Barett awoke dizzy and hungry. He opened his eyes, and after a few seconds
of wondering where he was, he remembered the events of the night before.
He sat bolt upright, and tried to aim his gun arm. However, in place of
his gun there was nothing.
Looking around, he saw a table in front of him in the back of what appeared to be a cave. On the table where several things. There was a salad, a glass of water, a beer, and a plate of spaghetti. On the other side, there was a glass filled to the brim with a red liquid that looked like something that Barett knew of.
"Blood…" the answer came unbidden to Barett's mind.
He immediately set into eating the food. After finishing it all though, he was still very hungry.
"Barett…" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"Who the hell said that?"
"Drink the blood, Barett…only the blood will quench your thirst."
Barett was disturbed when he found the thought inviting more than disgusting. Reluctantly, he raised the glass to his lips and took but a drop into his mouth. However, that was all he needed. He quickly gulped down the rest, and looked around, hungry for more. Then he saw Damien standing in the corner where there was nothing before.
"Yes, Barett. You know of what you are."
"A…vampire?" He asked, his voice quivering.
"Yes, Barett. You are a vampire now. And trust me, that blood was but a mere taste of what you can have when I have taken over this world with your help."
Barett could not say anything, could only nod, and hope for more.
Looking around, he saw a table in front of him in the back of what appeared to be a cave. On the table where several things. There was a salad, a glass of water, a beer, and a plate of spaghetti. On the other side, there was a glass filled to the brim with a red liquid that looked like something that Barett knew of.
"Blood…" the answer came unbidden to Barett's mind.
He immediately set into eating the food. After finishing it all though, he was still very hungry.
"Barett…" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"Who the hell said that?"
"Drink the blood, Barett…only the blood will quench your thirst."
Barett was disturbed when he found the thought inviting more than disgusting. Reluctantly, he raised the glass to his lips and took but a drop into his mouth. However, that was all he needed. He quickly gulped down the rest, and looked around, hungry for more. Then he saw Damien standing in the corner where there was nothing before.
"Yes, Barett. You know of what you are."
"A…vampire?" He asked, his voice quivering.
"Yes, Barett. You are a vampire now. And trust me, that blood was but a mere taste of what you can have when I have taken over this world with your help."
Barett could not say anything, could only nod, and hope for more.
