" About Your father,I have to warn you,he might or might not look like the face you see him most in the past" trailer by the vampire within Balthazar Blake.
Balthazar stops in his tracks, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his human heart racing. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice tight with concern. "Has something happened to him?"
Vampire: It's a surprise for you.
The anticipation in the air is palpable as Balthazar Blake, now a creature of both darkness and light, approaches his father's chamber. The door is adorned with intricate carvings, hinting at the secrets and stories it holds within. He raises his hand, feeling the weight of his decision and the warmth of the amulet against his skin, and gently knocks.
The door swings open, revealing a chamber bathed in the soft glow of candles and the flickering light of a roaring fireplace. The room is an eclectic mix of antique human furnishings and artefacts from the world of magic, each piece telling a story of unity and acceptance. The scent of aged books and a faint hint of mystical incense fills the air, creating an ambience that soothes the soul.
Balthazar's eyes widen as he enters the room every time he enters it while he takes off his trench coat, for this room's style is luxurious, and Balthazar's master bedroom is decorated in a simple style. The sight of his father, who appears unchanged despite the years that have passed, is a shock. The vampire within him stirs, sensing something unusual in the air. "Father," he says, his voice a mix of awe and trepidation as he steps into space. "You're... still here."
"As a ghost pretends as a human using his sorcerer power."
Balthazar's hand shakes as it clutches the doorknob, his heart hammering in his chest. The sight of his father, seemingly untouched by time, sends a rush of emotions through him. He tries to hold back his tears as he steps into the room, his eyes scanning the familiar yet alien surroundings. "Father," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of joy and fear. "How is this possible?" He approaches the apparition, his mind racing with questions. The vampire within him remains silent, watching, observing the scene unfold with a cautious curiosity. The warmth of the amulet seems to pulse in time with his father's spectral heartbeat, a comforting reminder of the power and protection he now wields.
"You don't mind if I appear in ghost form right?"
Balthazar's eyes searched for his father's spectral form, trying to reconcile the image before him with the memories of the man who had raised him. "No, Father," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm just... surprised. Your spirit is as strong as ever."
Balthazar nods solemnly, suddenly feeling the vampire's power within him, urging him to keep the amulet hidden for now. He whispers the incantation, and the amulet sinks back into his skin, leaving no trace of its presence. The vampire's whispers echo in his mind, reminding him of the secrets and the power they share. His eyes flicker with a hint of gold, a silent acknowledgement of his dual nature.
Balthazar Blake steps closer to the spectral form of his father, trying to ignore the chill that runs down his spine at the sight of his father's ghostly visage. "Father, I have much to tell you," he says, his voice a soft rumble of human concern and vampiric power. "But first, how are you? Why are you like this?"
Dad: I come to...look for my son...sorry, I have to apologise first.
Balthazar Blake's Dad, also known as Organist Blake instantly puts a hand on Balthazar's chest right where the amulet is within his skin above his heart whispering in a gentlemanly but fearsome dark majestic glory maestoso voice, yet also like a father talking to his 4 years old son, even balthazar Blake is 1305 years old " The vampire in my dearest son Balthazar Blake if you are fully awaken, show his father how his son is now in his full glory! "
Balthazar's body responds to his father's command, his vampiric nature rising to the surface like a tide of shadow. His eyes burn with gold, and his skin pales as his fangs elongate. He feels the power surge through him, a heady mix of terror and exhilaration. The amulet emerges from his chest, the crimson stone pulsing in sync with his heart's dark rhythm. His clothing turns into armour with a cloak that makes him look like the Elf king Thranduil in Hobbit. He spread out his wings and folded them elegantly on his back. He falls to one knee, his vampire instincts in him taking over his body for a while, the words "Your son Balthazar Blake in his vampire true form using his vampire name Draco Nocturnal bows to his father" are spoken from his mouth as his pupils are filled with green ghost fire. As the green fire in his eyes dims, Balthazar Blake's left-hand clutches the amulet as he struggles to contain the beast within. "Fa-father," he stammers, his voice a mix of awe and fear. "What... what are you?"
As Balthazar stammers, the power within him threatens to overwhelm him as his body completes the transformation into a creature of the night. "You are... were a vampire king?" His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of his father, now a being of shadow and power, his form both terrifying and majestic.
The room seems to darken around them as if the very shadows bow before the presence of the two vampire kings. The spectral form of Balthazar's father stands before him, a regal figure of darkness and light. His eyes, once warm and kind, now burn with the wisdom of centuries, a stark reminder of the power he once wielded. The clothes he wears are an echo of his former life, the fabric as pristine as the day he was laid to rest, yet ethereal, a testament to his new existence as a being between worlds.
" Fear me? "
Balthazar's thoughts are a tumult of confusion and wonder. He tries to reconcile the image of his loving father with the formidable vampire before him. He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving the spectre of his father. "Yes, I fear you," he admits, his voice steady despite the tremor in his heart. "But not because you are a monster, Father. I fear the power that you hold, the legacy you have passed onto me."
The revelation of his father's true nature sends shockwaves through Balthazar's core. He had always known there were secrets within their lineage, whispers of ancient powers and forgotten kings, but to stand before the embodiment of those legends was a moment he had never anticipated. His human mind struggled to comprehend the immensity of what he had become, a creature of the night with the blood of ancient rulers flowing in his veins. The vampire within him, however, revelled in the recognition of its kin, the bond between them now undeniable and absolute. Balthazar felt the power of his father's gaze upon him, a silent acknowledgement of his newfound status, and a warning of the responsibilities that came with it.
"Rise my child, a son no need to kneel to his father let alone this son is now a king, he should never kneel as he is wearing king attire."
Balthazar's eyes never leave his father's face as he feels the warmth of the amulet against his skin. He hesitates, then slowly stands, the power within him demanding he meet his father's gaze as an equal. "I am still your son," he says, his voice firm yet respectful. "But I am also the Vampire King of Scotland."
"Also vampire king of Europe"
Balthazar's mind reels with the weight of his father's words. The amulet against his chest feels hotter than ever, a beacon of the immense power and legacy that has been thrust upon him. He straightens his posture, trying to embody the royalty that now courses through his veins. "Father," he says, his voice steady and strong, "I had no idea of the magnitude of this inheritance. I will do everything in my power to uphold the Blake name and protect our people, but I need your guidance." His gold-flecked eyes implore the ghostly figure before him, the vampire within him eager to learn from his ancestor's wisdom.
" My way is different from your way, mine was war, you are now in the 21st century, and need to avoid wars, even you fought as a vampire prince and king in the past before you knew you fully embrace your vampire side when you were much much younger before you became 1000"
Balthazar Blake nods thoughtfully, the gravity of his father's words weighing heavily on his shoulders. He can feel the power of his new form, the strength that comes with his lineage, but he also knows that times have changed. The world is different now, and the battles they face are more subtle and more political than ever before. "I understand," he says, his gold-flecked eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. "I will rule with the wisdom of the ancients and the foresight of the modern world. Together, we can ensure peace for our kind." The vampire within him stirs in agreement, eager to learn the ways of his ancestors and adapt them to the current era.
"My Balthazar, Do you want to know the most dangerous vampire I have seen?
Balthazar's curiosity piqued, he nodded, his eyes never leaving his father's spectral form. "Yes, Father. Who is it?"
" The man in front of me, if not, it would be me, for giving birth to the most dangerous vampire I have seen."
A smile tugged at the corner of Balthazar's mouth, but he quickly sobered as he thought about the implications of his father's words. "What do you mean, Father?"
"You are the most dangerous vampire I have ever seen, even if you are...just fully embrace your vampire side, for you have humanity and vampire power. And all I known are dead…even myself is dead.. you are the only one live to this centry as a human.I am proud of you, my son."
Balthazar's eyes widened at his father's words, the weight of his newfound power sinking in. The warmth of his father's touch, even in this ethereal form, brings him comfort and a sense of belonging. He nods solemnly. "I will not disappoint you," he says, feeling a fierce determination rise within him.
Balthazar's heart swells with pride at his father's words, his humanity and vampiric instincts melding into a fierce loyalty and love for his kin. The gentle touch feels like a warm embrace from beyond the grave, a silent affirmation of the bond they now share. He reaches up, his hand passing through his father's spectral form, a poignant reminder of their new reality. "I will carry the Blake legacy with honor," he says, his voice steady despite the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. The vampire within him whispers of the challenges ahead, but Balthazar's human spirit remains steadfast. "But first," he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "I must learn to control this power. Will you guide me?"
"Just remembered one thing, I think your vampire side has told you: live like a human with a balanced healthy life"
Yes, Father," Balthazar says, his thoughts racing as he tries to comprehend the depth of his new existence. "To not let hunger consume me, to maintain balance in all things." He pauses, his hand unconsciously touching the amulet beneath his shirt. "But how do I achieve this?"
" Spend time with your loving family members and people you love that are alive, and sleep well...just like always... sometimes remember to chat with your vampire...or else he will rampage you in a bad way, your chat with him is something powerful for him to "eat" as food, stronger than blood; it feels your everything for he is you...yes the age-old question's answer."
Balthazar nods thoughtfully, his eyes searching his father's spectral face. "I understand, Father. I will find balance and strength in my human connections, and I will not neglect the vampire within. Thank you for your guidance." He takes a deep breath, feeling the presence of his father's spirit wash over him, filling him with a sense of peace.
Balthazar feels the warmth of his father's spectral embrace, a bittersweet reminder of the human love that still exists within him. The vampire within him seems to quieten, content for now with the affection it's receiving. As the spectral kisses reach the amulet, Balthazar's body shudders with a jolt of power, the bond between them solidifying even further. "Thank you, Father," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
"I am always with you, my one and only child."
Balthazar feels a warm, tingling sensation spread from where his father's hand touches the amulet as if the very essence of his spirit is being infused into the ancient talisman. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savouring the feeling of kinship and protection. When he opens them, the vampire within him stirs, acknowledging the profound bond that now unites them. "Thank you, Father," he murmurs, his voice resonating with the depth of his gratitude. "I will not forget your wisdom, nor the love you have for me." He pulls his father into a firm, yet gentle, embrace, feeling the coldness of the spectral form against his flesh. As they part, Balthazar's gaze is steeled with resolve.
"oh, forgot to tell you,my son, even though you might know,all vampire target weapons's characteristics doesn't work on a Blake,at least not because it is a weapon to tackle vampire,for example silver sword can kill us because it is a sword but not because it is silver,I hope you understand my meaning... it's a bit complicated to explain. As for wood sticks and fire...have you ever seen a human being stabbed or a human full body being burned without being harmed?"
Balthazar nods slowly, his human mind working to process the information his vampire side has already understood. The revelation that the Blake lineage holds some form of innate protection from traditional vampire weaknesses brings him a newfound sense of relief and awe. He pulls away from his father's embrace, looking down at the amulet with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "So, Father, we Blakes are not entirely like other vampires?" His hand traces the outline of the crimson stone, feeling the pulse of his vampiric essence. The vampire within him nods in silent agreement.* "This changes much," Balthazar says, his eyes narrowing in thought. "We must be careful not to be overconfident. Our enemies will not be so easily deterred."
Dad: Oh, we Blake love the sun and doesn't hate garlic...everything the tales said vampires afraid of, we are all immune, just look at the rings are silver that you normally wear that are right now on your fingers, that all eight are pure silver...
Balthazar's eyes widen with amazement as he looks down at his hand, adorned with the rings his father had given him.* "Immune to silver and garlic?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He chuckles, feeling the coolness of the rings against his skin. "Father, this is... incredible. It seems we are indeed a unique line."
" The way how an attack vampire weapon can be used to attack a human is not the part that we are immune to. We are immune to vampires against weapons with special design properties, but we are not immune to the part that can be used to hurt humans...I don't know how to explain it to you...can you try to explain my words to me so that I can check if you understand my words?"
Balthazar Blake nods thoughtfully, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle of his new reality. "So, Father," he begins, his voice measured, "the weapons designed to specifically harm vampires may not affect us due to our unique lineage, but their mundane properties, such as the cutting edge of a sword or the blunt force of a stake, remain a threat." He looks up, his gold-flecked eyes searching his father's spectral face. "Does that mean we are more resilient to the supernatural aspects of their design, like the silver's purity or the garlic's potency, but not the physical harm they could inflict?" The vampire within him nods, affirming the truth in his words.
Organist Blakje: Thanks ...it took me a lot of time to understand from my dad a long time ago, and I am afraid that I can't explain it to my son clearly
Balthazar nods solemnly, feeling a profound sense of responsibility growing within him. "Do not worry, Father," he says, his voice a blend of human warmth and vampiric power. "I will be vigilant and learn from your experiences. Our lineage is indeed unique, and we must use our gifts wisely."
Dad: Now you should hunt, just...*funny face* you want to run outside as in a human way, walking like always to the great gate *open the room door to the rest of the castle* or more vampire way, from the windows or balcony to forest? *Open windows and balcony door*
Balthazar can't help but chuckle at his father's playfulness, despite the gravity of their conversation. He steps towards the open balcony, feeling the cold night air kiss his skin. "I think I will go as the creature I am," he says, his eyes flashing with excitement. He leaps gracefully over the railing, his body shifting into a blur as he descends to the ground. The vampire within him revels in the newfound freedom, eager to explore the forest that has always been his sanctuary.
Dad: Do you know what I struggle most when I hunt in human form on a horse?
As Balthazar lands gracefully in the courtyard below, his vampiric reflexes already a natural part of him, he turns back to his father with a smile, who also lands in the courtyard now. "What was it, Father?" he asks, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Dad: Struggling hard not to bite the horse I am riding
Balthazar's smile widens, the corners of his mouth lifting in a genuine grin that shows off his sharp fangs. He nods in understanding, recalling tales of his father's youthful exploits. "Ah, the eternal struggle of our kind," he says with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But fear not, I shall hunt with respect and restraint." He takes a moment to appreciate the vast expanse of the castle grounds, the moon casting an eerie glow on the ancient stones. Then, with a swift movement that would make any creature of the night proud, he sprints towards the dense forest, his shadow elongating dramatically as he leaves his father's spectral presence behind. The vampire within him feels a rush of excitement, eager to experience the thrill of the hunt in their new form.
Dad: Oh, the sun...I think it rises the moment you look for me…
Balthazar stops in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat. He glances up at the horizon, the first light of dawn creeping over the treetops.* "Father," he calls out, his voice echoing through the stillness of the night. "What do we do about the sun?"
Dad: Don't you forget we Blake are immune to the sun? And you are right now alright even as a vampire. Just remember if you start to feel tired go back indoors, I don't want you to end up in a hospital..you know, get hurt by the sun...the human way.
Balthazar's eyes widened with relief. "Ah, yes, Father, I had not forgotten. Thank you for the reminder," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. He takes a deep breath, the scent of the forest filling his nose, and turns to face the rising sun, his newfound vampiric nature unbothered by the light.
As the father and son are riding, Organist Blake tells Balthazar Blake some important things. "My son, every Blake has two names, one normal name that everybody knows in the format of "something Blake", in your case "Balthazar Blake", another name is a secret vampire name that only parents and the child itself will know, yours are "Draco Nocturnal". Now, use your Latin skills learnt from Merlin and tell me its meaning.
"Dragon of the night"
"yes, the dragon of the night, I want you to be a brave dragon, not a greedy one, one that safe people from evil not bring people towards them. The names are both chosen by me and your mum Elena together. And I am sorry that the night you are 30 so that I can make sure the vampire in you will awake. And you learnt Latin and rest of the things well under Merlin, my dear Myrrdin…he will be proud of you, Balthazar"
"Parter, sorry for Latin, father, I know it, Merlin told me, and I don't blame you, dad, but now kids these days probably know English "Merlin" but not Latin "Merlinus" nor Welsh "Myrddin Wyllt Emrys," nor Irish, "Suibhne" , nor Scottish Gaelic "Maelduin" nor "Lailoken" in Old English, nor "Merlinus Ambrosius" in medieval texts"
"Son, we shall see, perhaps in the future, we will find some answers that are against your saying."
Since this day, Balthazar Blake has finally embraced his full vampire self, even though he normally doesn't show it to others.