Hello! It's been awhile, I know since I've updated. There is one more chapter after this one. I hope you've enjoyed. If I would've put some more effort and research into this, it probably would attract more readers. My vampires are just very basic: one bite and you turn into one, kind of like zombies and also just holy water, stakes, garlic. Nothing too complex, sorry to disappoint some readers. Who knows, I may write something more like Anne Rice does. I've though about it and it would take place in Voltron Force. You never know.
I do not own Voltron or make any money off of this story. Any oc's here are mine.
As Keith, Hunk and Pidge stood vigilant in fighting stances in the hallway, Lance took the opportunity to run to his room before they could stop him and quickly change his pants and boxers. No longer could he stand the soaking wetness, even though he knew he shouldn't abandon his friends during this fight for their lives. Nearly fifty feet from his bedroom quarters, he surreptitiously made his way to the bedroom door and quietly opened it while tiptoeing in before closing the door behind him carefully. He promised himself only a tiny sliver of time to get out of his wet clothes below his waist and then rush back to his friends. Creeping over to his dresser, he set down his crucifix and garlic bulbs and then dug in the second drawer for a pair of clean khaki cargo pants and boxers while his heart pounded in his chest as though yelling Hurry! Hurry! As he peeled off his wet boxers and pants, he slipped into the clean, dry ones. Ideally he would've loved a shower or a bath, but there was no time. There were vampires to fight and even kill if need be.
No sooner had he gotten his pants on and had them pulled up before he began to button them when he heard a swooshing sound followed by a feather-like touch brush, ever so softly against his face. Allura's ghostly pale visage was only centimeters from his face and he could feel a bizarre coldness emanating from her.
"Where is Keith?" her strangled, raspy voice urgently asked of him. Her icy blue eyes blazed into his and his knees began to shake against one another.
"I don't know," he managed to answer barely above a whisper.
"You do too! Tell me now!" she screeched in furiosity. "I demand it!" With that, she picked him up with what could only be superhuman strength, her white fists gripped the collar of his leather jacket and slammed his back into the wall. "I'll settle for you then! I need blood!"
Lance heard a blood-curdling scream and it finally occurred that it was coming from him as he struggled to recover his breath and comprehend what had just happened to him. Frigid fingers gripped his face as he was forced to stare into her eyes that reminded him of the blue flames in the hottest fire. Sucking in his breath, he couldn't believe this was really Allura, the sweet, innocent princess he had known for so long. He was now absolutely terrified of her. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sniffled. "Oh Allura," he sobbed as her teeth clamped down onto his neck.
His consciousness was ceasing until he faintly heard loud hissing and cries and as he slumped to the floor in a heap near the wall, he heard Hunk's voice.
"Lance!" Hunk cried out shaking him. "What the hell!"
"I just needed to change my clothes. Oh, oh, I don't feel so good. I'm so, so weak," Lance responded shaking his head while his eyelids fluttered as he fought for complete consciousness.
"The princess bit you. If I hadn't stopped her with this crucifix, she would've turned you," Hunk replied holding the crucifix up to Lance's face.
"She was looking for Keith. She is incredibly strong and she picked me up and slammed me against this wall. Gods Hunk, I, I actually enjoyed her biting on my neck," Lance said as he shook his head, the feeling of shame and guilt gripping his throat. He didn't really want to admit that he was aroused by her biting and overpowering him. Rising to his feeth, the dizziness clouded his vision as stars burst in front of his eyes.
"You okay Lance? You're weak," Hunk stated looking him over as he grasped onto his arm.
"I can make it. You guys need me." Lance responded struggling to put one foot in front of the other as they left his room and started down the hall. Hunk encircled his right arm and his left as he helped him along.
"Where's Pidge? Where's Keith?" Lance asked looking around frantically.
"They headed towards the control room." Hunk responded as they walked towards that direction.
"You just let them go there?" Lance yelled, his face twisted in fear. There were too many vampires in the castle and this was becoming a losing battle.
"I had to get YOU!" Hunk roared back.
Still weak, Lance hobbled behind Hunk and had no strength to argue with him. They needed to find their Keith and Pidge.
But, just then Pidge flew from behind them with his mouth agape and pointy fangs. Now he too was a victim of the vampire curse.
"Hahhh!" he shrieked at them.
"No! Little buddy!" Hunk cried out. "I've failed! They got you too!" Hunk began to bawl like a big calf as Lance held his crucifix up and Pidge shielded his eyes and scurried away.
"It's just the three of us for now," Lance spoke softly, his head down along with Hunk's. "Let's hope Keith is alright."
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Alone in the control room, Keith had a sickening feeling about his friends and the immense danger. Hearing only his light footsteps on the marbled floor, he craned his neck upwards to view a mysterious bright light that illuminated the castle control room. He froze in his tracks when Allura appeared to him several feet above and almost to the ceiling.
"At last my love! I have found you!" she called down to him and he thought that she was never more beautiful than right now. "Keith, join me," she pleaded. Holding out her hand to him, he could only gaze at her dumbfounded and spellbounded, his mouth held open, eyes transfixed. "Keith, my love, we'll be young forever. We'll never grow old. You will be my immortal." Her last few words seemed to pound into his soul and he found himself being drawn as though he were leaving his body.
"I ca.. can't Allura," Keith fought to articulate the words. He quivered, startled by sheer terror at the touch of her ice-cold, yet delicate hand that caressed his cheek. Allura was nearly transparent, her long gold locks waved out at the sides of her her head, her gown glittery and flowing as she hovered above him, floating angelically in mid-air.
"My love, don't turn away. You can't...," she pleaded. Keith's eyes locked onto her sapphire-blue ones. He was being pulled closer into a tunnel of light that was so comforting and oh so bright, with a sound that was so pulsating. Keith was just below her and she dropped down closer to him, her mouth opening slowly to reveal her sharp, porcelain-white fangs. They were fangs that ached to bite down onto his beautiful, muscular throat.
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Hunk and Lance were low on everything they could use against the vampires. Their best bet was to use the crosses as they did not want to stake anyone, but it did happen luckily not for Dr. Gorma, Coran, Nanny, the princess and now Pidge. These vampires were all quite fast and there was no waiting for three bites to become one. It wouldn't be long and they would joint the ramnks of the undead. So much for the castle of lions, for the people, for the planet of Arus and Voltron. Forming into Voltron could not save them in his one. What a twisted, cruel fate for these trained pilots. They had lost.
With their heads still low, slowly making their way down castle corridors, garlic around their necks and feeling oh so defeated, they drudged on and entered their recreation room. Was it really time to give up though?
Just then, a large dark, mass appeared before them and as it transformed, they suddenly realized it was the priest at the church. Hunk looked at Lance as Lance looked back at him, their horrifying expressions matching one another. They knew from the tingling throughout their bodies and the coldness, yet powerful energy they felt, this was the head vampire.
"Prepare to die, to join us Voltron soldiers to live in enternity, to nourish they self with blood. You are so weak, yet not so precious like your princess," He erupted in a sickening cackle before saying, "Come, let me drink of your blood!"
"Not so fast Father Fangs!" Hunk roared as he took a giant leap towards the vampire, his fingers gripping a stake and his arms outstretched. But, the vampire only laughed as he pulled Hunk up into mid-air and bit into his beefy neck. Blood began to squirt as Lance cried in terror.
"No!" Lance screamed. "No!" Tossing Hunk aside, the vampire turned to Lance with blood pouring down his chin, his smile both manacing and sadistic as his teeth too were stained with Hunk's blood.
Lance lunged forth with his stake and jabbed it into the monster's chest, but that only infuriated him.
"Fool!" Your little tricks won't work against me!" As the vampire reached for the stake to pull it out before planning to slam Lance down and drink his blood, Lance saw his chance at the curtain that was only a few feet away. The curtain shielded the window from the sun that was just beginning to emerge over the horizon. Yes, morning daylight was here and perhaps there was hope after all.
With a fast wave of his hand, Lance yanked back the curtain sending in the seething rays of sunlight blinding the vampire before burning him to a crisp. His screams of pain and agony poured out as smoke billowed out. The shrieks and cries continued for several moments until the corpse looked like little more than a burned-out puddle of slime with smoke still wafting above it.
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Allura was so close now and Keith, upon closing his eyes surrendered to the light and to that of Allura. "Take me Allura" he managed to speak just above a whisper before in a split-second there was a tremendous burst and what he knew next was Allura had fallen into his arms and although she didn't look alive, she was very warm.
Brushing back her hair from her eyes, he stared down at her for what seemed for minutes until he felt for a pulse along the side of her neck. He gasped in what seemed to be of shock, excitement, tremendous relief. She had to be alive! Holding her tightly to his chest, his tears spilled over and down his cheeks. As he pulled back and kissed her face, she began to stir, her eyebrows slightly furrowing from confusion, but he thought she was just the most wonderful thing ever and he looked up and thanked whatever powers that be as he knew this awful undead vampire ordeal was over.
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Lance sat still as though he were a stone statue, very little movement of his body, yet he stared at the steaming corpse just feet away from him. He was unaware of Hunk just behind him and it took him several moments to process that Hunk was yelling out his name.
"Lance! Lance! Geez! What the hell! Did you do it?! Did you really kill the head vampire? Is it over?!" Hunk hollered in obvious hysteria and he began shaking at Lance's shoulders.
When it finally registered on Lance's face that Hunk was alive, well and trying desperately to get his attention, he gazed into Hunk's eyes and began to laugh.
"Hunk! You're alright! Damn! It was the sun! All I did was open the curtains and it fried 'Father Fangs' like barbecue!" He roughly grabbed Hunk and pulled him close to him in the biggest bearhug he'd ever given. After pulling back, he exclaimed, "Come on let's find the others!"
They rushed out of there and met up with a very dazed Coran, Dr. Gorma and Nanny.
"You guys alright?!" Hunk and Lance asked in unison, excited, cautious, terrified, all in one as they studied the three.
"Yes, I, I think so," Coran managed weakly.
"Oh, what happened? Oh Gods! I don't want to remember!" Nanny cried, her hands clasping the sides of her head as she trembled while Coran began to comfort her with his arms around her. "Where is the princess? Oh my baby!" she cried harder, her face reddened and twisted with grief and anguish.
"Yes, has anyone seen the princess or anyone else?" Dr. Gorma asked, his voice cracking slightly with anxiety as he looked desperately at Hunk and Lance.
"We haven't, but you gotta see this," Hunk said. "Follow Lance and me," he added as both he and Lance turned and began to walk back to the recreation room.
A collective gasp of sheer terror from Coran, Dr. Gorma and Nanny filled the recreation room as they spot the remains of the vampire on the floor. The 'head vampire' was what they were told from Lance. Hunk had explained that he was the priest down at the Catholic church where they had obtained holy water and crucifixes.
Upon hearing this startling and unsettling revelation, Dr. Gorma dropped to his knees in horror, his face white as though he were going to pass out.
"Oh my heavens! That's Father Glaser! But, how, how, and why?" he struggled to ask before his hands flung up to his face and began to wail.