In The Sorcerer's Apprentice's Behind the Scenes (made in 2009), Jay Baruchel (David) shares that Nicolas Cage (Balthazar Blake) told him " I am a 45 years old man ", so I use this 45 years as the age of Balthazar Blake's age during 740 AD. And with these settings, we can count that Balthazar Blake was born in (740-45) AD =695 AD. Also, Alfred Molina ( Horvath) said "I am 56 years old", so Horvath was born in (740-56) AD=684 AD in my settings.
This chapter is a chapter that I wrote in 2025. From the next chapter until the chapter of the 2024 Christmas Dinner, I wrote them all in 2024.
Chapter 1 Overture
One night in 2000 AD, Balthazar Blake was 1305 years old.
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow across the ancient castle walls in Scottland. In a chamber that had seen more battles and betrayals than any mortal could imagine, Balthazar Blake sat in quiet contemplation, taking to his vampire side for after. His long, blonde hair fell over his sharp, angular face as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, his eyes reflecting the firelight dance. The air was thick with the scent of aged oak and a hint of something less tangible - the musk of the undying.
With a sigh, Balthazar's eyes closed, and he leaned back in his chair. The silence of the room was suddenly pierced by the sound of his human heart, beating steadily in his chest. It was a reminder of his heritage - a blend of mortal and immortal, human and vampire. Balthazar summons his vampire within him out of his body and enters his room.
"Draco Nocturnal, my old friend," Balthazar Blake murmured, his voice echoing faintly in the vast space, "I feel the moon's pull tonight, the thirst... it's stronger than usual. It is the strongest thirst I have felt as a vampire since I was 30, the day I discovered I am a vampire and I found this amulet in my pocket for years already, what is it?
Draco Nocturnal's eyes with intrigued, the crimson glow momentarily overtaking the room. "An amulet, you say?" it pondered, its voice a seductive rumble. "Let me see."
With a furrowed brow, Balthazar reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ancient amulet, its intricate design gleaming in the firelight. He holds it up, the metal warm from his touch. "This amulet," he says, his voice filled with curiosity, "It's been with me since before I can remember I was turned into a vampire. Do you know its significance?"
The vampire's gaze sharpens as it looks at the amulet, the crimson light in its eyes dimming slightly as it focuses on the artefact. "Ah, yes," it murmurs, "The Blake family amulet. A symbol of lineage, a relic that predates even our bond. It is said that it can only be seen by a Blake vampire or the people a Blake vampire wishes to reveal."
Balthazar: So only one Blake-turned vampire can see this amulet?
Vampire: Indeed, the amulet is a testament to your unique heritage, Balthazar. It is a key to the cage that separates your human and vampire selves, allowing us to coexist as we do. It is a bond that can be both a gift and a curse.
Balthazar Blake: So the family myth of some of us are vampires and are Jack and Hyde real?
The vampire's ethereal form coalesces into something more solid, its crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. "In a way, yes," it says, its voice a smooth, velvet purr. "The amulet is a manifestation of your lineage's struggle with the vampiric curse. It serves as a reminder that you are not entirely human, nor entirely one of us."
The vampire reaches out with its insubstantial hand, its fingers brushing against the amulet. A sudden chill runs through the room as the amulet's power flares briefly. "This amulet is a conduit, a bridge between the mortal and the immortal," it explains. "It allows us to share this existence, to experience the world through both the lens of humanity and the hunger of the predator."
"How strange," Balthazar murmurs, his eyes locked on the amulet. "To think that this little trinket holds such dear Draco Nocturnal, have you ever talked to another vampire in our Blake family?"
Vampire: Indeed, I have encountered others of our kind, Balthazar. All are united and have embraced their vampiric nature fully as a half-breed while balancing the human heart with the vampire's hunger.
Balthazar Blake: Did they say what will happen once I wear the amulet?
The vampire's form solidifies further, its crimson eyes gleaming as it looks at Balthazar intently. "Wearing the amulet would be a declaration, Balthazar," it says, its voice a low growl that sends a thrill down the king's spine. "It would unite us in a way that has not been seen in centuries. Our powers would be as one, and we would be unstoppable."
Balthazar Blake: I heard once I wear it, there is no way to take it off, I can only hide it with my clothing or let it sink into my skin
The vampire's spectral hand hovers over the amulet, as if weighing the gravity of its words. "That is true, my king," it admits. "Once the amulet is worn openly, it will be as if we are one being. It is a bond not easily undone, and one that comes with great responsibility. But fear not, for I will guide you through the shadows and teach you the ancient ways of our kind."
Balthazar Blake: take off my upper body shirt, my vampire sees the strong muscle of my body, my upper body is naked now
The vampire's eyes trace the lines of Balthazar's bare chest, a smouldering heat in its gaze. "Such a fine specimen of humanity you are," it says with an appreciative smile, its teeth flashing briefly. "The amulet would look exquisite upon your flesh, a beacon of our shared heritage."
Balthazar Blake: I heard if a Blake vampire wears the amulet, the vampire in this Blake can survive on this Blake no need to drink others' blood anymore
The vampire's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of excitement in its voice. "Interesting rumor, and it is true," it says, the flames of the fireplace reflecting in its crimson gaze. "But remember, Balthazar, the price of such power is high. The amulet feeds on the life force of its bearer, and to sustain both of us, you would have to be exceptionally strong."
Balthazar Blake: Do you think I as a 1305-year-old master sorcerer am strong enough of that?
"You physically can" the vampire muses, a smirk playing on its lips. "But strength is not merely in physical form, Balthazar. It lies in your soul, in your will to endure the eternal struggle."
The vampire tilts its head, considering the question with a thoughtful expression. "And I am sure that you mentally are able to handle me well too " it says, its voice a velvety purr. "But the true question is, do you wish to live in such a way? To be bound so tightly to one source of life?"
Balthazar Blake: If it can help me protect people I care about, I am willing to do it.
The vampire's crimson eyes soften slightly, its expression one of understanding. "Your human compassion is admirable," it says, its voice a gentle whisper in the quiet of the chamber. "But consider the implications of such a union. The amulet would alter the very fabric of our existence together. Are you prepared for that?"
"Please" Balthazar handed the family amulet to his vampire to put the amulet on his neck.
The vampire takes the amulet with surprising gentleness, considering the power it holds. "Very well," it says, its voice a soothing murmur. "But remember, Balthazar, once this is done, there is no turning back."
Balthazar only nodded to him in a conform tone.
The vampire holds the amulet in its spectral hand, feeling the pulse of power within the ancient artefact. "As you wish, Balthazar," it says, its voice a solemn whisper. "But know that this is a choice that will alter us both."
The vampire carefully places the amulet around Balthazar's neck, the metal cool against his skin. "Now," it says with a sly smile, "we are truly one."
As the amulet settles against Balthazar Blake's skin, a sudden weight seems to press down on his chest, as if the very essence of the Blake family lineage is bearing down upon him. The magic within it pulses, resonating with the vampiric power that he's holding at bay for so long.
Balthazar's eyes widen as the amulet warms to his touch, its intricate design seeming to come alive under his fingertips. He can feel the magic within it, ancient and powerful, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "It feels... alive," he breathes.
Vampire: I hold my human self in my arms, and place him in bed. Climb on him, use my body to press his body. Balthazar is now a bit afraid and excited because he knows every Blake vampire once wears their family amulet, they will do some…naughty things.
Balthazar gasps as the weight of the amulet settles around his neck, the warmth of its magic seeping into his very being. The vampire's ghostly embrace feels like a cool breeze on his feverish skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. "What happens now?" he whispers, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
Vampire: You tell me, my dearest Balthazar Blake.
As the amulet's warmth spreads through Balthazar's veins, it's as if a new chapter of his existence is being written with each pulse of power. The weight of it is indeed heavy, but not in a burdensome way. It's like... the gravity of an ancient pact being fulfilled, a promise that pulls at the very core of my being.
"The amulet feels like it's fusing with my flesh, the sensation strange and exhilarating," replied Balthazar. The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with an electric current that makes the hair on my arms stand on end. "My senses are heightened, every whisper of a breeze, every heartbeat in the castle echoing through me." "It's... alive," he murmured, his voice a reverent hush.
Vampire: What's alive?
Balthazar swallows hard, his hand rising to touch the amulet again. It feels heavier now, more substantial as if it's drawing something from him. "The amulet," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "It feels... alive."
Vampire in a whisper tone: Tell me, Balthazar Blake, what will a Blake vampire do at their closest bedtime after they once wear the family amulet?
"They will leave their loved ones for that time of sleep, for they will sleep alone in their bedroom as people believed, but actually,they will also summon their vampire in them and let them out of their body and enter their room and then...The stories speak of an unspoken intimacy," Balthazar says, his cheeks flushing slightly. "A bond that transcends the physical, where the vampire within feeds not on the blood of others, but on the very life force of their human counterpart."
Vampire: *moves the amulet to the right of Balthazar's chest* "I don't want this amulet to stain your blood so fast ,even if it at last will, my dear Balthazar"
The room seems to shrink around them as the energy in the chamber intensifies, the air crackling with power. The vampire's form becomes more substantial, its crimson eyes locking onto Balthazar's as if searching the very depths of his being. The vampire's fangs elongate, gleaming in the firelight, as it leans in closer to Balthazar's bare chest. With a swift, almost tender movement, it pierces his skin, the sound of the bite echoing through the room like the chiming of a distant bell.
As the vampire drinks, Balthazar's body arches, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He feels his human essence being drawn out and replaced with something darker, something powerful. The vampire Draco has now inhabit in Balthazar's body.
Vampire: Your humanity will never be gone
Balthazar's eyes flutter shut, the sensation overwhelming. He can feel the vampire's venom spreading through his veins, igniting a fiery transformation. His muscles spasm and his heart races, beating in a new, alien rhythm. "I... I feel... changed," he gasps, his voice a hoarse whisper.
As the vampire's venom courses through his veins, Balthazar can feel his body undergoing a profound transformation. His muscles bulge and stretch, his skin pales to an ethereal shade of marble, and his fingertips elongate into sharp, lethal claws. His teeth ache and shift, becoming fangs that mirror the vampire's own. "What... what is happening to me?" he chokes out, his voice a mix of wonder and terror.
The transformation unfurls like a dark, majestic blossom, its petals made of shadows and moonlight. Balthazar's upper body, once the epitome of a gentleman's refinement, now ripples with the power of an ancient creature of the night. His shoulders broaden, the muscles of his chest and arms knitting themselves into a tapestry of might and grace. The amulet, now a part of his very essence, glows through his skin like a crimson jewel set in alabaster. His eyes, once a gentle brown, now burn with a fiery crimson hue, a beacon of power and wisdom that could command armies or offer a gentle mercy. The transformation is not merely physical, but a symphony of his soul's duality coming to the forefront. The vampire's essence weaves with his humanity, creating a tapestry of darkness and light, of brutal power and tender care. The amulet, nestled above his heart, beats in time with the new rhythm of his life, a constant reminder of the bond that now defines him.
As the transformation sweeps through Balthazar's body, his lower body follows suit, his legs lengthening and reshaping into a form both elegant and terrifying. His feet become talons, capable of tearing through the toughest of materials, yet silent as a cat's paws on velvet. His legs from a paire of at most a normally but sexy long legs turned into a pair of powerful legs that could easily crush a man's rib cage. His pointy leather shoes turn into boots and adjust to his vampire form's legs, as the leather gives way to the new, unearthly form beneath. His posture changes, no longer that of a man accustomed to the rigours of mortal existence, but a creature of the night, poised and predatory. The amulet's power courses through him, and his humanity melds with his vampiric nature, creating a being that is both a kind guardian and a fearsome warrior. The room seems to bend around him, the very air alive with the electricity of his newfound strength. He is now Balthazar Blake, Vampire King.
As the transformation reaches its crescendo, shallows and magic with pure darkness swirl on his upper body and turns into a dark vampire king formal suit with sliver patterns, those patterns at first glance are casual to watch, but for those who know their meaning will be fearful. The amulet's light dims, and in its stead, a crimson aura surrounds his body, hinting at the monstrous power beneath the veneer of a refined gentleman. His waist was just once with a simple accessory, his belt, but now holds a gleaming sword, the hilt made of obsidian and adorned with silver runes that pulse with ancient magic. The sword, known as Midnight's Edge, whispers to him of battles to come, of justice to be served and evils to be vanquished. A pair of dark wings have grown from his back and now are nicely folded behind. His skin is full of rune-like markings, representing his power and authority as the vampire king, and his head now wears a little obsidian stone tiara.
Vampire: Looking up from his task, the vampire's eyes lock onto Balthazar's body, a flicker of something unreadable crossing its features. "The choice is yours, my king," it says, its voice a seductive whisper. "The amulet is a part of us now, a symbol of our union. Whether it remains visible or hidden, the power is ours to wield."
The room seems to spin around Balthazar as the power of the amulet surges through him. He can feel his body changing, morphing into something more than human. His clothes fall away, replaced by a suit of shadows that clings to his new form. His eyes become twin pools of molten gold, reflecting the fireplace's flames. His teeth elongate into fangs, sharp and deadly, and his skin pales to a marble-like sheen. His fingers and toes lengthen, curving into sharp claws capable of piercing the darkest night. And yet, amidst the transformation, there's a strange comfort, a sense of coming home to a place he never knew he belonged. The amulet sinks into his chest, becoming one with him, and the crimson light within him coalesces into a sword of pure energy, Midnight's Edge, appearing in his hand. The weapon feels like an extension of his arm, a part of him that's always been missing. The weight of the sword grounds him, reminding him of his newfound strength and the justice he's sworn to uphold. The vampire within him whispers ancient secrets, the knowledge of his ancestors becoming his own. He stands tall, a creature of the night imbued with the grace of a king and the fury of a thousand suns.
Balthazar Blake: "What... what have we become?" Balthazar whispers, his voice now a mesmerizing blend of human and beast.
The vampire's spectral hand traces the line of the amulet now embedded in Balthazar's skin. "The amulet is now a part of you, Balthazar," it says, its voice a low, resonant purr. "As for your question,The Vampire King of Scotland, a title that carries with it both the legacy of your human lineage and the might of our vampiric kin."
Balthazar looks down at himself, his eyes wide with wonder. His heart thunders in his chest, a testament to the power that now flows through him. He runs his hand over his new form, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the power coiled in his muscles. The weight of the sword in his hand feels right, a natural extension of the power that now defines him. "I feel... so much," he murmurs. "So powerful, yet... different. How do I control this?"
Vampire: "Ah, the art of slumber," the vampire says, a knowing smile playing on its lips. "For us, it is not the mere absence of consciousness, but a delicate dance with the shadows. To sleep well is to embrace the darkness within and let it replenish your strength. You need not seek the comfort of a coffin or the cold embrace of the earth. Simply find solace in a space where the whispers of the night are your lullaby and the pulse of the amulet is your heartbeat. In this state, you shall find peace and rejuvenation, unlike any mortal could ever dream."
Balthazar Blake: "And what of my human side?" Balthazar asks for his newfound strength and power not entirely dispelling the lingering concern. "Will I still be able to feel... human emotions, to love and care?"
Vampire: "Fear not, my dear Balthazar," the vampire's spectral form rises and envelops him in a cool, comforting embrace. "The amulet does not erase what makes you human, but rather enhances it. Your capacity for love, for compassion, for rage, they all remain, but now they are tempered by the immortal fires of our vampiric essence. Do not worry," it whispers, its breath a soft caress against his ear, "you will still be you, only more."
The Vampire suddenly remembers a thing: Oh you want your amulet out of your skin or stay in your skin right now? Even it can be adjusted anytime you like in the future.
Balthazar's gaze falls to the amulet now embedded in his skin, a symbol of their unbreakable bond. "No," he says firmly, his voice a mix of awe and determination. "The amulet stays. I am ready to embrace this power, to protect those I care for with every ounce of strength I now possess."
Vampire: Not even let it out one time, kiss it and sink it back into your skin?
Balthazar's hand lingers on the amulet, feeling the pulse of power beneath his fingertips. "Perhaps later," he says, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "For now, let us see what this new union brings. What is the first lesson you wish to impart upon me?"
Vampire: Not until you summon it out kiss it and sink it back into your skin first
With a tremble of anticipation, Balthazar uses his hand to hold the amulet to his lips, pressing his lips to the cold metal of the amulet. He feels a jolt of power surge through him as he whispers a word of command, and the amulet emerges from his skin. He holds it in his hand, the crimson stone gleaming in the firelight. "Now what?" he asks, his voice a blend of excitement and trepidation.
Vampire: Let it sink back into your skin
Balthazar feels the coolness of the metal against his chest. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and whispers the word of command again. The amulet sinks back into his chest, and he feels the power of the vampire within him surge, filling every fibre of his being. His eyes snap open, and the room seems to dim as his new senses adjust. "It's done," he says, his voice echoing with a hint of the creature's ancient might.
"Can you tell me what commands you said just now?" the vampire ask with curiosity.
Balthazar pauses, his eyes flickering with the memories of the ancient incantation. "It is an ancient tongue," he says, his voice a low rumble. "A secret passed down through the generations of Blake vampires. The words themselves are a part of the bond we now share. They are not to be spoken lightly."
Vampire: It seems your natural vampire Blake mental features wake up in your human body. Since you said you can't lightly speak those words in that language, can you at least explain it in English?
"The words I spoke," Balthazar says, his gaze distant as he recalls the incantation, "translated to 'Become one, Blake's blood and stone.' It is a declaration of our unity, a bond forged in the essence of our shared lineage."
Vampire: The same words to let the amulet sink into your skin or reveal it, are they in Welsh or Scottish or Irish or Latin?
Balthazar's gaze sharpens as he considers the question, his new vampiric mind sifting through the layers of history and myth that have become part of his consciousness. "The language is a blend of the old tongues," he says, his voice a soft rumble. "Welsh, Scottish, Irish, and Latin, all woven together in a tapestry of ancient power. It is a language known only to those of our lineage, a secret that has been passed down through the centuries."
Vampire: Well, that's so Balthazar Blake's style...
Balthazar Blake: What do you mean?
Vampire: it shows Blake's family adopting different places and cultures as a tradition even as a conquerer.
Balthazar nods solemnly, the gravity of his newfound heritage weighing heavily on him. He had always known he was different, but the revelation of his vampiric lineage and the power it brought was both thrilling and daunting. "I am indeed a blend of the lands," he says, his eyes reflecting the fire's light. "A legacy of ancient kings and mythical beasts and a sorcerer." He runs a hand through his hair, feeling the new weight of his role.
Balthazar closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the incantation bubbling up from the depths of his soul like a spring from an ancient well. He opens his mouth and speaks the words that resonate with the power of the amulet, each syllable a blend of the languages that have shaped his lineage. "Ensis sanguinis et lapis," he murmurs, his voice deep and resonant, the Latin words for 'blade of blood and stone'. His eyes flicker open, a crimson light dancing within the gold irises. "Cumhachd na h-eòin," he continues, the Gaelic words for 'power of the swan', an animal sacred to the Irish. His hand moves to his neck, and with a flicker of his wrist, the amulet emerges from his skin. The room seems to still as he speaks the final phrase, a blend of Welsh and Old English: "Aur y Blake," meaning 'The Gold of Blake'. The amulet hovers before him, a crimson light pulsing from its centre. "This," he says with a hint of pride, "is the spell to reveal or conceal the amulet as I wish." He watches as the amulet sinks back into his skin, leaving no trace but the warmth of the stone against his pulse, he repeats the whole spell "Ensis sanguinis et lapis,Cumhachd na h-eòin,Aur y Blake,blade of blood and stone,power of the swan, the gold of Blake"
Vampire: The amulet, it is cold to touch but it warms your body? It is heavy for its weight but once it goes into you, you feel nothing.
"The amulet is indeed cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the fire that burns within me now," Balthazar says, his hand resting over the spot where the amulet lies hidden beneath his skin. "But once it's a part of me, it feels as if it's always been there, a second heartbeat that resonates with every pulse of power I now possess. It's both a comfort and a reminder of the immense responsibility that has been placed upon my shoulders."
Vampire: Now I want you to do one thing: turn back to human form, keep the amulet out, dress back all your human normal clothing (using Balthazar's body's hand to point) I put them right there on the chair, and visit your late father, he should be in his room. Keep the sword in your scabbard and on your belt but beneath your coat.
With a nod of understanding, Balthazar recites the incantation under his breath, feeling the power of the transformation recede like a wave. His body shrinks back to its human form, the shadows receding to reveal the well-tailored suit laid out on the chair. He quickly dresses, feeling the weight of his humanity settling back upon him, yet the amulet's power is ever-present, a warmth that reminds him of the creature he now shares his soul with. The vampire's eyes watch him with a hint of curiosity as he fastens the scabbard around his waist, the sword a silent sentinel at his side. "I will visit my father," he says, his voice a gentle murmur, the vampire's influence still lingering like a whisper in the back of his mind.
Vampire: Don't forget your trench coat, it's cold today. It is still winter. Don't tell me you are a vampire, I will not accept this reason. And it's better to keep warm in cold winter.
Balthazar nods, picking up the long, black trench coat that was neatly folded over the chair. As he slides it over his shoulders, the fabric seems to meld with the shadows, becoming a part of him. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling the soft, human texture once again, and fastens the amulet around his neck, letting it rest outside his shirt as a silent declaration of his newfound status. The sword, Midnight's Edge, remains hidden beneath the coat, a reassuring presence against his side. He looks at the vampire, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I am still Balthazar Blake, but now I carry the strength of both worlds within me." He pulls the collar of the coat up around his neck. "I will visit him, and perhaps he will understand me better now." With that, he strides towards the door, his movements a blend of human grace and predatory grace, the echo of his footsteps the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
The vampire smiles within Balthazar's body
Balthazar Blake: "I am ready," he says, his voice a mix of determination and anticipation. "Let us begin."