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Dante awoke suddenly, a slick cold sweat running down his body. He climbed out of the large bed and went to the window, where the thick wood blinds blocked all sunlight from entering the bedroom. He flicked them open and looked out to the horizon. The morning sun would not rise for a few hours, and he decided that he would not find sleep again this night. He flicked the blinds shut before dressing himself for the day. He started to explore the many winding halls, stopping at a long, tall library like none he had ever seen. He looked from one side to the other, a sudden desire to read burning in his mind as he walked to the nearest bookshelf, crammed with old books on many subjects. He looked from one book to the next, reading the titles slowly and silently. "Why are there so many books on diseases...?" he seemed to question the books themselves, not expecting an answer. Most of the books on that shelf were about various illnesses and doctrine techniques. He moved to the next shelf, finding an equal amount of medical books and novels. He opened one of these old books, finding many pages ripped out. When he looked in the next, pages were torn and missing as well. He could barely make out the first few words on one page: How infliction through biting--. He looked at it skeptically, thoughts racing through his mind. "I see you have taken an interest to my library" a voice came from far behind him. Dante spun, frightened, and calmed when he found the owner of that voice, sitting half-enshrouded in shadows in a tall chair. Zephiel nodded to Dante, motioning for him to step closer. Dante did so questioningly. "Why are pages torn from most of these books?" he asked, holding up the open novel in his hand. "That would be your father's doing." he said, not bothering to look at the open book in Dante's hand. "He keeps all of the pages in his bedroom, bound together in a book." "Why? What is it in these medical books that catches his interest so?" he asked, snapping the book shut and holding it to his side. "Don't you know what he is?" Zephiel asked, and looked up at Dante's lost expression. "His blood flows through your veins... you should know." "I do not have any idea what you are talking about, Zephiel." he siad, raising one eyebrow in confusion. "You have the stereotypical traits already, your razor-sharp canines, your fear of sleeping at night, your uncommon finesse." He stopped for a second, letting Dante think about what he was saying. "You're a vampire too."
Jareth Black · Mon Feb 14, 2005 @ 01:44am · 3 Comments |
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