Title: The Chosen One
Disclaimer: I don't own the stars only the idea.
Rating: R (Just in case)
Author: Casey
The peasants crowded the street one by one looking for anything The Clan may have left behind. A few of them fought over a rat in the ditch. Matt, Jeff, and Kurt sat on the side of the dark night street talking about their lives and transition of the chosen one.
"The damn streets get worse every night. I am tired of feeding off rats." Kurt hissed as he kicked at the street in disapproval.
"Kurt we have no choice. We are savages that's what we do. I'm not following their rules and you don't want to either." Matt said assuring his friend.
"But you have to agree having a blood farm with endless hosts would be better than catching a rat in the street or a passing dog." Jeff added agreeing with his friend.
"Very true my young brother but it still beats doing as they say. I'm hoping it will all change now that the transition has started to take place."
"I can feel that too and I feel it strong. It's unlike anything I have ever felt before." Kurt said trying to shake the thought.
"I have waited 3,000 years to see the fall of Lord Copeland and I can only hope the new Lord will be more understanding." Jeff added.
"One day maybe we will be a part of The Clan but they have to change first." Matt hissed running towards a cat that was squalling in the distance.
Jeff watched his brother stalk his prey and sighed at his outcast leader. Matt had always been one to break the rules and Jeff and Kurt just got pulled right along with him. If it weren't for Matt, Kurt and Jeff would both be a part of The Clan feeding from endless hosts at a blood farm. Jeff watched as the leaves blew down the street and around the lamppost in the distance. They whipped up on the poll before falling beneath it in a tiny pile. The wind began to blow sharper and colder stinging at the two vampires skins. Kurt looked at Jeff and hissed in pain.
"It's burning my skin like the fell of water." Kurt cried standing and heading towards the ally.
The two men could hear other vampires crying in the night running to seek shelter from the stinging cold.
Jeff took the short way out and scurried the wall before disappearing into the night's air.
Shane's head pounded with a deep stinging pain. The tears rolled from his eyes and stung his face like acid on paint. He screams out in horror as the voices surround the room. The pain had been there for well over 5 minutes now and it seemed like a lifetime in Shane's mind. His hisses of dissatisfaction rang through the house engulfing the hallways with its sounds. The voices were louder now and more demanding. They invaded his whole body doing what they will with his mind. Shane's hisses and pain became louder until fangs showed from his mouth protruding from his gums and at that moment the pain was gone. There were no breaks in pain or slacking, it was just gone. Just as fast as it had shown up it disappeared too. Shane grabbed his stomach gasping at the mirror as he passed. He stared at the mirror in horror as the shadow cast no reflection and his face was vanished from the glass in front of him. Shane felt the room start to spin and his stomach tighten. He hit his knees in his living room completely weak and spent. His body curled up into the fetal position and laid to rest.
Duke Morley hit the ground sweating blood from his brow. He tried to calm his breathing as The Count lured over his body inspecting him for progress. The Duke rose slowly to his feet steadying his self as he went. As he found more footing he levitated slowly off the ground hovering in silence.
"Well!" Count Calloway hissed wanting to now the results of the invasion.
The Duke opened one gray cold eye and smiled as wickedly as he could. "Duke Johnson was there but he came to late. I feel we have won this battle."
Count Calloway's eyes grew evil and cold as he smiled into the night's air. He called on his apprentice to gather everyone of The Brand for a celebration.
There were bodies laid out over the table in the den and glass of blood on the wicker shelves as the members danced around and drank in a bloody feast. The Count was trying to entice madam Chyna into a lust killing while his apprentice drank until he couldn't see straight.
Duke Morley found his self sick in the far back corner of the den. The invasion of The Chosen One's mind had drained his self worth and he found it almost impossible to move. The darkness around him shielded his body from everything else as he fought the pain running through his body. He could feel The Chosen One's light form. He could feel it warm and very much alive. He also new that wherever he was Lord Copeland and his Duke were there with him. The pain in his body became stronger thinking of his lord's disapproval if he told him he felled. The Duke managed to crawl to his feet and out of the room. He made his way to his own personal den hovering about the cold cement floor. He let his body and mind relax as he drifted into a long slumberous sleep.
Duke Johnson laid his childe on his bed and checked over his body. The invasion from The Brand had worked a number on his body and he was weak and shivering. Lord Copeland walked in and checked Shane over before sighing in disgust.
"How is he?" Lord Copeland asked his eyes serious and sharp.
"He is hurting but shall heal just fine. It will take time but he will get there." The Duke said returning to his desk in the corner of his chambers.
Lord Copeland followed his Duke and stood over his shoulder watching him as he wrote on his tablet.
"Will he be safe here?" Lord Copeland asked his Duke.
"He shall. I will keep him close to me and under my wing. I don't expect him to wake for a week for his body is battered and torn. The seeping of the blood has started to ease some but his skin is still torn."
"Healing is one of our stronger points, Duke."
"Indeed it is Lord but The Brand hurt him badly. It will take lots of rest to recover from this."
"Once he is awake please send for me. He will have many questions that need to be answered."
The Duke nodded at his Lord approvingly. "Indeed he will. I will want Jay to stay her with us for a while. He can show Shane around until he gets his own footing."
Lord Copeland's eyes turned pail as he looked off in the distance. "Jay is hard to trust alone, Dwayne. He has been known to roam with those savages and blood suckers in the streets." "I assure you Lord Copeland that will not take place around here. I have the connection with Shane. I can tell where he is at all times."
"As I have a connection with Jay but that doesn't stop him from going. I beg him in his mind to return but his curiosity pulls him into it. His ventures have begun to decay my mind. I don't know where our studies went wrong. I fear he will bring trouble to The Chosen One and to us"
"He is young Lord and adventurous. You should trust that he would do the right thing and return to you. I think Shane will do him some good and give him someone more of his age to talk to. I hope that Shane will appoint Christian as his Duke so the bloodline stays pure as we pass on."
Lord Copeland smiled at his Duke and removed his self from the room. Once back in his Liar he opened the chamber door in the back climbing on his post to sleep. Turning his self to a dark creature of the night the bat like form of The Lord settled down to calm his worrisome mind.