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Those yellow eyes seem so familiar. Where have I seen them before? Lately I think something's been different within me. Now that I really think about it my life revolves around Vladimir. Is it bad though? I feel happy, sometimes so happy it's ridiculous. It's scary. Once in a while I think about my family. They must all be dead now. My mom, dad, brother, all dead because of Vladimir. Why don't I feel more sad?
Because all you need is Vladimir.
That's correct. All I need is Vlad. How helpful, that voice. But something seems familiar about it.
Relax, Henry. Breath calm and go to sleep.
Sleep? Am I even awake? I'm not sure, but something smells….thick and sweet. I feel blind.
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"Dante, I don't feel right doing this to Henry."
"It's fine; this is for his own good. It seems he has been hallucinating. This medicine will be good for him."
Jackson scooted closer to Henry's body. The hotel room was silent as Dante covered Henry's mouth and nose forcing the body to swallow the thick concoction. Jackson wrinkled his nose.
"I don't like the way that smells. It smells too sweet. What is it?"
Dante looked up at his drudge and gave a half-hearted smile, "I don't think you want to know…"
A slightly fearsome looked passed over the drudge's face, "Oh." He scooted farther away from Henry's body, "So how exactly will that help him, since smothering someone usually kills them."
Dante laughed, "Yeah, um, well this isn't medicine for the living, so by slowing his heart rate down until he is almost dead gives the medicine some time to work. After it properly gets into his system the medicine will react and bring him out of a coma."
"What kind of medicine does the undead need?"
"Jackson, I am trying to concentrate and it's complicated to explain so will you just sit quietly for now?"
Jackson pouted and sat in the farthest corner from Dante, which involved getting behind a desk.
Dante sighed but continued to deal with Henry instead of worrying about Jackson at the moment.

He closed his eyes and listened to Henry's heart all but stop. He sensed the concoction invading the boy's blood and making its way into Henry's mind. The medicine is used to kill traitor vampires, but if you add life to the equation it reacts opposite and can give instead of take away. Dante removed his hand and Henry's body sucked in oxygen. It would be slow, but the medicine was working. Everything that was happening, Dante sensed that it all connected somewhere. It had something to do with the annoying now-psycho slayer back from the dead. Someone was playing around with them, someone with power. Dante had checked the body himself, there was no way Joss had survived; the question was not how had he survived but who or what had the power to bring him back without turning him. Joss wasn't a vampire but he certainly couldn't be all human. No, it had something to do with magic; a very dark and powerful magic. This situation was much bigger than Dante had imagined and even though he couldn't quite grasp what it was, he began to question the deeper meaning behind what seemed to be simple.

Dante stood up, "Come on Jackson, we're leaving."
Jackson popped up from his corner, "Leaving? Why? What about Henry? Where are we going?"
Dante opened the door and hung an herb bag on the door handle, "Henry will be fine. I need to do some research."
"Research? Why? What kind? Where?" Dante was once again bombarded by questions that he only answered with silence and a swift stride out the room. Of course Jackson followed ever the curious being that he was…and for the fact that he would get in trouble if he didn't do what Dante said.

There was an old library built at the heart of Spain in underground catacombs that contains all the written records of any type of magic, being, and undead creatures. Only few knew of the library and even less could actually get to it. So, why could a regular general like Dante have access to such a place? Well this is the very question Jackson asked, only not in so many words. "Dante…..how come you know about this library?"
Dante gave Jackson a look, "What do you mean by you."
Jackson looked at the ground and fiddled with a loose strand on his shirt, "Well, I mean, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant…..that, well…you know."
"No," Dante turned and faced Jackson, "I don't know what you mean. Jackson stop playing with your shirt, you'll make a hole."
Jackson used this perfect opportunity to change the subject, "But it won't come off!"
"Stop whining and let me see." Dante broke the string off Jackson's shirt and Jackson silently was ecstatic that his plan worked until Dante smacked him over the head.
"You really didn't think that would work, did you? Well it doesn't matter anyway. We're here."

Dante and Jackson stepped out of the car in front an old cemetery. The sun still shone and made the graveyard a little more cheery. Overgrown weeds, crumbling headstones, and drab colors were interrupted by the occasional fresh flowers lain by only a sad widow or nephew keeping traditions. This particular cemetery very rarely had a living body walk on its grounds, of course that didn't mean creatures didn't lurk, they were just never seen. Even today Dante could feel the presence of past lives coming to weep over their empty graves. Jackson, who was less sensitive to otherworldly being, happily tracked through the gravesites to look at all the tombs and headstones. They stopped at a large black marble mausoleum. The sun made the black sparkle, but couldn't make the air warmer. All around the mausoleum lost souls waited and even Jackson could feel the difference. Dante pulled Jackson closer, "Come on and stay close to me. Okay? No running off. This is a dangerous place."
Jackson just nodded and closely followed Dante into the building. Once inside Dante took off his coat and hat, lit candles, and shut the door. Shadows swallowed shadows and the slick marble echoed their breathing. At the center of the room stood a statue of an angel on a large cage made completely of black. Its lifeless eyes reflected the candle light and its open arms were lost of any welcome. The cage had a lock sealing its door shut.
Jackson poked his out from behind Dante, "Dante?"
"Yeah."
"Are we going to have to go through that door?"
"Yes."
"Oh okay…..How do you open it? Does it have a key?"
Dante smiled, "No, it requires magic."
Jackson looked up at Dante, "You know magic?"
Dante nodded and stepped forward, "Jackson, can you let go of me just for a little while."
"Oh, yeah, okay." Jackson let go of Dante, but hovered close to him and watched as he closed his eyes and murmured words Jackson didn't understand. Dante rubbed something that resembled herbs and strange markings became visible as if someone was etching them into the lock. The marking glowed and then the lock clicked opened. Dante stood and Jackson just stared wide-eyed at him.
"Well, here we go."
They walked through the door and the floor shifted and opened to reveal a staircase. Dante took a candle and he and Jackson ventured down into the darkness.

Henry's POV

I opened my eyes and coughed. My throat felt thick and sticky. What happened? The terrifying dream came back all at once and I sat up in my bed. It seemed so real. I looked around, it seemed to be about mid-day and the sun shone through the curtain and created a dusty look over everything. I can't remember what day it is and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I flipped the blankets off me and stood up. I groaned at my back, I must have been out a while for me to be so sore. My mind became blank as I wondered what I should do. I was hungry, so maybe go somewhere for lunch? Everyone else was most likely sleeping. I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. The cold water that ran over my body helped wake me up and cleared my mind. The grogginess still clung to the edges of my mind, but I ignored it.

More importantly the dream clung to my brain and wouldn't let me forget it. I needed to think about what Joss had said. I needed to fully understand how I felt about Vladimir and this plan of his. And I needed to know what the glowing yellow eyes were. Twice, I've seen them twice. I remember now where I've seen those eyes. It was when Vladimir had first come to accept himself as the Pravus. I remember his eyes glowing yellow, but I don't know what it means or how I could even come to find out what it means. I don't want to think of these kinds of things, if I do everything will become complicated. I'd rather the world stay black and white, but of course that will never happen. The world is a place of many colors and even many shades of colors. As much as any of us want to think the world is just good and evil, human and vampire, it's just not. The thing I'm wondering is 'Why now?' Why, all the sudden, is the world coming out with all these colors? I mean people coming back from the dead, realistic vision/dreams, all-powerful Masters, and I'm pretty sure I've heard Dante mention magic. I miss when the world was simply just humans, doing human things, having human evil.

I sighed and stepped out of the shower, just thinking about thinking of all these things makes me tired. I pulled on some jeans and ran the towel over my hair to dry it. My reflection stared at me. In the full length mirror I looked at myself, really looked at myself. My tan was gone, my hair was over-grown, and even (I almost couldn't admit it) my six-pack was gone. I mean I wasn't fat or anything, I guess I was still toned, but sadly no six-pack. My old conceited self came bubbling up and I wanted to just cry at my image, but of course I didn't. I sure wanted too though, I wanted to do a lot of things at the moment that didn't involve the supernatural; like get a girlfriend and just have a nice time like any normal 17 year old. I sighed sat on the edge of my bed and was pulling on socks when there was a knock on the door. I walked over and answered the door.
"Yes?"
A woman of the hotel staff handed me a letter, "You need to respond to the letter immediately." And she left.
Curiously I opened the letter and in pretty handwriting the letter said, 'Come feed me, I'm hungry.' I sighed again, "There goes any dream of a normal 17 year olds life."
I heard a scoff behind me "I say respond immediately and you sit here and start dreaming of a 'normal 17 year olds life'?"
I spun around with my mouth open, but before I could say anything Vladimir yelled, "Dammit Henry! I'm freakin' starving!"
Inwardly I sighed yet again. It's very rare that Vlad is like this, this childish manner. It is scary too having an all-powerful child to please. Without a word I strode over to the connecting door that Vlad was standing in and he, in turn, walked into my room and sat on my bed. I shut the door and stood in front of Vlad. His eyes glowed purple and he pulled me onto the bed beside him. Vladimir's fang elongated and he happily sunk them into my neck. He pulled me closer and drank greedily. I hate his mood swings, especially this one, but there isn't anything I can do about it. Vlad will just take and take until he thinks it's enough. I started to feel lightheaded. "Master. Master. I feel lightheaded."
Vlad only responded the third time. He looked at me and chuckled, "You know, Henry, you should try some. It's delicious." Vlad then wiped my blood off his lips with his finger and spread it across mine. "Go on, taste it."
I tried not to grimace as I ran tongue across my lips and the copper taste filled my mouth.
"So? Isn't it good?" He laughed again and licked up the blood from the open bite wound before biting down in a different spot. I tried not to flinch but didn't succeed. I could practically feel him smile as he bit down even harder and on pure reflex I grabbed his shoulder. It was if the world stopped. I didn't know what to do and my mind raced. I was terrified of his reaction.

Vlad slowly raised his head and wiped his mouth. My hand loosen its grip and I was about to let go when I felt his hand close over mine. I tried to apologize, to just say something but no sound would come from my mouth. He brought my hand down, clasped it between his hands, and then….he just held it. Confusion and fear ran through my mind. Vlad seemed off and when he looked up at me with a smile, I almost completely flipped out. He looked so incredibly innocent. "I'm sorry Henry, I shouldn't have done that." Vladimir pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the blood from my neck. I sat frozen on the spot. Yes, the world was never black and white; in fact the world doesn't even stay the same colors. The colors change all the time and no one knows what they will be. Vladimir stood up and stuck the handkerchief in my hands, nodded, and just walked out of the room. I all but collapsed on the floor and looked around bewildered. It seems that everyone has decided to go insane! Something told me things would only get weirder.

Okay so I know I haven't updated in like forever and I am soooooooo sorry, but! I have not given up on this story! And sorry for this chapter, I know it's not a steller chapter but this chapter is necessary for the plot to move along. I will try and update soon with the second part of this. I hope you enjoyed anyway! And Thank You for staying with my story!