Hybrid Blood: Chapter 1: Awakening
Drayke is a somewhat normal Vampire; but, he happens to be in a Government facility for Legends which resembles a prison. After the night of Cleansing, Drayke is cast back into the world he had been snatched from eight years before. Now, he embarks on a journey to answer one burning question he has. "Just what am I?" Along his quest he meets a plethora of crazy characters who become both his enemy and ally.
Hybrid Blood: Chapter 1: Awakening
Blood ran down his trembling hands. Screams shattered his resolve, cornering him in a realm of fear. He didn't want this. He didn't understand. His eyes rose to look at the stadium around him as tears flowed from his eyes. Everyone had come to see the big game. It had been his big day, his big break; but, something had happened to him. He watched the blood, thick and scarlet, drop to the gleaming pool beneath him. Two corpses, white as the moon above, lay beside him. He stared into the eyes of his best friend, now lifeless. It hurt, his heart hurt. He didn't want this. He didn't understand.
Drayke's eyes burst open. A lifeless light reached his eyes; a bare bulb gave off the sickening glow. He sighed, stretched his legs, and sat up. The rusty bed protested sending a loud "Squeak" bouncing down the concrete room.
"You bud... 'YAWN'... are an idiot." Drayke turned to face the speaker who lay in the bed next to his. Sprit rubbed his groggy eyes and yawned again. "I just wish you would stop waking me with your idiocy." Sprit smiled tiredly and tried to focus on his friend.
"Being prepared has nothing to do with idiocy," Drayke defended.
Sprit sighed and turned over, "Fine, be the prepared idiot, GOODNIGHT!" Conversation closed, Drayke hopped onto the concrete floor. Reaching down, he pulled out his assigned bin and grabbed the pile of clothing within. A toothbrush, comb, and razor followed. He gathered his bundle and treading quietly, he left the fifty sleepers to their dreams.
The Environmental Stasis seemed colder than usual as Drayke walked towards the washrooms. Strange, it's not usually this frigid. He took a deep breath and focused. His sight shined for a moment, then grew a crimson dark. A trail, invisible to the naked eye, wavered two feet above the ground. It stretched from one of the Block's entrances to the Gate Room. Another quiet removal, I wonder who it was. Drayke blinked and the trail vanished with the darkness; he continued forward.
The doors to washrooms slid open as a translucent, reddish field stretched across the opening. Drayke walked through the field and it beeped an affirmative reply. Not five minutes later, Drayke had showered, dressed, and prepared for the day. He looked down at the gauntlet on his right arm. It's green lettering read, "5:28 a.m." Two minutes till... I'll get ahead to get the good stuff. Chucking his dirty clothing in the hamper chute, he made his way to the Gate Room.
"All inmates, this is your jolly good Keeper speaking!" The speakers blared a man's voice through the hollow halls. Drayke flinched at the noise, but quickly adjusted to it. "Guess what time it is?! I'll give anyone who answers correctly a free muffin! Any takers?" A crackling silence followed. "Anyone?... Come on now! You guys can't be that thick-headed. Oh, wait... You can!" A hideous laughter followed; it made Drayke's blood boil. "Ok, anyway... Get up you slobs. The sun is wasting away out there! Have an inmatey day!!!!"
Drayke, disgusted, continued on. Sirens began blaring and the Enviro Stasis began to fluctuate. It made Drayke feel sick as well as every other Legend in the place. Dang Keeper, thinks he's so special cause he gets to give the orders... Two heavily clad soldiers approached immediately breaking his train of thought. They wore armor that normal men could not dream of wearing and rifles the size of Gatling Guns. Drayke stopped, bowing deeply, he greeted them.
"Good morning sirs, I wish your life to be long and your endeavors to be fruitful." They nodded and continued on. Drayke got up and turned to walk on; but, one of the soldiers stopped him.
"You there! Let me see your gauntlet." Drayke turned to see who the soldier was talking to. Seeing that he was the only one around, Drayke approached and held out his right arm. The soldier held out his black gauntlet as well and waited. A beep sounded and the soldier pulled back his arm. Information streamed across his dark visor until Drayke's ID number scrolled up. "Wow, hey Gray, take a look at this guy's record." The other soldier leaned in and the info streamed across his visor as well.
"Wow, pretty dang good."
"No kidding... Too bad we couldn't just clone this guy. No more issues to bother with. Number 5586, I hereby grant you five coins. Use them wisely." Drayke looked down at his gauntlet as it flashed with a pixilated figure throwing coins towards a chest. A big "five plus" flashed on its screen.
Drayke bowed, "It is most gracious of you. Thank you very much." The soldiers nodded and turned away. Drayke did the same.
Ten minutes and a couple Stasis fluctuations later, Drayke sat with a plate of food in front of him. Sprit, next to him, chewed on a piece of Vit-Bacon while tossing a pen into the air.
"Well, you see... Time is like a... well... a... uh.... ugh.... plate!" Drayke sighed at his rather dumb friends reasoning. "Cause plates are round and... time goes around! Right?" Sprit eyed Drayke with big puppy dog eyes.
Drayke smiled patting his friend, "Whatever you say." Sprit shrugged with a pouty face.
"What, blood sucker doesn't think time goes around?"
"Well no. Blood sucker thinks that bone chewer should think of something more adventurous." Drayke and Sprit smiled and shrugged.
In unison they sang, "Cause time is only the clock on the wall, the rain beating against the ground, and you with mmmmeeeeeee......"
"Shut up with the stupid song and clock." Both the friends looked at a mouse like fellow, with ears the size of saucers, nibbling on a crust of bread. Sprit stuck out his tongue. Mickey, in response, scrunched up his nose and hissed. Drayke rolled his eyes.
The day rolled on with tiresome work, a meager lunch, and the evening beginning to reveal itself. At that time, over one thousand inmates were shuffled into the Gate Room once again. There, they listened to an hour of the Keeper's antics followed by dinner. It was usual, or so it seemed. Drayke felt something strange in the air. He felt it when he prepared for bed. He felt it when he closed his eyes. He felt it in his dreams.
Drayke's eyes burst open and he sat up quickly. Something was wrong, very wrong. He blinked and turned on his Blood Sense, there was blood everywhere. Trails of the red flow streamed and emitted from every corner of the room. There had been bloodshed around him. He turned to look for Sprit, but he wasn't there. Drayke felt something brush his neck. He reached up, felt a dart, and pulled. He stared at the sleeping dart as if it had the plague. This night was that night. It was the Cleansing.
Drayke leapt out of bed, grabbed his gauntlet, and ripped it off. A siren screamed from the object for a second before Drayke crushed it with his foot. I've got to find Sprit! Darn! I can't believe I didn't notice this! He breathed in the smell of blood, released all his fear, and closed his eyes. He felt it click and he opened his eyes. Instead of the regular brown, they had turned to a gleaming red. He could feel the power within him. The power of the hunter; his power of a Vampire...
He rushed out of the Block. He gasped at the sight. Bodies, hundreds, both Legends and soldiers alike lay in pools of blood. Drayke scanned them all for Sprit's scent; but, there was no scent to be found. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on. As he neared the Gate Room he could here sounds of battle. The XT cannons, with their distinctive science fiction pulses, were especially evident. He rushed to the entrance. The doors, obsidian with talismans, magic, and hexes all over it, had been closed.
Darnit! Even I can't get through that... Maybe.... .... A scent passed by Drayke's acute nostrils. Sprit's blood had been shed in massive quantities. The scent streamed from under the door. Drayke cursed under his breath. He released all the stoppers to his inner nature. His muscles pulsed. His teeth grew. His bloodlust clogged his mind. Promise number twenty-two. If one of us is killed in The Hole, we would avenge each other. Sprit, may your soul rest in peace as this vengeance is given to you.
His mind grew blank; a dark power grew around him. He smiled wickedly and whispered to himself.
"Well Drayke, shall we have some fun?" Eyes blinked that were not Drayke's own.
Blood ran down his trembling hands. Screams shattered his resolve, cornering him in a realm of fear. He didn't want this. He didn't understand. His eyes rose to look at the stadium around him as tears flowed from his eyes. Everyone had come to see the big game. It had been his big day, his big break; but, something had happened to him. He watched the blood, thick and scarlet, drop to the gleaming pool beneath him. Two corpses, white as the moon above, lay beside him. He stared into the eyes of his best friend, now lifeless. It hurt, his heart hurt. He didn't want this. He didn't understand.
Drayke's eyes burst open. A lifeless light reached his eyes; a bare bulb gave off the sickening glow. He sighed, stretched his legs, and sat up. The rusty bed protested sending a loud "Squeak" bouncing down the concrete room.
"You bud... 'YAWN'... are an idiot." Drayke turned to face the speaker who lay in the bed next to his. Sprit rubbed his groggy eyes and yawned again. "I just wish you would stop waking me with your idiocy." Sprit smiled tiredly and tried to focus on his friend.
"Being prepared has nothing to do with idiocy," Drayke defended.
Sprit sighed and turned over, "Fine, be the prepared idiot, GOODNIGHT!" Conversation closed, Drayke hopped onto the concrete floor. Reaching down, he pulled out his assigned bin and grabbed the pile of clothing within. A toothbrush, comb, and razor followed. He gathered his bundle and treading quietly, he left the fifty sleepers to their dreams.
The Environmental Stasis seemed colder than usual as Drayke walked towards the washrooms. Strange, it's not usually this frigid. He took a deep breath and focused. His sight shined for a moment, then grew a crimson dark. A trail, invisible to the naked eye, wavered two feet above the ground. It stretched from one of the Block's entrances to the Gate Room. Another quiet removal, I wonder who it was. Drayke blinked and the trail vanished with the darkness; he continued forward.
The doors to washrooms slid open as a translucent, reddish field stretched across the opening. Drayke walked through the field and it beeped an affirmative reply. Not five minutes later, Drayke had showered, dressed, and prepared for the day. He looked down at the gauntlet on his right arm. It's green lettering read, "5:28 a.m." Two minutes till... I'll get ahead to get the good stuff. Chucking his dirty clothing in the hamper chute, he made his way to the Gate Room.
"All inmates, this is your jolly good Keeper speaking!" The speakers blared a man's voice through the hollow halls. Drayke flinched at the noise, but quickly adjusted to it. "Guess what time it is?! I'll give anyone who answers correctly a free muffin! Any takers?" A crackling silence followed. "Anyone?... Come on now! You guys can't be that thick-headed. Oh, wait... You can!" A hideous laughter followed; it made Drayke's blood boil. "Ok, anyway... Get up you slobs. The sun is wasting away out there! Have an inmatey day!!!!"
Drayke, disgusted, continued on. Sirens began blaring and the Enviro Stasis began to fluctuate. It made Drayke feel sick as well as every other Legend in the place. Dang Keeper, thinks he's so special cause he gets to give the orders... Two heavily clad soldiers approached immediately breaking his train of thought. They wore armor that normal men could not dream of wearing and rifles the size of Gatling Guns. Drayke stopped, bowing deeply, he greeted them.
"Good morning sirs, I wish your life to be long and your endeavors to be fruitful." They nodded and continued on. Drayke got up and turned to walk on; but, one of the soldiers stopped him.
"You there! Let me see your gauntlet." Drayke turned to see who the soldier was talking to. Seeing that he was the only one around, Drayke approached and held out his right arm. The soldier held out his black gauntlet as well and waited. A beep sounded and the soldier pulled back his arm. Information streamed across his dark visor until Drayke's ID number scrolled up. "Wow, hey Gray, take a look at this guy's record." The other soldier leaned in and the info streamed across his visor as well.
"Wow, pretty dang good."
"No kidding... Too bad we couldn't just clone this guy. No more issues to bother with. Number 5586, I hereby grant you five coins. Use them wisely." Drayke looked down at his gauntlet as it flashed with a pixilated figure throwing coins towards a chest. A big "five plus" flashed on its screen.
Drayke bowed, "It is most gracious of you. Thank you very much." The soldiers nodded and turned away. Drayke did the same.
Ten minutes and a couple Stasis fluctuations later, Drayke sat with a plate of food in front of him. Sprit, next to him, chewed on a piece of Vit-Bacon while tossing a pen into the air.
"Well, you see... Time is like a... well... a... uh.... ugh.... plate!" Drayke sighed at his rather dumb friends reasoning. "Cause plates are round and... time goes around! Right?" Sprit eyed Drayke with big puppy dog eyes.
Drayke smiled patting his friend, "Whatever you say." Sprit shrugged with a pouty face.
"What, blood sucker doesn't think time goes around?"
"Well no. Blood sucker thinks that bone chewer should think of something more adventurous." Drayke and Sprit smiled and shrugged.
In unison they sang, "Cause time is only the clock on the wall, the rain beating against the ground, and you with mmmmeeeeeee......"
"Shut up with the stupid song and clock." Both the friends looked at a mouse like fellow, with ears the size of saucers, nibbling on a crust of bread. Sprit stuck out his tongue. Mickey, in response, scrunched up his nose and hissed. Drayke rolled his eyes.
The day rolled on with tiresome work, a meager lunch, and the evening beginning to reveal itself. At that time, over one thousand inmates were shuffled into the Gate Room once again. There, they listened to an hour of the Keeper's antics followed by dinner. It was usual, or so it seemed. Drayke felt something strange in the air. He felt it when he prepared for bed. He felt it when he closed his eyes. He felt it in his dreams.
Drayke's eyes burst open and he sat up quickly. Something was wrong, very wrong. He blinked and turned on his Blood Sense, there was blood everywhere. Trails of the red flow streamed and emitted from every corner of the room. There had been bloodshed around him. He turned to look for Sprit, but he wasn't there. Drayke felt something brush his neck. He reached up, felt a dart, and pulled. He stared at the sleeping dart as if it had the plague. This night was that night. It was the Cleansing.
Drayke leapt out of bed, grabbed his gauntlet, and ripped it off. A siren screamed from the object for a second before Drayke crushed it with his foot. I've got to find Sprit! Darn! I can't believe I didn't notice this! He breathed in the smell of blood, released all his fear, and closed his eyes. He felt it click and he opened his eyes. Instead of the regular brown, they had turned to a gleaming red. He could feel the power within him. The power of the hunter; his power of a Vampire...
He rushed out of the Block. He gasped at the sight. Bodies, hundreds, both Legends and soldiers alike lay in pools of blood. Drayke scanned them all for Sprit's scent; but, there was no scent to be found. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on. As he neared the Gate Room he could here sounds of battle. The XT cannons, with their distinctive science fiction pulses, were especially evident. He rushed to the entrance. The doors, obsidian with talismans, magic, and hexes all over it, had been closed.
Darnit! Even I can't get through that... Maybe.... .... A scent passed by Drayke's acute nostrils. Sprit's blood had been shed in massive quantities. The scent streamed from under the door. Drayke cursed under his breath. He released all the stoppers to his inner nature. His muscles pulsed. His teeth grew. His bloodlust clogged his mind. Promise number twenty-two. If one of us is killed in The Hole, we would avenge each other. Sprit, may your soul rest in peace as this vengeance is given to you.
His mind grew blank; a dark power grew around him. He smiled wickedly and whispered to himself.
"Well Drayke, shall we have some fun?" Eyes blinked that were not Drayke's own.
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