Title: The Chosen One
Rating: R (To be safe)
Disclaimer: I do not own the stars. I only own the idea.
Author: Casey
A/N: This is my first time taking a stab (pun intended) at a Vampire Series. Your honest feedback is more than welcome!
Notes: The Clan: The good of The Dark Shadows. The Brand: The Evil of The Dark Shadows
I also broke each side into a Hierarchy system. Lord, Duke, Apprentice, Noblemen and so on. The Count is The Lord of the Evil Shadows
~Facing The Dark Side~
"He is the one." Adam said simply watching the man in front of him.
"But when, Lord Copeland? When do we get to make the transition?" Jay asked his Sire.
"When the time is right."
"You always say that. When will the time be right?"
"I don't know exactly when but we will when the time comes. Every member of The Clan alike will flock to him."
"So I will just know?" Jay seemed confused at his leader's words.
"Yes, my dear apprentice. The connection with him will be so strong on that night there will even be a slight disruption with The Brand."
Jay hissed at that word and showed his fangs in disgust.
"Easy, my dear boy. You need not to worry. There will be no escaping it. The Brand will know when we have made the transition with The Chosen One and the battle of the dark will begin."
"I don't understand, Lord Copeland. I thought The Chosen One was going to save us from the evil of The Brand."
"Indeed he will but The Brand will know we have found him. They will try everything in their power to kill him and keep up from completing the transition."
"I'm still a little confused."
Adam laughed slightly. "You still have a lot to learn, my childe."
"So, do we just hover in the shadows until the time is right?"
"We have to protect him, Jay. Keep him from the evil."
"Lord Copeland, I was wondering who gets to sire him? Will it be you?"
"Jay he won't need to be embraced. That is what the transition is all about. The chosen One was born of Vampire blood. It's in his soul but it's up to us to show him that."
"How?"
Adam laughed and tapped his childe on the knee. "You ask to many questions, young one. You need to follow your instinct sometime. You will learn all the questions in do time. Now come I must speak with my Duke."
Shane hit the punching bag hanging in his garage one more time before splitting his knuckles open.
"Fuck!" Shane yelled out in pain.
He shook his hand and froze when he felt a sharp wind run across his face and the sting almost knocked him backwards. It was almost as if someone was standing there but Shane's eyes could never focus on anything. It was a feeling he was getting more and more. He reached up to wipe the sweat from his face and noticed blood on his fingers. He gasped slightly and fell back on the garage floor. He thought the couple of times blood seeped from his arms had stopped but now it seemed to be getting worse. Instead of sweating like a normal person he sweat blood. If he were nervous, scared, or even worked up the sweat turned slowly into blood and pooled from his glands. He had done a great job of hiding it before but now it was getting harder and harder to do by the second. People would stare at him when the blood would run from his arms. The "curse" had made him lifeless. He never went out in public anymore for the fear of someone seeing him and the closure of his small closet in his bedroom seemed to be the only place he found comfort.
He walked back into the kitchen and shielded his eyes from the glow coming from the kitchen. He noticed everyday his sensitivity to light was becoming greater by the second. It stung his face and made his eyes water in rejection. He hissed slightly at the light and quickly flicked the switch off. His eyes danced around the room looking for some type of guidance in the dark. The larger objects in the room stood out in the dark and the smaller objects reflected off them. He walked calmly through the kitchen and into the living room. He senses guiding him around the objects in his way.
Shane flopped down on the couch and starred towards the window. He noticed the aluminum foil he had put up earlier to block the sun out and groaned slightly. What had he become? What was he turning into? He now found his self living like a hermit. His whole body locked away from everything going on around him. He had tried to fight whatever it was that was happening to him but it turned out to be no use. It was almost like the harder he tried to fight it the stronger the changes happened. Shane sighed to his self and lay down on the couch. He decided there was no use trying to fight the "curse" and he would just have to accept it as the changes started to happen.
Lord Copeland and his apprentice, Jay sat in Duke Johnson's liar. The Duke was connected to The Chosen One and he could sense the transition had already started to take course and sooner than expected. He hissed at the unfortunate circumstances and turned around to his Lord.
"Lord Copeland, Its great to see you."
"You as well, Dwayne. Please tell us what is happening."
"The transition is taking over his body. It won't be long now." The Duke replied shifting in his seat. "I figure it to soon for we are not ready for the battle of the dark."
"Awe, yes but will ever be, Dwayne? This is something I have dreaded for a long but knew it would come. There is nothing we can do to stop it." Adam replied back to his duke calmly.
"Lord Copeland, who will he feed from? The blood farm is smaller than it use to be and one of his magnitude will need…
Adam held his hand up silencing his young apprentice. "My dear child, The Chosen One is a Life feeder. He will feed off of the light sources of people's souls."
Jay looked back at his lord and wrinkled his brown in confusion.
"One day, Jay you shall have subjects of your own that will follow you but you have many things to learn until then. Once Lord Copeland moves on we will all follow The Chosen One. Allow this to be your learning stage and soak up enough knowledge as you can. In time you and our New Lord will have to fight for your empire together!"
"Very well said, Dwayne and that is why you are my appointed Duke. Wisdom and knowledge is something you never run short on."
"Thank you, Lord. I must warn you both that The Brand has already detected the disturbance. We should start seeing more and more of them around."
~~Slowing The Transition~~
Count Calloway paced his liar impatiently. He was awaiting the return of his dark apprentice, Glen to return. Word was moving fast about The Brand that The Clan's chosen one had started his transition. Count Calloway tightened his knuckles as he saw his apprentice walk in the door.
"WELL! Don't just stand there!"
"Sorry My lord. In deed the transition has started. The Chosen one has locked his self away in his home letting the darkness claim his body."
"We must stop it as much as we can. He will ruin us if he transcends without problem. Where does he stay?"
"In a small house among the immortals. Count he is a night childe. Light blinds him."
The Count rubbed his hands together in excitement. "They all have to have their flaws. Lord Copeland's was Lust Murders. If he couldn't kill the child during sex he would starve."
"Shall we use light to our advantage, Lord."
"Of course we will!" The Count yelled back at his apprentice. "Bring The Brand. We shall plot our attack."
"We must attack at night! For the safety of our lives!"
"THAT IS NOT WHAT WE WILL DO, Noble Brock. We must attack when he is the weakest. We must attack during the day!" The Count yelled back at one of his noblemen.
The room fell quiet as Count Calloway went over his evil plan to slow or even stop the transition.
"If we get to him long enough before The Clan shows up we may damage him enough to stop him from transcending."
"But Count Calloway how will be strike?" Duke Morley spoke up above the group.
"But exposing his eyes to he light hopefully blinding him in time." The Count snarled at his Duke.
"Count, please don't mind me saying so but your plan has holes in it and it is not very well thought through. If the transition has already started to take place The Chosen One will be stronger than normal. He may still be young and untrained but his power is something not to be reckoned with." The Duke replied back calmly.
The count pounded his fist on the table causing it to rumble. "Do you have a better plan!"
"Simple mind stalking is all, Count. I shall attack his mind causing him to kill his self."
The Count starred blankly at his duke knowing his idea was safer and better. "How long will you get to be in his mind before Lord Copeland knows you are there?"
"It's actually Duke Johnson that has the connection with him and I'm not sure. All I can do is try to get into his head and out before they sense our presence."
"That's the plan then. Noble Brock fetch me a body. I must feed now and so shall The Duke. He needs to be strong to connect with The Chosen One, directly."