REVISED
Title: Erratum of the spirit 3? - I can feel you
Warnings: Supernatural-dark themes, violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.

Notes: I know that this chapter is a really short I didn't want to put the continuing events in this chapter. I like it how it is.

"Speech" 'Thoughts' …Remembrance…

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Visions of Inspiration

"And I swear that I can feel you
Your breath upon my skin
And whenever I need you
I can hear you whispering" The Lighthouse - Amity Dry

With his body curled, bones shaking, Trunk's breathing had become erratic. The damp stone below him was of little comfort as the agony surrounding his neck overwhelmed the pain of the defense wounds on his arms, legs, chest. The memories of his own fight against the master quickly forgotten and so the fleeting queries of the wounds source flit across his mind, only to be pushed back by the pain. In the background a strange yet somehow familiar taste sweetened his senses. Sweet and salty, whole yet empty, the taste seemed most electrifying.

"Aghnn...what's happeni...?", He managed to choke out the universal question, his voice hoarse.

"You're dying" the same deep voice, hinted with sophistication but covered in boredom "Yet you are being born. The pain is addicting isn't it?"

With what seemed like a sudden last breath, the saiya-jin's chest heaved and the last of the air was forced from his lungs. He tore at his throat in a desperate attempt to replace the lost air, blind to his own blood that washed over his hands, his neck.

"It is partially your fault you know. It's the pain in your heart, which enabled me to lure you"

A cold hand was felt brushing his forehead, bringing little comfort.

"Your blood is quite unusual, not like human blood, gave my system quite the shock..."

The man's words faded from Trunk's ears suddenly as darkness engulfed his senses, yet as he faded that pain only increased, as if knives slipped through his skin, piercing his bones. With the last of his energy he blindly called to the last one on his mind, the one he believed could save him,

"Father..."

It was the dread that woke him. A strange fear tugging at his mind, his heart. Something was wrong.

Sitting up instantly, sweat streaming down over his face, Vegeta stared into the shadows across the room. He rubbed his forehead, as if trying to remove the sudden pain in his scalp. Beside him he could feel a warm form, and he would never admit so openly but his heart smiled and mind sang knowing she was there...with him. Yet the lonely warmth in his heart was to be forgotten at that moment for a sudden fear had woken him. A strange knowledge. He had felt this only once before, when they were fighting Cell.

'But no it couldn't be, there's no way, nothing is strong enough'

Almost silently the saiya-jin slipped from the covers, taking up the dark tank top beside the bed on his way. He glanced to the clock upon the wall before he left the room, 4:49am, the sun should rise soon. A muffled moan touched his ears as he closed the door, dismissing it as Bulma's disturbed sleep increasing of late. As he made his way through the hallways of the capsule corp. residence, he let his mind find each member's Ki signature. Bulma behind him, Bra light and sleeping, Mr. and Mrs. Brief, the in-laws, where Mrs. Brief's Ki was softened by most likely sleep, Mr. Brief's signature was active, or as active as that Human scientist could reach, he was awake already. Before he could search further he found himself outside Bra's room, and on instinct, a new instinct, strange and unknown, Vegeta opened the door quietly. Peering inside he saw his teen daughter curled under cream sheets, softly breathing. The light from the hallway caused her blue locks to shimmer as she shifted.

Convinced nothing was amiss he closed the door and walked towards his son's room. He suddenly realised he didn't feel his Ki nearby, perhaps he was still out with Goten. An ill feeling tore at his stomach, as his steps quickened, fear and anger rising. Without thought the father slammed open the white door, its contact with the wall behind echoing throughout the large home. The light from the hallway revealed an empty bed, no sign of ever being slept in.

It was Trunks, something was definitely wrong. Was it a father's instinct that he new? Trunks had stayed out late many a time since his high school graduation, so why was today different?

A/N: I have not read any of Anne Rice's novels if you are curious and so none of her novels have influenced me in the slightest. My knowledge has come from research into mythology and legends, as well as various movies and stories. There's some great European fables and lore surrounding Vampires, especially from churches.