Origins revealed

He didn't come for three days straight. I figured he'd had enough of me and would never come to me again. I tried to go on with my life but that's utterly impossible after you've spent time with a vampire. Especially, after they've saved your life.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face, whenever it was silent I heard his voice, when I was utterly alone, I felt him near me. It was enough to make anyone go mad!

I pretended to be happy with my friends, for my own sanity's sake. But they saw through the smiling mask easily. "Dawn, what's wrong? Why do seem so sad?" asked Kat, as we walked to the cafeteria for lunch. I had not heard her, I was silent. She nudged me, "Earth to Dawn!" I awoke and gave my attention to her. Her warm brown eyes looked worried, "Are you alright?" she asked, in her bell like voice. I nodded, my lips still in a sad line. "I'm okay. I've been having a hard time sleeping lately." I assured her. The excuse wasn't far from the truth. I had been having a hard time sleeping because I couldn't stop dreaming about Davion.

We came to our table and I sat down without getting any food. I hadn't eaten much either since I had seen Davion last. Now it was John's turn to feel worried, "Are you sick, Dawn? Why aren't you eating?" I told him I wasn't hungry. "Want me to take you to the nurse?" he asked. I shook my head, "I'm okay, really." I gave them a fake smile, and they headed to the lunch line.

I sat there with my head propped up on my elbow, running my fingers through my hair. "Davion, where are you?" I asked in a low whisper.

DAVION'S OLD LAIR:

Davion paced the old, rotting floors of his small chamber. In his hands, he held an old portrait of himself and a beautiful young woman. He was staring at her, into the blue pools of her eyes; thinking about the life he should have had with her, the life he wanted to share with her.

He traced her face with his gloved fingertips, "Evelyn." He whispered her name. "If only I could have you with me now." A blood red tear streaked down the vampire's white skin.

He whipped the tear away with the back of his gloved hand and returned the painting to the trunk at the very back of the room. Picking the heavy trunk up in his arms, he carried it out of the underground room and vanished into darkness.

Dawn Night:

When I returned home that afternoon, I washed the dishes that were piling up in the sink.

My dad got home early today. He gave me a little smile as entered the kitchen, "Hello, Dawn. How was school today?" he asked. I didn't look at him, my eyes were focused on the dish I was scrubbing, "It was okay. I failed my math test." I informed him. He chuckled, "Math wasn't my greatest subject either." His gentle smile broadened. I glanced at him, and despite my hatred towards him I laughed slightly.

"Where's Mrs. Sunshine?" I asked him, in a cold tone. "Who? Maria? She's um…she uh… had to work late." I knew the old dog was lying through his teeth. "Look Dawn" he continued, "I know how that whole thing with Maria looked when I was still married to your mom, but you've got to believe me when I say, it was just a kiss. That was as far as it went back then. I wasn't sleeping with her if that's what your mom told you." I glared at him, viciously, "I don't care! You broke mom's heart! I don't give a damn if you kissed her or banged her up against the flipping wall!" Tears streamed down my face, like a flood. "I hate you!" I turned away and ran from the room, "I wish you had died instead of mom!" I yelled as I ran.

William Van Hellsing stared after his daughter, in stunned silence. His heart felt like it was wrenching out of his chest. It's one thing to suspect something and quite another to hear it. "I'm sorry" he muttered under his breath, tears falling freely.

I threw myself on my bed and sobbed. Alucard leaped on my bed and rubbed his head on my hand, comfortingly. I reached up and petted him. He was the only thing I had now.

"Stop crying." Ordered a beautiful deep voice. My head shot up at the sound of it and my eyes strained to see him in the darkness, "Davion!" I shouted hopefully.

He stepped powerfully out of the shadows. He had a look of concern on his pristine face. I leapt from my bed and tackled him, embracing him in my arms, and sobbing even more onto his shirt.

To my shock and amazement his arms drew up around me and he pressed me against his chest. His face came to rest on my hair. "Please stop your weeping woman. I can't stand it when women cry. It irks me." My tears stopped almost immediately. I gazed up into his angelic face and his evergreen eyes flashed like lighting.

"Where have you been?" my voice still sounded shaky. "Does it matter?" he said darkly. I could see the pupils of his eyes moving as he gazed at me, "yes, it matters. I've …missed you." My face went hot, I was blushing several shades of red. He didn't laugh at me like I thought he would, instead he looked disturbed. There was utter silence between us for a long time.

"So where were you?" I asked yet again. He motioned towards a trunk, which was not originally in my room. I moved over to it and watched as he opened it. "I went to get this. This Trunk holds all of my human possessions. I wanted to show them to you."

I sat down on the floor beside him, "why don't you start from the very beginning and pull out your stuff as you go." He gave me a warm smile, he looked so beautiful tonight. "Good idea, Dawn. Better story telling that way."

He leaned his head up against the wall, and stared up at the crescent moon though the open French doors of the terrace. "I'll begin with my birth."

Davion's Origins:

"I was born in a small village in Transylvania, in the year 1612."

The epic words, "I came from Transylvania" echoed in Dawn's head.

The vampire continued, "My father died of the plague shortly before my birth so I never did get to meet him. My mother was a strong, lovely woman, of noble birth. I later learned that her family had disowned her upon her marriage to my lesser-born father. My sister was but a little over a year older than I was so she and I were very close.

Whenever I was in trouble she would always be the one to get me out of it. She was always very kind and sweet, a soft-spoken person by nature. And I loved her dearly.

The years passed and before we knew it, Emily had blossomed into a beautiful young woman."

"What did she look like?" asked Dawn, with curiosity.

Davion sighed, "Oh, she was beautiful. Some say the most beautiful girl in all of Transylvania. She looked very much like me, actually, with her deep green eyes and jet-black hair that curled at the very tips, and rosy cheeks. She was a slender girl. She moved with such grace, that even today I am jealous of her.

She was also quite talented. She could play the piano like any lady of the court, and her voice could rival that of angels!

As you could imagine she had many suitors, but she turned each of them down. It wasn't until a few months before my death that I figured out why. I had noticed that we had been making more trips into the village market than normal, so I took to spying on her when we went into town. It was on one of these trips that I found out that she had fallen in love with the village blacksmith. His name was Thomas Thatchet, I believe, although most of the village called him Blind Thomas. For the man was blinded as a child.

When she told me that Thomas had proposed to her, I tried to talk her out of it. I felt that it was a total waist for a gorgeous girl like her to marry a blind man. She would not have it any other way, and she accepted his proposal.

I was so angry with her that I stormed out of house. I went to the local tavern. While I chugged down the alcoholic drink, a gorgeous woman entered the bar. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded in waves down her back, and skin the color of moonlight. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

She sat down beside me and we began to talk. She told me that she was a gypsy on her way to Romania from Spain. She was a very…flirtatious woman, and being so full of drink, clouded my judgement. She led me up the stairs to a spare room." His moon lit eyes darted to the girl beside him. She was staring at him, in awe and inept interest. "I'll let you draw your own conclusions about what happened in that room." He said in a humored whisper that made Dawn blush slightly.

"Go on." Said the pretty Dawn, with a slow human gesture.

Davion looked back up at the moon, then continued with his story. "Sometime during our… "Act of passion" she sank her teeth into the flesh of my neck. At the time I thought it was a silly sexual tendency of hers but I was wrong. Her teeth punctured my skin and I tried to scream, but I could not, I had lost my voice. The world went red before my eyes, then all darkened to black. All I could hear was her voice ordering me to forget my human self and embrace my inner demons. I became…lost in a void. A void I have yet to come out of." There was sadness in his voice now.

He went on, "When I awoke, I found myself in an old barn. My body felt strange and alien to me. I thought it was the drink. However when I stepped out into the sun, I had to spring back into the barn, for the light burned me."

He looked down at his right arm, and flexed in front of his eyes, "My arm was scorched, flesh was hanging off the bone. I was terrified. I hid in the dark barn till nightfall, when I tried to leave again. This time there was no effect."

"Where did you go?" asked the intrigued Dawn.

"I went to the only person I knew that could possibly help me, Roseanna La Fait. She was known to meddle in the mystic arts, and I thought that if anyone would know what had become of me it would be her. Although she was known to ask a heavy price for her services, I was willing to do anything she asked.

I went to her small cabin deep in the woods. However before I could enter, I heard someone approaching. I darted up into the trees, overlooking the clearing. I watched as the young Samuel Night, the son of the village Magistrate walked up to the cabin. Before he even reached the door, Roseanna threw open the door and flew into his arms. They embraced for a few moments then she took him by the hand and led him inside.

Samuel Night and Roseanna La Fait! Who would have guessed! I was both shocked and somewhat hurt by this discovery. You see, I was quite taken with Roseanna, myself. I can still remember exactly how she looked, her burning red hair and ice blue eyes, used to make me quiver when I saw her pass me in the village square. Oh well, I thought, I could use this as an advantage.

I waited until Samuel left, then I entered discretely into Roseanna's little house. She didn't even hear me coming. I startled her and at first she tried to kill me, with her salt ant garlic. All she ended up doing was making a mess all over the floor. I was able to calm her using my vampire charm, and I told her my story. She knew me from the village, though she could not remember my name, neither could I. I had forgotten all reference to my identity. She agreed to help me, upon my threatening to expose her secret lover.

She was the one who told me I was a vampire. Roseanna taught me everything she knew about the vampires. She even gave me an enchanted kitten to keep me company through the years." He gestured with a smile towards Alucard, who was licking his paws beside Dawn.

"Do you mean Alucard is under a spell?" asked the girl.

The vampire nodded, "This cat really does have nine lives." He said with a chuckle. He reached over and petted the cat's head.

Dawn smiled up at him, "How many lives does he have left?"

Davion smiled back, "eight I think. Alucard is a very cowardly thing." He said laughing again.

Davion then returned to his story, "I soon learned that I could get my needed blood from animals for the most part. I still need human blood from time to time, sadly.

On one of my many hunting trips I met up with Scarlet, (the vampire who turned me) and her gang. Exavier and his sister, were among them, the other, Alexander is new. They were much stronger than me then and they were able to capture me. They took me to their lair in the vampire realm, where I came face to face with my master for the first time."

"Wait, isn't Scarlet your master?" interrupted Dawn.

"No, she is what is called a Breeder vampire. She turns humans to create warriors for the true vampire Master. Scarlet and the rest of us, serve a True Vampire named Nos. He is the reason I went into a bad mood the other day when you asked me what a True Vampire was." Explained Davion.

Dawn gave a sigh of relief.

"He gave me my vampire name, Davion and told me that I was to lead his army of the undead against the humans. I refused, wanting nothing to do with him, or his plot to rule the world. I ran from them, and escaped. Of course there is no way you can dodge vampires for long.

When I returned to Roseanna she told me that my sister had gone into labor with her first born, and that she was not faring well. There were rumors that she was close to death.

I rushed to Emily and Thomas' home, at the edge of the village. By the time I arrived, the child had already been born, and was wailing lively in a cradle by the fire. Thomas was sitting at Emily's side, holding her hand as she fought for breath.

I waited patiently for him to fall asleep, though inwardly I wanted to rush in there and take her into my arms. Soon enough, he was asleep and I appeared before my dying sister.

At first she thought me an angel, thinking that I was the spirit of her brother sent by God to retrieve her soul and take her with me to heaven. I told her that this was not so. I had come to tell her that now was not her time to die and that she must live on for the sake of her child. She took this to heart and she smiled graciously up at me. I deeply wanted to hug her, but I knew I could not, I was not yet used to my newfound strength and I feared I would crush her already frail body.

I started to leave but her pleading voice stopped me, I turned around and she was pointing weakly at her newborn's cradle, "I named him after you." She said. She told me the name, but I quickly for got it. I told her I was proud to have such a strapping child named for me, and I bowed to her before I left.

That was the last time I ever showed myself to her. I would watch her and her family from time to time, but that was it. She and Thomas had four beautiful children. The eldest, grew into a strong noble man, he joined the army I believe, then went on to settle in America. The second born was a girl named Cassandra, she grew into very pretty girl with a love for books, she married young and later moved here to London and later authored many tales of her own. The third was a boisterous boy, who liked to pick fights needlessly, he died young in a duel over the hand of a young maiden. The last was another girl, she was my favorite out of all of them. Her name was Melody, her name sake fit her perfectly. She had the voice of an angel, and a face to match. She looked every bit like her father, with blue eyes and silver hair.

She couldn't play the piano well, but that was okay, her mother or one of her brothers or sister would play, while she sang sweet melodies. I could sit and listen to her for hours on end as she sang. Unfortunately her life was short lived. She died of Scarlet Fever at the tender age of twelve.

Eventually, Thomas and Emily grew old and died, then their children followed them to the grave. And I was left alone.

Roseanna was arrested for practicing witchcraft. They had to postpone her execution, because she was with child. She gave birth to Samuel Night's son on October 15th 1633, and was burned at the stake on December 1st.

After that I clung to the Night family. Always, watching them from afar.

In the late 1700's Lucas Night, was born. He was the first Night I ever showed my self to. He was a pleasant boy, and he often reminded me of myself. We formed an alliance he and I, like I have with you."

Dawn interrupted again, "Did you kiss him too?" she said with a playful smirk.

"No, we shook bloody hands." He retorted, a toothy grin gracing his lips.

"Then why?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "You're a pretty girl, I couldn't help myself." He replied, watching her blush violently.

"When Lucas moved to America, to seek his fortune, I came along with him. He married a lovely, flighty woman, named Jocelyn. They had two children, a boy and a girl. The boy was named Eric, he was a good looking boy with an exceptional gift for learning. He was very smart, he was even known to beat me at chess now and again.

The girl's name was Evelyn." He reached into the trunk and pulled out the portrait of her and him together. "That's her there."

Dawn looked at the girl and the forever young, Davion standing together, holding hands. She noted that Evelyn was a very beautiful girl, with long brown hair that fell down to her waist and overflowed over her shoulders. Her eyes were the same color as her own. "Were you in love with Evelyn, Davion?" asked Dawn, inwardly uncomfortable.

"Yes." He stated, sadly, "I loved her very much. She was everything to me. It was strange though. She did not have any talents or anything that really made her stand out, yet she intrigued me. She always left me guessing after one of our long chats. Yes, I did love her, and it was because of this love that she is dead, and it is probably why I have been hibernating for two hundred years.

Scarlet and her gang found out about our love affair. They stole her from me to persuade me to join them. Desperate to save her, I went back to Nos' lair. I had not known that Nos could hear my thoughts, once I was in range of him. I paid a heavy price for my ignorance. He had Evelyn killed, before I could reach her.

After Lucas found out about Evelyn's death, he refused to speak to me for sometime.

Then one day, a vampire hunter, named Ezra Van Helsing, arrived. He was young and inexperienced, but he still made me nervous."

"Helsing!" shouted Dawn. The vampire's smirk returned, "Yes, haven't you ever asked what it was that your father exterminates?"

Dawn fell silent.

"He began hunting me. It soon got to the point that I couldn't go out to hunt without him showing up and trying to shoot me down with his silver bulleted gun. I finally derived a plan to trick Van Helsing into thinking I was dead. Lucas was able to switch Helsing's stash of authentic vampire killing stakes, with those made of pinewood, which I knew would never work. Helsing never knew the difference.

That night, I allowed Helsing to stake me. I went to sleep, and I suppose he laid me to rest in that crypt. I had told Lucas to come awaken me, once Helsing was gone. I now believe that Lucas betrayed me, by simply walking away." He was staring at the floor now, his eyes shifting in thought.

"If both sides of my family hurt you so badly then, why…why do you bother with me?" asked Dawn, in a saddened tone. Davion stared her dead in the eyes, "I don't know."

Back to the original story:

I yawned involuntarily. "You are tired." He said, rising soundlessly to his feet. I jumped to mine, "I'm fine really. I don't want to go to sleep." I yawned again. I heard him chuckle; my heart thudded against my ribs. "You need sleep. I promise that if the weather permits it, I will meet you at school tomorrow. How does that sound?" I gave him a disappointed pout.

Before I could utter any resistance, He scooped me up in his arms again and carried me to my bed. He laid me gently onto the quilt and pulled my blanket up to my chin. "Do you mind staying till I fall asleep?" I asked, in a low whisper. He smiled, "I thirst. But, if you like, I will stay a few moments longer. Are you sure you can sleep with a vampire in the room?" I nodded with a small smile.

I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep. I could hear his voice very close to my ear, he was singing a pretty lullaby I could not understand. I think it was in Latin. I drifted off to sleep, with an angel's voice ringing in my ears.