Drake

Drake took the menu that the waiter offered. He scanned the available meals, smiling at the thoughts running through those in the room. He chose a light meal, given the fact he didn’t need the human food, but he still liked to have some occasionally, it helped remind him that he had been human - once. It also helped to behave normally around humans, that way he didn’t arouse suspicion – why hasn’t he been eating etc.

The memory of being human was painful at times for Drake; it hadn’t been through choice that he’d been turned. He had taken to vampirism badly, rebelling from the start against his father. He had vowed from that moment, that he wouldn’t be like the others, that he’d exist how he wanted, and that he wouldn’t force his curse on any one else. He only hoped that he would have enough self-control, to keep his promise with Miranda. He already knew deep down that he was growing closer to her.

Miranda, shifted slightly on her seat, pulling Drake from his thoughts, he noted the change in her expression.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but Drake heard the concern. He shook his head, trying to focus on anything else, but found it too difficult.

As soon as he had awoken earlier - the second the sun had fully set, he had exited the wardrobe. The first thing he did was look to see if Miranda was absent, when he’d noticed the note he’d left had been disturbed and the money he left had gone, he’d been shocked at the way he had felt deflated. Then as he had left the hotel room, and headed down stairs, and sensed Miranda’s presence the relief he had felt had scared him. He had to get a hold of himself, for both their sakes. He cursed himself silently for getting himself into this mess in the first place.

He blinked and noticed that Miranda was staring at him from the other side of the table. A waitress was setting his plate of food down in front of him; Miranda had picked her knife and fork up, starting her meal. He realised he must have been terrible company so far this evening. He coughed, clearing his throat, and started his meal. He couldn’t escape the nagging feeling in the back of his mind for the red liquid he needed to settle his rising hunger. Suddenly the food in his mouth was tasteless and making him even hungrier.

As he looked up to Miranda, in the intention of making a conversation, he had to bite back his words. Her head was hung low and tilted slightly to one side, as she was cutting something up on her plate. Her pulse was a loud drumming in his ears. He subconsciously dropped his fork, thankful for the distracting sound it made against his plate, and the way that Miranda reacted lifting her hand up to stare at him.

“Things on your mind?” she asked.

“Something like that,” he replied his voice croaky. He looked away from her, his eyes fixed on the white tablecloth. His left hand rested on the table, he clawed at it, in an attempt to control himself. Why was he acting like this?

Drake stood abruptly. He was aware of the eyes bearing into his neck.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said through clenched teeth before leaving. He headed through the entrance hall his head was pounding. He knocked into someone as he moved, ignoring his or her expressions of protest. Forcing himself to clear his mind he cast out his senses, after a few seconds he found what he was searching for. A lone maid was walking towards him. He opened a door, which led to an empty corridor, save for a young woman.

The woman saw him and exhaled a small sound somewhere between shock and concern.

“Sir, are you OK?” she asked, rushing towards him. Drake lifted his head, and the maid cried out in horror. Drake knocked her out, catching her falling body and gently placing it on the carpeted floor.

Drake bent his head down to her neck; silent tears left his eyes as he felt his fangs pierce her soft smooth skin. He took only the bare essential to get through the night, despite his body begging for more. He sat up and watched the marks he had given her disappear before his eyes. He heard a distant door open and close, and saw his signal to leave as someone was coming this way.

Wiping his eyes, he got up heading back towards Miranda. He was confused and worried, he had never acted this way before, and he didn’t know what it meant. One thing he did know was the feeling he got that some how his father was behind it.

Entering the hotel restaurant, he walked straight towards Miranda; digging in his pocket he dropped some notes on the table. Taking hold of Miranda’s arm he pulled her up, with a little more force than he intended.

“Come on, we have to leave. And sorry if I hurt you.” He added, as he saw the anger and pain form on her face.

Refusing to give her the chance to argue, he dragged her towards the exit.

-

The servant shook with fear; Lucian watched the life leave her eyes. Licking his lips, and savouring the sweet taste he thought for a moment.

“You mean to tell me you failed?” he questioned, his voice was quiet but deadly. It brought the hairs on your neck up, and gave a shiver down your spine. This vampire wasn’t one to be disobeyed.

“My Lord, your son is stronger than we thought - ” Lucian banged his hand on the concrete wall, leaving a noticeable dent. His eyes went red with anger.

“Of course he is, he’s my son! How do you think he’d managed to escape me all these years? Why do you think I want him?” with one strode he reached the leader of the vampires, taking out his father’s sword he took one swipe and beheaded the vampire.

No one flinched.

“You.” Lucian pointed to another. “Congratulations you’ve just been promoted. Now find Drake and bring him and the girl to me.” Turning from the group of vampires he glided across to the far wall and went through the door. As he entered two figures looked to him.

“He grows stronger,” one spoke. He wore a suit and had brown hair.

“Indeed.” Lucian responded. He reached the others and looked down into a pool of water. His reflection glanced back at him. His eyes still red, and his long ebony hair hung perfectly around his face. “The time grows ever closer.”

“We must have him soon, and the girl too, she seems somehow involved.” The final person spoke; the girl was young, very young in appearance.

“If they fail again, I will him get him myself.” The two looked at Lucian in acknowledgment and took the sentence as a signal to leave. They were gone in a split second.

A/N hey everyone so sorry for the huge delay! i've been dead busy and hope to catch up and update faster and longer pieces now. so again sorry that its short but really wanted to get summat up, and sorry for any mistakes.

Kirsten Nussey - thanks and no i haven't given up lol, just slow sorry hope u liked this one.

Chaotic romance - so sorry for the slow update! yep she spent his money on clothes lol another short one im afraid ooooo you know what its nearly the summer and its my bday in 4 days so i think you should consider strating the sequel lol

braindead1345 - lol cool what can i call his guitar? hmmm dont worry its def gonna come back into the story lol. so no kit yet then?? thanks for ur comments hope you like this chap even though it was short

rachel - hmm apprantly u were sick the last time i updated so glad ur feeling better lol. and u better not be reading this wen u should be revising tut tut 4 DAYS! lol

hungarianpotatofarmer - hey thanks and so sorry hope u liked this chap!

Tasha - hey thanks haven't changed those points yet but will wen i get round to it lol. thanks for ur review : D