentence, "… a vampire."
Spider-Man turned to see the individual who he was sent to go after, the one who made him an entirely new creature: Dracula. The king of vampires stood in the room's doorway, smiling. Spider-Man's eyes burned with hatred and leapt at the vampire. But he was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
(What?! Why… Why can't I move?!)
He looked at the vampire lord. The vampire is holding his left hand up, palm open facing the newborn. Dracula sighed in disappointment and frustration.
"I'm not going to hurt you Peter." Dracula calmly said. "I'll… wait… how do you know my name?!" Peter shrieked. "Your memories, when I drink the blood of a mortal their blood gives me access to one's memories. One of the many abilities of my kind." The vampire explained.
(Ok I have to admit: that's actually really cool…)
"If I put you down, will you behave?" Dracula asked. "How do I know you won't kill me?" Spider-Man hissed.
Dracula used his right hand to face-palm himself.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be an empty husk. Now will you behave?" Dracula said, looking at the teen. "Where am I?" Peter added. "Your new home." The vampire king answered. "You took me away from my friends and family! How could this possibly be my new home?!" Peter shrieked. "You're with your new family." The vampire lord calmly answered, but with a sneer on his pale face. "New?... Wait?! Did you…" Spider-Man gasped, but the vampire lord answered, "No, they're alive. I didn't kill them."
Spider-Man took a whiff of the surrounding 'area'. His new vampiric senses allow him to pick up traces of things he couldn't detect when he was human. Somehow his new sense of smell was able to gather data of the scents of individuals Peter knew and store that information and reprocess it into the transformed brain. With this he knew the vampire was telling the truth. Peter sighed in relief.
"Alright, I'll… behave…" Spider-Man said. "Good boy." Dracula chuckled, and 'released' Peter.
Spider-Man looked at his torn costume.
"There are extra clothes in the drawers of the cabinet." Dracula said. "Did you..." Peter stammered, with disgust in his voice. "No… This room has housed guests of mine." Dracula answered. "Guests? As in…" Peter gulped with fear. "Actual guests, young turn-blood." Dracula sighed, shaking his head.
Dracula exited the room and shut the door behind him. Spider-Man walked over to the cabinet and opened the drawer.
(Oh you've got to be joking.)
(5 minutes later in the hallway)
The door opened and Peter walked out in his new wardrobe. He was wearing what one would see a young noble would wear during the Middle Ages: a red cloak with golden engravings of twisting vines, a white silk tunic, golden trousers, brown boots, and golden gloves. Peter frowned at the vampire lord.
"You could pass for the son of a noble of medieval England." Dracula chuckled. "I look like a dork. You didn't have any modern-clothing?" Peter grumbled. "I'll have one of my servants fetch some tonight." Dracula deadpanned. "What now?" The turn-blood sighed. "Time for the grand-tour, come my boy." Dracula answered as he started walking away,
Peter followed the vampire king through the halls of the place they're in. It looked like the inside of a gothic castle. The stone is old and dark, but the entire building is clean and well taken care of. They passed by many artifacts and paintings that date back centuries.
'Wow… This is a nice place.' Peter mused in his mind.
Dracula explained anything and everything that he thought was interesting about the castle to the young turn-blood. Even though he did find the place intriguing, he still knew he had to stop Dracula. But how could he when the vampire could control his with ease. While he knew he couldn't directly fight the king of vampires, he believed he could do it in another fashion: biding his time for the right moment.
"Are you surprised?" Dracula asked at random. "W-What? What do you mean?" Peter asked. "Are you surprised by the way you're being treated?" Dracula elaborated. "… Actually: yeah…" The newborn answered truthfully.
The vampire king smiled and continued the tour. Eventually they came upon what appeared to be a barracks. Several of Dracula's followers are in here socializing, but they all turned to bow to their king. Once they rose back up, their red eyes fell upon the newborn.
(Oh no…)
Peter expected them to attack him, but they went back to socializing. They didn't appear to be the bat-like creatures Cap described them to look like… They actually all looked: human. This caught the young teen off-guard. He feared he'd change into a man-bat, but this proved his theory is wrong. Dracula led him off somewhere else. Peter remained silent the rest of the tour.
"You're quite young turn-blood. Are you worried about your friends?" Dracula asked. "I know they're fine. But if she finds me, she'll kill me." Peter tried to say ominously. "They don't know the location of my home. Even if they did, Ms. Ayala…" Dracula started to say, but he could feel the change of the newborn's demeanor.
Dracula sighed and shook his head.
"Blood memories, remember?" The vampire lord said. "Oh…" Peter whispered with despair.
But his demeanor changed again. Dracula knew what the newborn was feeling, and he grinned.
"You're thirsty… you need to feed." Dracula said. "No! I won't drink someone's blood!" Peter snarled, conviction in his voice. "You had no problem with biting the one they call Wolverine and drinking some of his blood." The lord of vampires countered. "I don't remember… Ah!" Peter yelled as the hidden memory of him biting Logan entered his mind. "Your memories are returning from that day, good." Dracula said, knowing what was happening.
Peter's eyes widened with horror.
"He's not a vampire, his healing factor made sure of that." Dracula hissed. "Oh…" Peter sighed with relief.
Dracula let out a tiger-like snarl, which caused the shrieking monkey sound to go off in Peter's mind.
"You need to feed." Dracula repeated. "I won't drink a person's blood." Peter repeated himself.
Dracula sighed with frustration, but common sense reminded him of something.
"If you don't feed regularly, you'll die. Completely die." Dracula revealed. "I... No… I won't drink someone." Peter said again. "Than feed on an animal. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll feed." Dracula said, before walking off.
Peter scratched his head. He did truly want to see them again.
"Fine! But only animals! No people!" Peter said. "It's a start. Now I have to talk with one of my servants." Dracula said.
Peter was confused.
"Why?" The newborn asked. "I said I'd send one to get you… modern clothes… I won't break that promise. Go feed." Dracula said, then walked off.
To be continued…