I finally finished. Part 4 is out. I would like to thank and give credit to Rene Montoya for editing my work and giving some advice. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you for reading.
Cheers!
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Drake Demon Rising 4: Humanity
In the southern area of Abalos City, a vampire dreams.
'It is so sweet, so good. Must drink more,' dreams Alisa. 'Wait, wait. Where did the blood go? Where? Where?'
Alisa slowly opens her eyes to find herself in a room she does not recognize. She looks around to find very dark black drapes covering the windows to her left. To her right, the sound of something sizzling is heard coming from the next room.
It must be a kitchen, thought Alisa.
She sits up and finds herself nude and hung-over in a stranger's bed.
'What just happened?!' Thinks a confused Alisa, as her head throbs in pain.
Just then the sizzling stops, and in walks a tall, athletically-built man, eating what looks like a fried egg sandwich. Holy crap; it's none other than that fucking Demon.
"I see you're awake now," said Drake. Nice tits, he thinks to himself hoping she isn't one of those mind-reading vamps.
Alisa immediately reaches for a bed sheet to cover her naked body. She finally starts to remember what happened during the night. Her heart begins to flutter and her face heats up to show her shame. Slowly, she looks up at Drake and looks him square in the eye.
"What? Are you hungry or something?" Asked Drake. "I would've made you one but you already had breakfast."
Alisa had a confused expression on her face. Drake pointed to his lip, showing Alisa that she had something on her face. Alisa put her fingers on her lip and felt something wet. She looked down and discovered there was blood on her fingers. Her eyes widened.
"You got some on my pillow too," said Drake.
Alisa turned around to find that the pillow she was sleeping on had a large blood-soaked spot.
"Did I fed on someone?" Said a confused Alisa.
"Yeah, me," replied Drake, as he pointed to where Alisa's fangs had penetrated his neck.
Are you not afraid of transforming into one of us?
Nah, I've already been bitten once. That shit doesn't work on me.
How? How can anybody be immune to the vampire's curse (or venom)?
I don't know. A long time ago an old witch told me it can't happen to me. . It has something to do with my body chemistry.
Alisa notices her clothing on the floor near the bed. Drake watches her for a moment enjoying her embarrassment and finally puts his sandwich down on top of a nearby table and tosses Alisa's clothing at her.
"What's your name Demon?" Asked Alisa, as she started putting her clothes on.
The name's Drake. And yours?
Mine's Alisa.
Now that we are done with introductions, can you tell me why in the hell Argus is here?
I don't know. The House moved here thirty years ago. They wouldn't tell us any details about why though.
What about that vamp that was here three nights ago? What was his job?
Bruce was second in command. He was an expert on information gathering. From what I understand, he was looking for potential candidates to join the House...... He might have mistaken you for a vampire or at least a human worthy of becoming a vampire.
Drake thought for a moment. So he wasn't looking for me to begin with? Ah, shit. If this bloodsucker is right, it looks like he was just trying to find new recruits here.
Then Drake stared at Alisa and said, "I'm guessing that you were sent here to find out what went wrong when that Bruce guy didn't return."
Yes .
And what about all those ninja vamps?Why were they here?
They are members of the Otogi Clan. Lord Argus requested their help to kill you.
I don't think that's the only reason they are here. You must know something else.
That's all I know or at least that's all they told me. Then why is this country filling up with vamps?
I.. I really don't know. I had no idea our kind was migrating here.
You have got to be kidding me. I left Europe to get away from you fuckers, and you all followed me here anyway? Shit! Not only that, but it seems like every vamp in the world is coming here.
How do you know? Our kind hides in the shadows.
You guys give off this vibe that I can pick up on . I traveled around the country from time to time and every year I could feel more and more of you vamps all over the goddamn place. So if you guys try to pull off the same shit as last night, I know where to find you.
Drake then quickly finished eating his bacon and egg sandwich and headed toward the door.
Where do you think you are going Drake? I have questions of my own I need you to answer.
I have a job to do babe. I'll answer anything you ask when I get back.
Then Drake raised his arm and in a plume of dark energy, he summoned Death's scythe. Alisa was astonished.
What the hell is that?
It belongs to a friend. Don't worry about it. It's nothing you need to worry about right now.
Just what does that mean??
Drake shrugs and starts to leave the room. Just as he gets to the doorwayhe turn and says, "Oh yeah, if a fat Italian comes by, his name is Mario. Don't kill him or anything. He is going to want last month's rent. The money is in the drawer in the nightstand right next to you."
Why would you trust me, a complete stranger, with your money?
Well, it's probably due to the fact that your awesome tits hypnotized me and made me stupid.
Alisa just then realized that she was still nude during their entire conversation. She immediately grabbed her clothing and began dressing.
Drake smirked and said, "I'm not too worried about the money. If you run off with it, I'll know where to find you."
With those words, Drake shut the door and left to harvest the souls of the vampires he killed last night, leaving Alisa all alone in his house. She looked around and realized that this was to be her prison until dark. Alisa got up from the bed, finished dressing and started to explore her surroundings. To her right was a bookshelf filled with strange books. There was a book with a pentagram and several weird symbols that caught her eye. She pulled it out and the instant the book left the bookshelf, it became extremely heavy. Her vampire strength was barely able to hold it up.
What matter of sorcery is this? She thought. I could barely hold on to this thing.
Alisa sat down on a nearby chair and struggled to open the book. On the first page, all the text was written in a strange language. Every character was similar to the symbols and icons found on Drake's body. Her thoughts turned to revenge.
His power must come from this book, she thought. Perhaps I can destroy him if I steal this book. Lord Argus might be able to understand this language.
Alisa looked around, to see if she could find any other objects that Drake would use for battle or that Lord Argus might be interested in, but the only other weapons in the room were various swords and guns from different eras and locations. Her attention returned to the bookshelf.
Maybe there is something else he has that increases his power, she thought.
She put the demonic book down and carefully looked at the rest of his collection, but there was nothing else of interest, just a bunch of history books and novels. Alisa turned around and began plotting how to steal the demonic book. Sunlight started peeking through the drapes further complicating her plan.
This will not be an easy task.
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Drake arrived at the ruins of the factory where he recently fought the vampires. He could feel the souls of those he killed. They didn't move too far away, he sensed. But there were so goddamn many.
He began to regret the fact that he killed so many vampires. This made his task that much harder.
Well, it's my own stupid-ass fault for having too much fun, he said to himself. I might as well get started.
Drake focused his instincts. He began to sense the precise location of each vampire soul. Once he knew all their locations, Drake began the spiritual harvest. One by one, he swung Death's scythe at the vampire's souls and absorbed them. As the souls were harvested, the scythe became heavier and heavier. The weapon was slowly becoming too heavy to wield properly.
It's my own damn fault, Drake said to himself. I've should've just beat the hell out of those cocksuckers.
Once the last soul was harvested, the scythe became too heavy to carry. He ended up leaning the scythe against the ruins and sat on a crate next to it, panting, trying to rest.
