Where Darkness Thrives - Part V
Part fiveee ; Darla && Merrick begin the army - we learn more about how humans change to vampires and Darla fantasizes about the painful death of Queen Azalea
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A few hours - and bodies - later, the burning had stopped. I was full; I could feel all the blood gathered in my stomach. I was content, even a little sleepy; a nap would be nice right now - that is, if vampires can sleep.
"Darla?"
"Yes?"
"Can vampires sleep?"
She shook her head. "No, we are forced to spend all our time awake, with nothing to do during sunlight hours."
"Not good."
"Not at all."'
"So what now?"
"Now?" She said darkly. "Now, we make vampires. We make our army." She smiled, terribly sweet. She was a weird girl. Beautiful, dangerous, dark, charming, and twisted, all wrapped into one. I could tell from the way she attacked people that she liked to cause pain. Like me, she liked to hurt other, but was maybe a little afraid of getting hurt herself.
"How?" I asked. A twist of the deep need to hurt was present in my voice, as much as I tried to tone it down. I needed to watch other's pain; I had a craving for blood to be shed, though I wasn't thirsty. Watching Darla, noticing the slightest twitch of her left hand, I knew she felt the same.
She licked her lips. "It's quite an enjoyable process - for the people doing it, but only if you're like us."
I grinned at her reference to 'us', but didn't interrupt.
"You have to drink them dry, take all the blood, like we've been doing, but, you can only do this after you've fed, otherwise, you'll just kill them."
"How is it different?"
She shrugged. "When we're hungry, we don't think. When we aren't we do. So anyway, drink them dry, then feed them your blood, vampire blood, and plenty of it. They'll be passed out, and once they wake up, you must shove a silver dagger through their heart, the dagger must have been doused in black poison, or it will not work."
"Why not?"
"Because, black poison makes Darkness spread into you, replacing your heart and blood, making you a vampire,"
"What's 'darkness'? And why do you say it like a name?"
"I'll explain that later. The process of making a vampire is more important right now."
I nodded in defeat, and let her get on with the instructions, though my mind was still on Darkness.
"- then when they wake up, they'll be a vampire, and then you have to take them to hunt, or they'll die, and Voila, you've got a vampire."
I nodded distractedly.
"You take that half of town," She paused, gesturing to the north side of town. "I'll take down here. Since it takes time to make vampires, choose carefully, when you see a human who'd make a good vampire, you'll know. Turn them. Let's go, we only have a few hours before the sun comes up."
I nodded again, and set off to create an army.
-Darla's POV
It was a little harder to be picky now, since most people were sleeping. But there was a fairly good pick, and I even got some guys who I'd thought would make good vampires to rise from their sleep and come outside. I did the process over and over again, becoming almost robotic. I did it so automatically; it took a lot of effort to break the pattern to take the newborns out to feed. Between me and Merrick, we got about eight newborns, and if we kept up the pattern for nine more days, we'd have seventy-two by the time vampire moon came. I smiled evilly as I led the newborns back from the hunt. They were relatively quiet, since no one knew each other. I got them all inside before the sun was completely up, I got some mild burns, but they'd soon heal. All that mattered was that I got a good start on my army, which was a start to overthrowing Queen Azalea and taking the throne. I started having fantasies, dark, twisted fantasies, just the kind I liked.
I daydreamed of delivering the delicious punishment to Azalea, I could see the ash forming, her long, pale fingers burning away, the smell of burning filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply. I couldn't quite hear her, I couldn't place her voice. It was quite possibly because I'd never met her. But the fantasy went on, her voice gaining volume as I burned her away, each limbs burning away slowly, licking along her clothes and charring her skin. It worked its way up one leg, and as soon as it reached her hip, I doused it, to prolong the agony. Another leg went, her left arm, then right.
Next her lips, which burned so slowly they glued together, I burned her nose, but not her ears, not yet. I wanted to her herself scream, to hear the crackling of the fire as it burned her away, bit by bit, I loved every second of it. By the end of the fantasy, I could clearly hear her pleading for mercy - though none would be shown - and her terrible screams of sweet, painful, burning agony.
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A few hours - and bodies - later, the burning had stopped. I was full; I could feel all the blood gathered in my stomach. I was content, even a little sleepy; a nap would be nice right now - that is, if vampires can sleep.
"Darla?"
"Yes?"
"Can vampires sleep?"
She shook her head. "No, we are forced to spend all our time awake, with nothing to do during sunlight hours."
"Not good."
"Not at all."'
"So what now?"
"Now?" She said darkly. "Now, we make vampires. We make our army." She smiled, terribly sweet. She was a weird girl. Beautiful, dangerous, dark, charming, and twisted, all wrapped into one. I could tell from the way she attacked people that she liked to cause pain. Like me, she liked to hurt other, but was maybe a little afraid of getting hurt herself.
"How?" I asked. A twist of the deep need to hurt was present in my voice, as much as I tried to tone it down. I needed to watch other's pain; I had a craving for blood to be shed, though I wasn't thirsty. Watching Darla, noticing the slightest twitch of her left hand, I knew she felt the same.
She licked her lips. "It's quite an enjoyable process - for the people doing it, but only if you're like us."
I grinned at her reference to 'us', but didn't interrupt.
"You have to drink them dry, take all the blood, like we've been doing, but, you can only do this after you've fed, otherwise, you'll just kill them."
"How is it different?"
She shrugged. "When we're hungry, we don't think. When we aren't we do. So anyway, drink them dry, then feed them your blood, vampire blood, and plenty of it. They'll be passed out, and once they wake up, you must shove a silver dagger through their heart, the dagger must have been doused in black poison, or it will not work."
"Why not?"
"Because, black poison makes Darkness spread into you, replacing your heart and blood, making you a vampire,"
"What's 'darkness'? And why do you say it like a name?"
"I'll explain that later. The process of making a vampire is more important right now."
I nodded in defeat, and let her get on with the instructions, though my mind was still on Darkness.
"- then when they wake up, they'll be a vampire, and then you have to take them to hunt, or they'll die, and Voila, you've got a vampire."
I nodded distractedly.
"You take that half of town," She paused, gesturing to the north side of town. "I'll take down here. Since it takes time to make vampires, choose carefully, when you see a human who'd make a good vampire, you'll know. Turn them. Let's go, we only have a few hours before the sun comes up."
I nodded again, and set off to create an army.
-Darla's POV
It was a little harder to be picky now, since most people were sleeping. But there was a fairly good pick, and I even got some guys who I'd thought would make good vampires to rise from their sleep and come outside. I did the process over and over again, becoming almost robotic. I did it so automatically; it took a lot of effort to break the pattern to take the newborns out to feed. Between me and Merrick, we got about eight newborns, and if we kept up the pattern for nine more days, we'd have seventy-two by the time vampire moon came. I smiled evilly as I led the newborns back from the hunt. They were relatively quiet, since no one knew each other. I got them all inside before the sun was completely up, I got some mild burns, but they'd soon heal. All that mattered was that I got a good start on my army, which was a start to overthrowing Queen Azalea and taking the throne. I started having fantasies, dark, twisted fantasies, just the kind I liked.
I daydreamed of delivering the delicious punishment to Azalea, I could see the ash forming, her long, pale fingers burning away, the smell of burning filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply. I couldn't quite hear her, I couldn't place her voice. It was quite possibly because I'd never met her. But the fantasy went on, her voice gaining volume as I burned her away, each limbs burning away slowly, licking along her clothes and charring her skin. It worked its way up one leg, and as soon as it reached her hip, I doused it, to prolong the agony. Another leg went, her left arm, then right.
Next her lips, which burned so slowly they glued together, I burned her nose, but not her ears, not yet. I wanted to her herself scream, to hear the crackling of the fire as it burned her away, bit by bit, I loved every second of it. By the end of the fantasy, I could clearly hear her pleading for mercy - though none would be shown - and her terrible screams of sweet, painful, burning agony.
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