Black Rain

Chapter 9: A Brutal Awakening

Sleeping alone in the darkest confines of his own personal Hell, was a creature so evil that it would make a puffy puppy stuffed in a six sizes too small tutu look as though it were the cutest thing in the world. As realization dawned, it started to stir, upon realizing that its captor was no longer among the undead. It opened its mouth and hissed out air that had been trapped in its lungs for over two hundred years. It stilled as a living creature slinked into the room, but as soon as it caught the creature's scent he relaxed. It was only Donovan.

"Sire, your brother is dead," He said hesitantly, "So that means....." He trailed off, Vulcan gave a twisted smile.

"I'm free," Then he glanced over at Donovan, "And hungry," He added with a hiss. Donovan backed up a few steps.

"I-I'm sorry sire, I'll go get you something." He swung toward the entrance and started to walk.

"Wait." Vulcans power filled voice echoed throughout the cavern. Donovan stopped and began to shake. Vulcan continued:

"Tell me who killed my brother Dracula." Donovan glanced around uneasily as if he spoke the name is owner would pop up and get him. Vulcan tapped his foot impatiently.

"Well?" he snapped, Donovan's eyes were still darting around when he began to speak the name.

"The name of he, who destroyed Dracula is, is..." He hesitated.

"Spit it out," Vulcan snarled, Donovan gave a little jump.

"V-Van H-Helsing..." He stuttered. The name sparked a flame in the back of his mind, a slight remembrance of what once was, then it clicked. He had once crossed paths with this Van Helsing. It was an event that had locked him away in this hellish prison, and one that he had tried to bury deep within his dark disturbed mind. But even now as it surfaced from its two hundred year slumber, he still remembered it as though it were yesterday. He had a love, her beauteous name was Circe. She had been his beloved ever since he was a child, they were childhood friends to say, he had even given her his most treasured possession, a silver pendant with a black spinel gem in the middle. T'was a warm night in London, Circe, his brother and he were taking a stroll after finishing off a young couple. The air had all of a sudden become dense and a low buzzing noise sounded.

Circe made a small noise and he glanced at her, she had a surprised look on her face. He then noticed a line of blood trickling down her throat, he watched in horror as her head slid off with a sickening sliding noise, and hit the ground with a nauseating smack. Vulcan blanked out and stared at Circes decapitated lifeless form. He slowly turned to face Circe's murderer. He watched as Dracula, who was closer lunge at the shadows where the man stood. Vulcans vision slowly became hazy red as he watched Dracula and the man grapple with each other. He glanced back over to Circe's body, whose lifeblood was slowing down from the red river that it had first been, down to a slow trickle. He gave his attention back to the fight when he heard his brother give a hiss of pain, he gave him a look down to see what had happened, one of his fingers were missing, that had to hurt.

The man took Dracula's hesitation and used it to his advantage, as he shoved him against a building and brought out a stake of silver. He raised it high and plunged it deep into Dracula's chest. Vulcan heard as the stake severed through tissue as it slid between his ribs and bone splintering as it smashed its way through his spine and finally a loud crunch as it had traveled all the way through its target before finally nailing itself to the brick wall behind. Vulcan propelled forward at the man, his rage raw, the man easily sidestepped and Vulcan snarled as a blade of holy water coated silver sliced from his upper right shoulder down to his lower left ab. He threw a punch and felt the bricks crumble as his hand went through the wall. Dust came up and he felt something grab him. he fought against it, he had to kill the man, he just had to, to avenge Circe's death. he thrashed to get free, then realizing it was no use he stopped. The man will pay, he will rue the day he was ripped from his mother's bloody womb.

As he came back to reality a new anger replaced his past rage, the more he thought about it, the more it grew. An eye for an eye then... He will take what this Van Helsing loves, he'll rip it away and tear it to pieces. He heard Donovan clear his throat and he glanced at him.

"What?" he asked irritatedly. Donovan looked anywhere but him and replied.

"Well, it's just that, well, I've been keeping a low profile to prevent being hunted, and I-I kind've want to keep it that way." Vulcan flashed him a gentle smile and started to stalk toward him.

"That's okay, you won't have to worry about keeping a low profile, or being hunted ever again." Donovan backed away, he didn't like this. He couldn't risk looking into Vulcan's eyes, he knew that when the others did they were paralyzed. He could feel Vulcan eyes burning into him, he had never looked into his eyes, even though the curiosity was hard to not quench. He started to raise his eyes, just a little bit. He could resist the temptation, he raised his eyes the rest of the way and was caught. His breath wedged itself in his throat, as he looked into Vulcan black eyes. He started to panic, but he couldn't move. Shit, shit, shit....

"P-Please, don't hurt me..." he whimpered. Vulcan gave him an unpleasant smirk, his eyes had a malicious glint in them.

"Shhh, Shhhh... Don't worry, just calm down." He purred. Donovan's eyes darted around frantically as if he didn't look at Vulcan his paralyzed position would disappear. He was starting to lose his nerve, he started to shake. Vulcan just stared at him with his black unblinking eyes, He liked seeing the fear in the Warlock's eyes. It gave him satisfaction, he felt his stomach tighten and decided that if he waited any longer his gut would explode. He gave sneer, at a random spot on the ground and struck Donovan on the side of his head. He flew back and slammed forcefully into the cavern wall. Donovan struggled to get up, finally, he managed to get himself on his feet.

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Donovan stared at Vulcan, now that his little spell was broken, he would be able to move. If he thought that he is going to get to me, he is so wrong. He felt the gash that the wall had given him slowly start to heal. He also saw Vulcan eyeing the blood that was welling up where the wound had not fully closed yet. He blinked and he was gone... Shit. He looked around scouring the cavern trying to find him. He saw a flash of movement and managed to make a decent energy ball to propel at the shadow. It hit its mark as a grunt emitted from it. 

He started pitching them at Vulcan, he knew that if he got in close to him then he would surely die, for he did not possess superhuman strength. He backed up hoping to have his back to the wall so that he could not be snuck up behind and stopped cold. He whirled around and immediately wished he'd had not, a cold hand wrapped around his throat, he stared straight into Vulcan's eyes and gave a strangled cry as Vulcan gave a malicious grin and jerked his head back. Donovan could hear the snapping of the bones as the went past their limits and attempted to cry out from the agony that he had. Everything stilled as the pain went away and when he finally blacked out, knowing that the last thing he ever would see was the black, evil, merciless pits in Vulcan's eyes.

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Vulcan dug his talons into Donovan's throat and with a wet ripping noise, assisted with the sound of bones snapping, managed to decapitate Donovan. He gave a smile of pleasure as blood squirted from the stump, blood poured out like a glorious river. He snarled in hunger and bit into the stump. Blood gushed into his mouth as he ravenously lapped up the blood until there was only a faint trickle coming out. He felt the warmth that the Warlock's magic coated blood gave him, he felt powerful and renewed. He could feel the darkness outside the cavern calling to him. It was time to see how the world had changed over the two-hundred years he had been slumbering.

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So I low-key creeped/grossed myself out when I wrote and reread this part. XD