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 am not the best liar either."

            "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. Long story short, 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 life line. I was doing everything he wanted me to, like I couldn't think for myself. Heck, there was one time, I was around age thirteen, we were at the park, and well he got thirsty and I won't deny it, I was too. He suggested we feed off of the kids in the park, and I wasn't too sure that was the best idea, but at the time, I thought this kid was a genius and he knew everything. So without hesitation, we jumped on the few kids there, and sucked them just until there was little blood left, leaving them with little memory of what happened. We always took care of the bodies, and put them were they wouldn't be found until they woke up. We did this all the time when we were around humans, except sometimes we took it too far and well, we killed them. I hate thinking about it, but we did. We did it without emotion, it was just a natural thing to do for us, as long as we got our blood, we were happy. We terrorized people our age, or younger. Our parents at the time were close with the King. Vlad, had this weird thing against the King, something that he wouldn't explain, he just always said how the King was brainwashing us and didn't have our best interests in mind, and killed many more people than we did and naturally, I listened to him. At sixteen, we plotted against him, we got into his dining room, and we slipped a poisonous extract into his goblet, and it was simple as that. We killed him, who would suspect two kids? No one ever figured it out. To this day, no one ever knew who killed him. They put so many people on trial, even his own son, who now is our King. Imagine facing his son time to time, and all I ever feel is guilt and terror that I'll be found out. It was our fault, my fault. I thought it would stop at the King, but he wanted to keep going. He went so far as to kill a family member, and I witnessed it and I couldn't bare it... and that's when we went our separate ways. I thought I could forget about all the destruction I had caused to everyone but here he is again, and it all just re-surfaces. Moving away to this building was the best I could do, and even then it took me power to realize and restraint to realize, I didn't want to feed off of people all the time. But now that he is back, it just drags up so many bad things and I have to warn you. He won't spare you Dyllon."