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story.
Please R&R and I'll give you a cookie ^^;
[The Turning]
I didn't know where I was when I awoke, but it was a horrible place. I tried to stand, but couldn't. Bodies prevented me from doing so. After a struggle, I finally managed to get to my feet and have a look around. I was in a rather small room that looked as if it were used as one huge grave. Many dead neopets lied around me. I had wondered why I wasn't dead like them.
Suddenly I heard footsteps heading towards me. I fell to the ground and hoped not to get spotted, but someone picked me up by the scruff of the neck. I glanced up to see a shoyru looking at me with icy yellow eyes. The shoyru laughed, "Ah, so you are awake #37. I thought I heard something." I struggled to break free, but the shoyru had a tight grip. "Don't worry," he continued, "I am not going to hurt you. I am Jangelius and I will be looking after you for awhile."
Jangelius carried me out of the room and to another. This one, however, was part of a living quarter. The walls had been covered with concrete and there was very little furniture in the room. A bed occupied a corner and a chair in the opposite corner. Jangelius sat on the bed and motioned for me to take a sit.
"No thanks," I replied smugly, "I am quite capable of standing." Jangelius shrugged.
"Fine, as you wish," he paused a moment before continuing, "I suppose you wondered what you were doing in a room with dead bodies when you yourself weren't?" I nodded. "Quite simple you see," Angel continued, "I am a vampire and before I became what I am, I had a son. This son had similar marking to mine and was lost a bit ago. Until I found you, that is."
I had taken notice to Jangelius's markings as he spoke. He was a light brown shoyru with three darker brown lines around his tail and right arm. Then I looked at my own. I was red and had three darker red lines around my left arm and the horn on my head.
"So you are saying..." I stopped, "...that you are my father?" Jangelius nodded.
"Yes. You see, Sloth and I are trying to make a new race and so far, all the experiments have failed. All the failed experiments are given to me, whom I eat." My eyes grew wide.
"You...eat us?"
"No, no. I won't eat you now. I only take your blood." Jangelius explained, "Seeing as Sloth would get mad if I kept any of these experiments alive, I decided I would turn you into a vampire."
"So I had no choice in the matter. What if I don't want to live off blood for the rest of my life?" I stated angrily.
"I am sorry, but I had no choice. I wanted to see if it was really you, my son."
"Do I even have a name? Or will I just be referred to as it? I won't have to work here, will I? What if I am not your son?" I started asking all these questions one after another. Jangelius stared at me until I had stopped.
"Yes. You are #37. You do not have to work here, however, you must live here. If you are not my son, though, you will not be permitted to stay here."
"My name's a number?" I laughed, "Oh that's just great. I could be at a deli and they'll call '37!' and I'll yell 'here here! I'm #37!'" Tears were forming in my eyes from laughing so hard. Jangelius stared at me like I belonged in a nut house.
"Until you can think of a better name, that is what you will be called, #37." Jangelius stood and walked to the door, "Do you want anything to drink?" I nodded slightly.
"How about a coke?" I asked, "Or won't I like that anymore? No, no, probably not." Jangelius had left the room. I however was still busy arguing with myself.
A few minutes later Jangelius had returned. In his hands was a jar of a deep red liquid. I gulped as I looked at the container.
"I don't have to drink that, do I?"
"Only if you want to live," Jangelius replied shortly.
"In that case, just kill me now."
"I cannot do that. Now drink." Jangelius tossed the jar to me. Surprisingly I caught it without spilling a drop. I looked down at the jar and closed my eyes.
One... I counted to myself Two... I can't believe I am going to do this. Three... I quickly took a swig of the liquid and nearly spat it out, but after awhile it began to taste...good. I turned to Jangelius, a smirk on my face.
"Where do I get more?"
story.
Please R&R and I'll give you a cookie ^^;
[The Turning]
I didn't know where I was when I awoke, but it was a horrible place. I tried to stand, but couldn't. Bodies prevented me from doing so. After a struggle, I finally managed to get to my feet and have a look around. I was in a rather small room that looked as if it were used as one huge grave. Many dead neopets lied around me. I had wondered why I wasn't dead like them.
Suddenly I heard footsteps heading towards me. I fell to the ground and hoped not to get spotted, but someone picked me up by the scruff of the neck. I glanced up to see a shoyru looking at me with icy yellow eyes. The shoyru laughed, "Ah, so you are awake #37. I thought I heard something." I struggled to break free, but the shoyru had a tight grip. "Don't worry," he continued, "I am not going to hurt you. I am Jangelius and I will be looking after you for awhile."
Jangelius carried me out of the room and to another. This one, however, was part of a living quarter. The walls had been covered with concrete and there was very little furniture in the room. A bed occupied a corner and a chair in the opposite corner. Jangelius sat on the bed and motioned for me to take a sit.
"No thanks," I replied smugly, "I am quite capable of standing." Jangelius shrugged.
"Fine, as you wish," he paused a moment before continuing, "I suppose you wondered what you were doing in a room with dead bodies when you yourself weren't?" I nodded. "Quite simple you see," Angel continued, "I am a vampire and before I became what I am, I had a son. This son had similar marking to mine and was lost a bit ago. Until I found you, that is."
I had taken notice to Jangelius's markings as he spoke. He was a light brown shoyru with three darker brown lines around his tail and right arm. Then I looked at my own. I was red and had three darker red lines around my left arm and the horn on my head.
"So you are saying..." I stopped, "...that you are my father?" Jangelius nodded.
"Yes. You see, Sloth and I are trying to make a new race and so far, all the experiments have failed. All the failed experiments are given to me, whom I eat." My eyes grew wide.
"You...eat us?"
"No, no. I won't eat you now. I only take your blood." Jangelius explained, "Seeing as Sloth would get mad if I kept any of these experiments alive, I decided I would turn you into a vampire."
"So I had no choice in the matter. What if I don't want to live off blood for the rest of my life?" I stated angrily.
"I am sorry, but I had no choice. I wanted to see if it was really you, my son."
"Do I even have a name? Or will I just be referred to as it? I won't have to work here, will I? What if I am not your son?" I started asking all these questions one after another. Jangelius stared at me until I had stopped.
"Yes. You are #37. You do not have to work here, however, you must live here. If you are not my son, though, you will not be permitted to stay here."
"My name's a number?" I laughed, "Oh that's just great. I could be at a deli and they'll call '37!' and I'll yell 'here here! I'm #37!'" Tears were forming in my eyes from laughing so hard. Jangelius stared at me like I belonged in a nut house.
"Until you can think of a better name, that is what you will be called, #37." Jangelius stood and walked to the door, "Do you want anything to drink?" I nodded slightly.
"How about a coke?" I asked, "Or won't I like that anymore? No, no, probably not." Jangelius had left the room. I however was still busy arguing with myself.
A few minutes later Jangelius had returned. In his hands was a jar of a deep red liquid. I gulped as I looked at the container.
"I don't have to drink that, do I?"
"Only if you want to live," Jangelius replied shortly.
"In that case, just kill me now."
"I cannot do that. Now drink." Jangelius tossed the jar to me. Surprisingly I caught it without spilling a drop. I looked down at the jar and closed my eyes.
One... I counted to myself Two... I can't believe I am going to do this. Three... I quickly took a swig of the liquid and nearly spat it out, but after awhile it began to taste...good. I turned to Jangelius, a smirk on my face.
"Where do I get more?"