Sorry that took so long guys. School is hectic. Blah. Enjoy the continuation of the flashback. Next chapter I'll get back to the battle at hand.
Not to mention that eventually, Vlad is going to have to pay the piper.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vlad in this chapter. BACK OFF EVERY OTHER CHARACTER! They are mine.
Nurse Sydney wipped damp eye with her moist hankerchief. Her chocolate eyes, chocked full of sadness, could not keep the tears within. Vlad tried to put on his best heart-broken look as the nurse sat beside him, checking his pulse. He wondered if she should check her own. Truth be told, her pale skin and baggy eyes made her look worse then his condition.
And thus, a sickness of the heart is greater than the sickness of the body, Vlad mused.
(AN: The irony of the above statement kills me)
"What's troubling you dear?" he asked. It was most likely about Alicia.
"It's about Alicia," Nurse Raiyn said. Ah, so he was right. Of course.
"We're um..." her eues blinked rapidly with a reluctance to let the words fall from her lips, giving them a shot for reality. "We're not sure if Alicia's going to make it. Her brain activity is decreasing and so is her heart rate."
That would explain the woman's concern. Concern? No, that's an understantement. Worry. Greif. Distraughtness. Is distraughtness a word?
These were the thoughts running through Vlad's mind as his nurse confessed her troubles.
It dawned on him that he wasn't being very sympathetic. Why should he be? Tonight he was going to go through with the first phase of his plan. By morning, Alicia would be fine and Sydney would be so thankful and that look of melancoly she wore would disappear.
Melancoly. That's another word that described her.
As the nightly fog rolled in, Nurse Sydney check on Vlad Masters for the final time on her shift.
Her rustled brown bangs fell over her eyes as she opend the door. Readjusting the objects hindering her view, she saw the bulky form of Mr. Masters, back to her and sleeping peacefully.
Her shift was over.
Within minutes she was by Alicia's side, gazing longingly at her daughter. Ten silent minutes later, Nurse Raiyn left the room and two figures appeared.
Young Alicia's limp body was gently lifted and flown out of the window. Moments later, it was strapped to a tabl i nthe middle of a make-shift lab Vlad had created. Glowing lights flickered, rapidly relaying a myriad of information. In the middle of the room sat the table upon which the comatose child lay, contained withing a sphere of glass. A tube ran from the top of the glass to the computer, which gave readouts of chemical levels.
It had taken Vlad three nights of inconspicuously "borrowing money" from banks to afford the materials before him. Soon the nights of so many close calls would be worth it.
With Alicia belted to the table, Vlad began to type on a computer. His ghostly aura lit the keys in the ultraviolet light.
Checmicals balanced.
Ectoplasm levels stable.
Electricity running at full power.
The child's vital signs confirmed she was still in a coma. But not for much longer, though Vlad. With a final tap of the buttons he turned around to the quiet figure patiently waiting in a chair.
"Are you ready, dearest?" he asked, supressing a demented grin.
Lyric looked up, a half-smile forcefully given. "Yes."
"Then go ahead and enter the chamber. You'll need to be touching you real hand when I push the button, okay?"
The angel nodded, and with a ruffle of her magnificent wings, she opened the door to the sphere and shut herself in/ Without hesitation she placed her hand upon her still form. Her eyes turned to Vlad.
The elder halfa turned to the controls. His fingers quickly reached the activation button. With a final push, he would create (hopefully) an entirely new species. Would it work? There was never a gaurentee with ectoplasm. It was a highly unreliable substance with a knack for unseen side effects.
It would work. There was no other way.
But just in case, he took one last look at his little friend. A final memory if the experiment didn't work. To his suprise, she was kneeling in prayer.
She was praying? Why would she pray to the One who had denied her heaven? Ah well, that was her problem.
Vlad pushed the button.
Electricity and ectoplasm melted together as they rushed through the tube leading towards the child. Everything was running smoothly.
Without warning, the mixture burst into flames. An ear-piercing scream rangout and all the power in the room vanished.
...silence...
Vlad opened his eyes and grinned widely as he gazed upon the sole light source.
It had worked.
Now only to see how far he could take this.
It had been a week since Alicia had made her "miraculous" recovery. She had awoken refreshed and in perfect health. The only sign of abnormalty was a slight green tint to her blood. It was everntually written off as an overdose of vegetables in the weeks before her "incident".
Nevertheless, her parents had yet to let the child from their arms, despite their hectic work schedule. Eventually time caught up and Vlad found himself watching cartoons with his young friend again. This time though, she didn't ask him to read her books as much.
She would ask if they could go flying.
And after the 3:30 nurse left, they would soar to the sky and play. Or in Vlad's terms: train.
The two were never caught. Spectators occasionally reported two blurs streaking across the sky, but the police dismissed the sightings.
It never crossed anyones ming that the rumors might be connected with the string of robberies in the area.
5 is our magic number!