Unmasked | Book 1 in "Dark Descendants" (Editing)

Chapter 9

Bulgaria; 1555 A.D

Ivailo vaguely felt something being pressed to his parted lips and a liquid was flowing down his throat. His head was tilted backwards and he figured he was on a chair of some sort. He didn't remember anything that happened except that now someone was forcing him to drink.

No, he thought. But his body wouldn't obey as he automatically took a gulp, helping the liquid go down faster. His mouth clamped down on someone's skin and he felt his upper canines lengthen in response, digging into the flesh.

He heard a grunt but nonetheless raised his hand to someone's forearm, holding it in place as he hungrily took in whatever substance was being fed to him. Little by little, he felt his brain activity increasing along with a more lively feeling come back to the rest of his body. He felt stronger.

He took as much as he needed until he released his teeth from the arm, opening his eyes to be met with a pair of hazel ones.

"Uncle Kamen." He croaked in confusion. He let go of his arm and looked around. He was indeed sitting limply in a chair. He felt something wet on the side of his neck and he raised his hand to it only to discover it was blood. His eyes widened as he looked at Kamen's arm. It had a deep bite on it and a red substance was dripping out of a half-healed wound.

"What did you do to me?"  He demanded him angrily, getting up from the chair a little too quickly. He had to put his arm on the wall to catch himself.

Kamen gave him a wicked smile. "Easy now, Ivailo. You are still in need of rest."

At first he frowned at this, but then he realized he drank his uncle's blood, who was now staring at him with crimson irises.

Ivailo raised his hand to his face, feeling the smooth coolness of it, then bolted to a mirror. He froze. His skin was a deathly white shade and he had a large red wound on his neck; his uncle had killed him by draining his life substance. He slowly opened his mouth to spot two long, blood-stained fangs in place of his canines.

His blood froze and stumbled back. His eyes were frantic as they landed on Kamen's. "You turned me." He growled at him in a dangerously low tone; a voice he did not recognize coming from himself. "Do you realize what you have just done?"

He felt stronger, more powerful. And more importantly, he felt angrier. He had always known about vampires since he was a child because his father had turned into one as well, but he never wanted to be one. Kamen just amplified his current state; because he wasn't completely human before turning.

"Isn't this fun?" He asked him with a grin. His eyes were careless. That was just enough evidence for Ivailo to know that he wasn't in his right mind when he turned him. Ivailo's glare turned into an unbelieving frown. "Who knows how this will turn out?" And he started laughing maniacally. His nephew turned away from him in disappointment, sliding his hands into his midnight-black hair. He was lost, hopeless, pained.

And insanely hungry.   

Chicago; 2016

Joe sighed as he exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was trailing water droplets all the way to his enormous bedroom. Then his head raised as his senses became more alert.

He heard a ringing sound.

He glanced at his night stand to see it wasn't his own phone that was ringing. It was Fallon's.

At first he waited for a good ten seconds, but after he decided Fallon wasn't going to answer it, he appeared inside his older brother's room and snatched up his phone.