The Man Who Would Be D

Chapter 5 Answers

“WHAT!!!”

“I tried to find you last night, Stagail, to tell you that the wolf was wounded. But as usual…”

“Silence!!” the woman backed into the corner, she’d never seen Stagail this angry. His face was wildly shifting from one appearance to thxt, xt, his fangs looked about ready to pop out of his mouth, and if there was a wall next to him, he quickly put his fist through it. “That bastard hunter!” he seethed. “There isn’t another wolf for miles!”

“Should I ready the lab for transport sir?”

The Vampire looked at the sarcastic wench and laced his pale hand around her slender neck. “If I didn’t require you to perfect that serum, I’d gladly make you my next meal!”

“Sir…” she croaked out, feeling her face turn red. “…please…need to…breath…”

Disgustedly, he dropped the woman on the floor, finally centering his attention to his appearance, and settling his look to that of D, Dracula’s oldest son. He’d only seen the man in paintings, when he’d visited the old one while looking up his roots, so to speak. Unable to see Dracula in person, he did gain much information from the house staff, once he warped their minds to believing him to be the local town sheriff. That had been years ago, but his memory of faces and names, was perfect. From what he learned from the staff, D was a hunter, and rarely ever visited his father, and he always traveled alone. Which was perfect for him.

“Sir,” the woman coughed. “There is more.”

“Oh?”

“The man who’s face you now wear, he is the hunter who killed the wolf. He and his woman were the ones who damaged the lab.”

“D travels alone, bitch.”

“Well not this time.”

“Fine. Then his bitch, will be with me, before his very eyes, he will watch her die.”

“Hey, Gin. GIN!”

“What…?!” The man slid his feet off the bench as he straightened in the chair he’d fallen asleep in. The fact of this known to Kale, by the mild snoring she’d heard coming from the man for some time.
“Boy you’d be a real big help to D. Wouldn’t you.”

“Sorry.”

“Can it. They’re moving.”

“Do you know how many?”

“No, but there’s a creaky board in the hall. So far it’s been stepped on six times.”

“Wonderful,” he muttered as he stretched.

“Come on. Lead me to the barn.”

“But what about…?”

“We can pick up their trail, but we need the horses. Now lets go!”

“Boy, how does that D fella put up with a bossy bitch like you?”

“He knows that if he ticks me off, I’ll neuter him. Now move!”

“Where is it you keep your knives again?”

“Get!”

Avoiding the noisy board, Gin lead Kale through the bar and out to the barn, mentioning that the night doorman was sound asleep, with the doors wide open. Once on Max, Kale instructed him to follow the girls at a distance. Having Gin dispenseh hih his noisy motorbike, if you could call it a bike, Max left the barn with his two riders, following the entranced girls.

It was about an hour before Max stopped. Carefully she listened, but didn’t hear anything more than the wind rustling in the trees. “Gin. Where’d they go?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see any carriages, or buildings. Wait here. I’m gona take a look around.”

“Don’t be long.”

Gin carefully made his wayoughough the trees, looking for anything that would hide the girls. But to his credit of being not such a bright man, he didn’t see that the girls had not disappeared, but climbed into the trees, and one by one they descended, each with a fist sized stone in hand. As one girl held her hand over his mouth, the other girls struck their stones over his head repeatedly. Then once he lay dead before them, they continued on their way.

She could hear the scuffle, but was still unable to see what was happening. “Gin?” she whispered, “Gin, you idiot, where are you?” But there would be no answer. “You better be dead, cause I’m not sticking around. Max, find their trail.” Before the horse could move, something ran into his shoulder, knocking the steed off his feet, and sending Kale crashing to the ground, striking her head on a rock as she landed. Blackness wasn’t unusual to her at this time, but the absence of awareness was quick.

It was a disgusting smell that she detected first. Then as she felt her eyes open, she could see a bright light and blurred images around her. Then as she started to rise, she felt the pain in her head. “Oh,” she groaned. “That’s gona leave a mark.” Then she noticed that she wasn’t really in a cell, but rather a bedroom. Or something like that. “Ok, what’s wrong with this picture.”

D hadn’t been wasting time trying to find the vampire, the truth was, he couldn’t see how to get to him. Everything in him him him the vampire was in the house, but every room he searched came up with nothing. Still, his senses were never wrong. The last room he came to was the lab, still powered, but the computer was opened up, and parts were missing. There were boxes packed with notes, and figures. Boxes with vials of chemicals, blood samples, and things even his nose couldn’t identify. Carefully he made his way to the back of the lab, and lit the burner. He couldn’t let her work continuHe cHe cn’t n’t let a Vampire become free. There’d be no telling what kind of hell would be unleashed. The arkers were one thing, they were predictable. Military minded, power hungry politicians. But Vampires, one thing and one thing alone drove their thinking. Blood. He thrust the notes to the flame, but couldn’t bring himself to let them catch.

“D? What’s wrong?” asked the sym.

“How…how close is she?” he asked. “If she can free a vampire from the dark, what can she do for Dhampires? Can she…”

“Don’t even think of it. You can’t change what you are, no one can. Besides, if you got rid of your vampire half, what would become of me?”

“I could care less.”

“And what would Kale say?”

“What do you mean?”“She“She loves you the way you are. Do you really think she’s going to sit by and let you tear out a part of yourself? What if it doesn’t work? What if it does, and Kale doesn’t like the new you? What will you do then?”

“Live, normally. As a human should.”

“Alone? You’ve spent almost 11,000 years that way. Do you want to spend a human lifetime that way? D. Let it go. It isn’t worth it.”

“It would be worth getting rid of you!”

“We have been bonded for a long time D. We can’t survive without each other. And I don’t think I can survive attached to a human. Do you want to condemn me to death, just for you to be selfish and die slowly?”

“I’d be human,” he sighed, going over the notes.

“You’d be dead.” He turned to see the woman scientist in the door, pointing a large pulse gun at him. “My experiments were never to benefit the vampire. I needed his blood to try and fix mine.”

“So there never was a means to free him, was there?”

“Not a chance. The notes he’d read where alien to his understanding. I made sure of that. I needed to fix my blood so that it lasts more than five years. I don’t want to die, anymore than you do I suppose. But you have a chance. How fast can you dodge a bullet?” About as quickly as she had pulled the trigger, D was on the move. He’d managed to circle round the lab, and get behind her, once she’d fired off three rounds. He grabbed her gun arm, and held it up, driving a dagger into her back. “How?” she asked.

“You wouldn’t want to know. You’re an arker aren’t you? Were are you from?”

“Does it really matter? I’m dead anyway.”

“Your ark! Where is it?!”

“Gone. Few of us survived…a disease swept threw…few clones survived…the equipment…much of it was damaged…each clone hatched…died of the disease…now…now…I’m all that was left…the cloning fluids…were contaminated. There was a leak from the tank fluids, somewhere in the tubes from…from the source material…to the chamber. We could never find it…by the time we figured that out…It was too late. The facility…lost power…the tank died. I’m all…all that’s left…it didn’t want to die…But to fix…fix my blood…I needed the blood of something…someone that changes…Vampire’s were so manipulative…easily swayed with something…they could never have…The sun. I told this one that I could free it from the dark…and in return…I wanted to be the first it would change…I told it I needed wolves to do my work…he got them for me. With each sample of the vampire’s blood I got from him to test my ‘theories’. I was able to get closer to my goal. But now…now it doesn’t matter.”

“So what have you been giving the Vampire? I doubt he’d just let you work without results.”

“Werewolf hormones. I told him the treatments…would have side effects. Strange appetites, sexual repercussions…the disgusting creature actually believed me. He’s been fucking sluts left, right and center. And he’s come back…for more of the ‘treatments’. The more…he takes…the more he’s tortured.”

“Vampire aphrodisiac. Very cute.”

“You should try it…make’s your dick hard, and bigger…he likes it, so will you.” Before she could drive the needle hidden in her other hand into his thy, he grabbed it, and tossed it away. “You bastard!”

“You’ll live to see the end of your experiments. Now where is he!?”

“Below. There are caves…under the house, but the only way to get to them…is from the outside. He takes the bitches there. Fucks them till they drop, then feeds on them. There’s a cave there, deep. What ones didn’t survive, he tosses in there.”

“What does he do to the girls? With his brain manipulated like this, I doubt he can control them as a vampire should.”

“The hormone in his blood, emits a secretion…in his skin…in his semen…the more the girls get on them, or in them, the more…they will follow him. Like the female salamander, once bitten by the male, will follow him anywhere to take his semen into her body…the girls will follow him, his trail, his scent, wherever he goes. They’re as hooked as he is. Only thing is…you can save them. If you kill him.”

“Then he dies. Move!”