In The Company Of A Vampire Chapter 14:
In A Sweet Embrace Darkness shall not prevail…
Authors notes: Okay, before anyone clobbers me for being really really really late with this chapter, I have been busy with college and so did lose my inspiration for this story but now I have it backand am reayd to write it once more.
Night had slowly descended into day, leaving Daisuke alone as the vampire retired once more to hide from the suns deadly rays. Daisuke hadn't seen the true beauty of the sun for a long time and when he looked up, he was nearly blinded, his eyes running the waterworks caused by the cold. He took another dose of medicine. Today was going to be boring like any other day now. No vampire or Kanatani attacks to worry about, no visions to help him see what was going to happen next. No, today was going to be normal for once, something that Daisuke began to long for now that he was training to use both of what was given to him at birth – his vampire hunting skills and the sight of a seer. Something gleamed in the light of the sun out of the corner of his eye.
Ignoring the sudden disturbance of thought, he picked up the bowl of ice cream and walked over to the radio that had been put out here by Dark just in case the human became bored. Turning the small dial to on, he switched the channels over until One More Addiction by Natalie Imbruglia took over from the continuous Pop music that was always being discovered by the radio. Taking a scoop of ice cream from the bowl, his senses spin as the vanilla flavoured ice cream ran all the way down his throat, causing him to take another and another before the whole bowl was finished. Placing the bowl in the kitchen ready to be cleaned up afterwards, he spluttered once, twice, three times for being allowed some more air. Daisuke thought that if Krad didn't kill him when it was time to encounter him once more, then this virus was going to get the job done before hand.
Walking into what was his bedroom for the time being, he took off the pyjamas that seemed stuck to his frame before rummaging through the draws to find a suitable pair of shorts that seemed easy to run about in whilst also picking up the vest top he wore yesterday since it was the only one that wasn't being washed at this very instant. Rummaging through the underwear draw was never an easy task for Daisuke who often pulled out the draw on accident now due to his inability to control his strength, which was growing at a rapid rate. Ending up sprawled on the floor with a pair of boxer shorts covering his face, he sighed, wishing that his clumsiness wouldn't be best pals with his strength. After all that was what it seemed like to him now.
Once he was finally dressed, he tied up the punch bag, moving most of the furniture in the living room before also placing an exercise mat on the floor so that he could tone up his flexibility afterwards. Wrapping the knuckle bandages around his bare knuckles, he took one swing at the red bag, his anger and frustration beating back the effects of the virus as he twisted out of the way of the swinging bag before punching it once more followed by a fist that led into an upper cut. The bag seemed to swing almost out of control from the strength that was pummelling into it along with the boy but that didn't stop him as he performed a round house kick he had been working on for a while, hoping that his balance wouldn't be affected as his leg swung out, impacting with the bag before he twisted around, placing his feet perfectly on the floor.
Taking another swing at the bag, the face of Krad seemed to loom before his very eyes causing the rhythm of each sudden punch and kick to actually become faster. To Daisuke, this was also his only way of actually trying to forget what had happened to his friend Riku when the insane vampire attacked her. Daisuke knew that changing Riku was the only way and that Dark had to use his own blood to do it but it still hurt him to see the truth of our own evolution once affected by the vampire genes. Seeming to run up the wall, he pushed himself off as his foot swung out to come into contact with the bag that collapsed from the stand as soon as it was hit.
"Oh no…" Daisuke muttered almost breathlessly as he grabbed the bag which was heading dangerously over to where the two paintings were now.
Fixing up the stand once more, he realised that toning up his muscles from the bag continuously was starting to have an affect on him as he looked at the muscles seeming to ripple strangely in his smoothly toned legs, before taking a sip out of the glass of water that he left there from earlier and walked over to the mat, ready to perform the basic flips before moving onto the more advanced exercises he had been using to increase and show off his flexibility. Placing his hands on the start of the mat quickly, he managed to bring over his legs causing him to immediately put his hands upon the floor once more and lift both legs simultaneously before pulling them both over, which was then followed by a cart wheel. Taking one look back at the mat in which he had reached the end of now, he followed the same procedures going backwards instead of forwards before taking a small breather and positioning himself to leap over the sofa in which he had left in a certain position ready for his uses. Taking a few steps back, he seemed to brace himself before running towards the sofa, placing his hands on the smooth surface, lifting his legs up until it seemed that he was doing the splits in the air before pushing over the sofa, landing on the floor into a perfect flip forward, hands placed firmly over the floor whilst his legs pushed themselves right over his head. Standing up, he moved the sofa out of the way by placing it back into the place where it was supposed to be before walking back to the mat, flipping head over heels once in the same fashion as he did when he started practicing these moves before flipping up onto his hands once more, twisting his body once so that he was facing the opposite direction before performing a standard back flip.
This was how his training sessions were now, filled with anything that could be used to dodge since he was far off from sparing with Dark in a test of his abilities. Draining the whole glass, he made his way to the shower, nearly tripping up on the rug as he made his way out of the living room. The illness was forgotten. It was the effects of his training that seemingly made him feel better. The muscles rippled slightly under his skin as he walked towards the bathroom, removing the vest top and the shorts as he did so before walking into the bathroom and removing everything else altogether. Turning the nozzle until a jet of warm water shot out of the head of the shower, he stepped in, making sure to shut the glass door just in case one of the others had woken up.
It was only two 0' clock in the afternoon and already Daisuke was bored with everything as it was now. Picking up a bottle of apple scented shampoo, he lathered the product through his own amber mane that seemed odd in places mainly of the natural spikes in his hair. Washing the shampoo out by using the water, he replaced the cap on the bottle before picking up the soap, using the bar to cleanse his skin of all the everyday life impurities that affected us all. It took him a while to feel that he was completely clean from all the toxins except for the main one that was affecting his health as it were. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around the lower half of his body before stepping out of the shower, taking care not to slip since his feet were soaking wet from the downpour.
I've only been in there for half an hour, what do to…he seemed to think as he walked out of the bathroom to retrieve the clothes he had left in the wash from this morning and to also take another dose from the bottle of medicine as it seemed that this virus wanted to act up once again. Allowing the medicine to slide revoltingly down the back of his throat in two spoonfuls, he picked up the basket full of clothes and placed each of them into the tumble dryer before turning the dials so that it would heat up quickly and allow him to get dressed.
You know…you could actually rest since you are ill Daisuke! The sharp notion coming from Dark seemed to startle him a little. Talking to the vampire while he was asleep was a little strange, but sometimes also handy if he needed help with anything.
Taking up the advice, he put on the pyjamas from earlier as his eyes began to water once more from the pressure of the cold before slumping onto the sofa, grabbing the remote of the TV Riku had brought from her apartment before turning it on and seeing if there was anything of interest to watch before finally settling on a repeat episode of Scooby Doo – the old cartoon series as it were. It was the best thing on. A rather hearty laughter came from the back of his mind.
Hey, you would watch this as well if it were the best thing on…Don't have an interest in TV Daisuke…
Well what if you did?
For now, the vampire remained silent, causing Daisuke to sigh as the time dragged by slowly.