Sharing A Floor With a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon

Sharing A Floor With A Vampire, Werewolf and Demon/ Chpt. 30

          "I haven't been completely honest with you. I've known Devon - I mean Vlad, since I was a kid...and he isn't who you think he is - at all. It all started around the age of eight, I was introduced to Vlad. Our families had been close friends, but Vlad and I were attached at the hip. He was all I knew. From a young age, he taught me everything there was to know really, to the point where he overpowered my thoughts, influenced my actions...perhaps I should have caught on, but I was too naive." I paused and took a deep breath. "We did a lot of terrible things, Dyllon. Things neither of us can ever take back. Things I will always regret, things that I am truly ashamed to tell you...and one that I have to tell you for you to understand this entire story about Vlad."

              Dyllon starred back at me blankly, and I gulped.

             "Vlad and I, we killed our own King. You've been acquainted with our new King... that's his son and Vlad's plan is to kill him now too. Which is where I come in, he wants me to be involved this time around as well, and I am scared he will drag you into this too."

               Dyllon's face remained blank, and I gave her a minute to process what I had just said.

             "Dyllon, say something, anything."

            "You're lying; this whole story is a bunch of bull shit." Dyllon said. "I know he can be creepy at times, but why would someone make up a fake name...and then pretend to know you, and kill a King. Why are you trying to scare me away from him?"

            "Why would I lie?" I snapped. I was astonished that she trusted him over me. "I'm trying to protect you."

            "I don't need to be," she snapped back, and I could hint lie in her tone. "Because there is nothing wrong with Devon, his name is Devon, not Vlad."

            "Fine, let me tell you more!" I yelled. "I know you're overwhelmed by everything that is occurring around you, but maybe if you just hear everything... it'll just click. Trust me, I'm not a great liar."

            "The rest?" Dyllon said confused.

            "Yes," I sighed. I realized I couldn't sugar code it, I had to go much deeper into the past, and describe our childhood. I had to let Dyllon into the area I had restricted to everyone. "Maybe you'll actually believe me."

            "I obviously can't tell you my whole past with Vlad, but I can try and tell you some of it, enough for you to understand that I am trying to warn you about an intruder. Truthfully, the reason I don't speak about my past with you often is because it was quite morbid. My past is full of secrets and regrets." I sighed. "Vlad being one of those secrets and regrets. Vlad at a very young age taught me exactly what it meant to be a vampire... but of course, I didn't know right from wrong, I just figured it was right. He introduced me into brutal killings of humans - instead of feeding, it became a game for us to rip people to shreds or leave them on their absolute last breath, begging for us to help them. He turned me into a murderer. I did everything he wanted me to, and it was like I couldn't think or act for myself."

            I shook my head re-calling the brutal memories that were resurfacing, but kept going. 

            "One time, when I was around age thirteen, we were hanging out at a park and he got thirsty, and I won't deny it, I was too. He suggested we feed off the kids at the park, children, younger than us. I remember the hesitancy I felt, and the objection I made at his suggestion, but he immediately talked me into it, I wish I could say he had a good reason but the truth was, I was just compelled by everything he said, I thought he was a genius. We jumped on them...innocent kids, and sucked them with just enough blood to survive, but with no memory of what happened, but there were times we went too far, and people were left lifeless. I wish I could say this happened on rare occasions, but it was something we did far too frequently."