Title

Vampyre Blood

The Deathtoll

Author

Feh, you should know me by now

This story is based on fiction. The characters, place and storyline are all made up by me. The vampyre, the title, is based on long myth and the name is of great vampyres, elders of the race of vampires of lore, are all fictious. Dracula pays no part in this, he is of no relation to them. No Ann Rice (c) preferences, no other gothic vampire tales have influenced this piece. Have a read of Crimson Butterfly if you like this story.

This story is the backround and work of a Gaian character named Manx. If you'd like to know what Gaia is, go to where you can make a character and roleplay with other people, acting out your character with your own present avatar. I have my own under the alias M.a.n.x.

Check it out, if you're interested.

Now, please read my story. If you enjoy it, take a look at my other fictious stories I have. Thank you, and have a safe and good night or day.

Chapter Four

Drake/

New Man, New Awakened Feelings

Awaken.....

.....p...lease help me.....

....mend my wings....

................t...take the....knife.....

T...tear it out of my back.....

AWAKEN!

Manx shot up from her slumber, her heart hadn't even jumped as the voice screamed in her head and she looked around. Jared wasn't sleeping next to her and she looked down at her hands. They were white and her nails were perfectly manicured, she turned up her nose slightly as she looked towards a window to her right. Darkness billowed outside and she slipped out of the bed.

She walked across the jade carpet and entered a closet at the far left side of the large room where she found a simple outfit. Manx slipped on a pair of short, tight black shorts and pulled a white tank top over her head. She exited the closet and padded across the room, her feet making soft thuds on the floor as she neared the door. She stopped before touching the knob and thought back to the voice. It had been so familiar to her and suddenly she remembered that voice. Drake.

The vampyre she had met when she was young and helpless, the one who had brought her here. His voice had been strained and it hurt her chest to recall how he had to the graveyard....

Manx stepped out of the room and walked down a long hallway before coming to a pair of large steps. Jared wasn't around and she jumped down to land in front of the door.

"I'll be back in a bit!" She called out, wondering if he was in the house to hear her.

She heard no reply and stepped out of the house, heading to the left. She didn't know how she knew where the graveyard was and she could see a tombstone far in the distance, maybe a mile away at most. Manx swallowed hard and walked fast, covering as much distance as she could. Before she knew it, she had arrived at the graveyard and stood in the entrance.

She looked towards the middle of the graveyard and saw a figure standing a top a large tombstone. The arms of this person were raised above their head where a rope was tied around their wrists and only the tips of their toes touched the tombstone below them. Wings of pitch black hung behind the person and they looked broken, blood still dripped from them. The person swayed slowly side to side with the wind and as Manx drew closer, the face came into view. Drake.

His long hair curled with the wind and his beautiful face was stained with blood. Most of the blood was around his mouth and Manx placed her hands together in front of her.

"D-drake?" She said, wondering if he could hear her.

He didn't move, nor did his eyes open, but his mouth dropped slightly so a small breath escaped.

"Manx.....," his voice was cracked and it was hardly a whisper.

"Drake who did this to you?" She asked as she stepped closer.

His eyes suddenly opened and his mouth gaped in a wretched, painful moan.

"Step away! Don't come any closer!"

Manx stopped in her tracks and she looked around to see shadowed figures step out from behind tombstones. She turned to Drake and suddenly she remembered that she was now an immortal like the other vampyres. Manx frowned and leaped up with a new found vertical, reaching Drake as the shadowed figures came for her. She caught onto the rope and her face was inches from his. His eyes stared into hers, sourful eyes of emotionless pits and he said nothing as she ripped through the rope, making them both collapse onto the tombstone.

"You there! Who are you?!" One of the shadowed figures exclaimed.

Manx stood up slowly and stared at the one who had spoken.

"I am Manx, why have you tied this vampyre up?!"

"That is of no concern to you! You, you were a human slave, how the hell did you do that if you are human?! Who made you what you are?!"

Manx smirked.

"That is of no concern to you," she mocked and hoisted Drake onto her back.

The shadowed figures lundged for her, but suddenly another figure came out of the dark and cut through half of them. He landed next to Manx and smiled as she recognized him as Jared. He turned to the figures and they slinked away.

"Take him to the house, I'm going to pay Dreda a visit," Jared ordered before vanishing into the night.

Manx smiled and carried Drake back to the house, laying him in an extra bed after she had cleaned him up. She sat next to his bed and watched him sleep. She wondered why he had called out to her and how he had gotten tied up in the graveyard. Manx only closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"You...."

Manx opened her eyes and Drake was sitting up in his bed. His upper body was bandaged and a bandage was wrapped around his head, making his long hair seem shorter. Manx leaned forward slightly and tilted her head to the right.

"Remember me?" She inquired with a soft smile.

Drake's lips moved slightly, but there was no smile.

"Yes, the child that I had brought to this world has grown I see...."

His voice was just as it had been when he had met her long ago and she closed her eyes momentarily.

"Why were you hanging from that rope, Drake?"

He looked towards the window and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

"A mistake on my part, love, that is all. Just a mistake."

Manx sighed and stood, placing her hands on the bandage on his head. She unwrapped it and the blood was gone.

"You were pretty banged up when I found you. Why did you call out to me?" She asked while unwrapping the bandage around his chest.

"I didn't know who else to call out to....it seems after you had become what you are, a halfling, you could hear my plead for help. A rather pathetic way to attract attention, but it worked."

Drake watched her hands as she unwrapped the bandage and tossed it to the ground. His eyes scanned up to her face and he saw the child once more who he had brought to this place. He smiled half heartidly.

"You've become a beautiful woman....what are you called now?"

"Manx."

"Heh, a rather small name compared to your old one, I assume."

Manx tilted her head to the right.

"Can you tell me my old name? That would be the best gift you ever gave...."

Drake sighed and adverted his gaze to his hands.

"I cannot tell you..."

"You took me from my parents, Drake! The least you could do was tell me my real name! No need for my last name! Just please...please...."

Tears dropped from her eyes and she grabbed Drake's shoulders, half her body over his legs as she pleaded to him. Her eyes stared up into his dark orbs and the tears that fell from her pale cheeks dropped to the bed sheets. Drake raised his hand up and touched her cheek, his eyes wandering over her face. His hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck, but he felt as though he had nothing. No sheets to cover him nor hair to keep him warm from this strange chill he recieved from the contact of her flesh. His chest tightened as he watched her cry while laying on his legs and the touch of her hands on his shoulders made his flesh tingle.

"Drake...p-"

"Do you know why I took you away from your parents in the first place, Manx?" He inquired, cutting her off.

Manx shook her head and her bottom lip quivered as he continued.

"I took you from them because you were a beautiful child, one I had not seen in ages since I've brought them here. I smelled death on you, knowing fully that you would have died the next year if I had no come. I foresaw a death, one that began with a vampyre and yourself. A male vampyre who murdered your family and then drank you dry. His power was immense....and I just couldn't let you die. So I wisked you away to this world, but I could not keep you. I was unable to care for children and it was a mistake not to take you. You landed in the hands of Dreda and her partner Jared. A ruthless man who has mysterious motives, not one to trust."

"Jared....he and I are together....," Manx said quietly.

Drake frowned and the touch on Manx's cheek tensed.

"You should get out of here, come with me to the human world and we'll lay low. He has something up his sleeve, my dear child."

He motioned slightly for her to move and she did so, allowing him to stand. Drake slipped out of the bed and stood, looking around, in his black slacks. Manx was confused as she watched him scan the area.

"He loves me, Drake....."

"He doesn't know love, only hate and betrayel. Come..."

He reached for her hand but she recoiled.

"Manx, trust me! He is not to-"

"Be trusted?" Jared said from the door.

Drake frowned as he looked over at the door where Jared was leaning and he looked at Manx.

"Manx, let's go! Now!"

Jared looked at Manx and smirked.

"You haven't seen this vampyre traitor in a long time Manx, how can you possibly trust him?" He inquired.

"Don't listen to him Manx!"

Manx closed her eyes and grabbed the sides of her head, dropping to the ground.

"Stop it!!!" She screamed.

To Be Continued....

So, who's telling the truth? Eh, dunno...