Jason Doran: The Spellcaster King

4: Dracula's Rockstar Brother is a Dick

    Now tell me, if you just found out there were a psychopath with a trapped and probably evil master coming for you because you have the power to free said master from his probably and definitely deserved prison, would you quietly sit down and wait or run for your life. I'd say run for your life, but I couldn't since six-year old me was still trapped in his dream.

    So now I'm being told(I don't know if you can call it being told if you were spying through your dream) that I have magical powers because of my lineage. My mom is a mom was a curator for the ancient history museum(Which is by far the best kind of museum). My dad was a dentist. The most magical thing they did was staying married long enough to give birth to me.

    I never met anyone else from my extended family except my uncle, and he didn't seem magical. He just looked like John Constantine. I never knew what his profession was, but he can't be the certain lineage that SC was talking about. But he seemed to know about all this cuz he was still bleeding right in front of me.

    But then the weirdest thing happened, as I kept looking at the scene playing right before me, something started to feel off. I know everything that happened already felt off, but I was there so long it really didn't unhinge me like before. But now something was different like something more evil than what was originally here.

    I don't know what could be more evil than the voice In the Chupacabra's head except Satan but something tells me that The voice and Satan are close friends. But that feeling felt like it was breathing on the back of my neck which made me want to turn around and check every 30 seconds or so.

    Not until I realized that everything had gone quiet. What had transpired between these two and I didn't know about. My question still rung in my head and fazed me that I still hadn't woken up to tell my mother and leave the house. But SC wasn't yet gone while the voice In the Chupacabra's head wasn't speaking but something was still in that room with me.

    I think we have a visitor. “Nobody else is here sire.” Shut up you fool. He's here, the child, I can sense his presence. I didn't know how he could sense me but I didn't want to stay and find out. “But your majesty, this room doesn't have any room for someone to hide.” Can't you feel his presence. He's here I know he is.

    Then Suddenly, he turned those red beady eyes to me and said, Boy, I can see you. He looked right at me and said he could see me. Hello dear boy. So nice of you to join in. So how long have you been watching our little show. I hope your uncle's torture has been to your liking. If not we can improve.

    His voice had a smug sound in It. Like if he had a face, he would be smiling right now. Right then my uncle seemed to have gained consciousness. “Jason are you seriously here. If you are, this is all normal when you wake up you will have to wake up your mother and run. Just tell her this and concentrate when you say it. Please really concentrate. Now this is what you'll need to say.”

    And he started saying Latin and again I seemed to be translating it before I even got a chance to hear it. He said, “Veni ad me, et nolite quaerere quid ad nos, ut et in nocte caelum.” Which when I instantly translated meant 'Come with me and don't ask why, for we shall take to night sky.'

    Ah, the mentis imperium spell. The voice said with an uncaring tone. You really think he can escape before my men find him. That spell,  mentis whatever translated to English meant mind control spell. If I knew I could control my mom's mind I would have done it ages ago. Try all you want dear boy but I don't think you'll be able to escape.

    Suddenly the room started to shake and the eyes of the Chupacabra's head wasn't red anymore. Has your uncle told you anything about your heritage. The voice of the Chupacabra's head wasn't in the Chupacabra's head anymore. The voice was behind me now. I still couldn't move but now I literally felt evil breathing on the back of my neck.

    I still couldn't talk, but the voice could. He came in front of me and I saw what he looked like. I expected something like SC, ugly and depressing, but he was handsome with jet black hair and a broad chest. He was tall and pale. Like Dracula but without the fangs and bloodred eyes. He wore a black shirt on black jeans like a rocker all that was left was a guitar, and he'd be the perfect guitarist.

    He had amber eyes that reflected anything and everything. He looked at me and said I've been watching you. I could see you but could never tell where you were. That amulet of yours keeps you protected doesn't it. I looked at my amulet and subconsciously nodded. Well it seems I've found out why I couldn't find you.

    Now I'll ask you again. HAS YOUR UNCLE TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR HERITAGE. He screamed. I just shook my head. Well it seems dear uncle Arthur hasn't told you everything. When I find you, I'll tell you everything right after you free me. Normally when people I didn't know came up to me and told me random things like this, I'd kick 'em in the crotch or whatever women had down there.

    You are a special young boy, and I'll tell you why. As long as you do whatever I say, I won't hurt your mother. He was threatening me right in my face. Now I really got angry. I loved my mom. I was going to make sure nothing happened to her. He continued, I WILL come for you, whether you like it or not.

                  AND I WOKE UP.