The Last Vampire: A War of Worlds

15: Capital Vallath Imperial State

Azarian walked into his room, he found Humphrey sleeping in the corner of the room.

"Poor guy.", Azarian said.

He went to his bed and saw dozens of drawings in black ink on pieces of paper. They covered the entire bed. He picked one up, it caught his eye, he put it under the light.

There was a wide valley that touched the ends of the paper. There were tiny dots falling from the sky and slowly flooding the entire valley. The dots looked like snow falling from the sky. There were two shadowy figures in the far distance of the valley. They didn't have faces, they didn't have hands or arms they were just pure dark shadows.

"What the hell."

Humphrey woke up from his slumber and rushed over to Azarian.

"You drew this?", Azarian asked.

Humphrey shook his head rapidly in agreement.

"What is this place?"

Humphrey pointed vigorously at the paper nearly tearing right through it, he then pointed his soft paws at himself.

"Your home?"

Humphrey nodded his head in agreement. Azarian placed his finger at the tall shadowy figures at the far end of the valley.

"And these?"

Humphrey eyes widened in fear. He hopped away all the way to the corner of the room. Azarian could tell he was scared by the way he shivered and tucked himself in the corner.

Azarian walked over to the corner of the room with the paper in hand.

"Buddy what are these things?", he asked.

Humphrey looked over at the paper and shrugged away from it. He tucked his head away and continued shaking In his skin.

"Are they from your home?"

Humphrey nodded his head in agreement.

"Oh okay now we are getting somewhere.", Azarian said, "Did they hurt you?"

Humphrey didn't move. He just sat there quietly immobile.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked once more.

Humphrey did not respond.

"Someone you cared about?"

Humphrey pulled out his head and nodded it slowly. His eyes were at the brink of flooding into tears. He moaned softly through the constraints of the plate covering his mouth.

Azarian took a closer look at the drawing.

Suddenly he felt a nerve racking headache. He fell on his knees and clinched onto his forehead.

"Fuck!", he shouted in agonising paining.

He held onto the bed and everything around him was just swirling before his eyes. His ears were drowning in a screeching noise that nearly made his ears bleed.

Humphrey got up and rushed to Azarian. He reached out his paw. Azarian smacked him hard, he went flying across of the room. Humphrey crashed into the wall and fell flat on the ground.

"I'm sorry Argh", Azarian stood up, "I didn't mean to do tha- Fuck.", he fell to the ground.

His vision was blurry and everything was throbbing before his eyes. The screeching noise grew louder and louder.

"Neeeeed bloood.", he stood over Humphrey. His opened his mouth and his long fangs grew out of his gums. Humphrey was petrified, his cry for help was muffled by the plate screwed onto his mouth, his eyes widened in freight.

Azarian closed his mouth and came back to his senses. He took a few steps back and came to the sound realisation he almost killed Humphrey.

"I'm so so sorry. I just don't know what ca-. I'm sorry it's a few years since I have fed and I need to feed or else my body will make me feed. I'm sorry."

Humphrey moved away from the wall, Azarian reached out his to him but he shrugged back, he was quacking.

"Don't be scared.", he assured him, "Everything is fine now."

Azarian's felt a sudden sharp sensation of pain in his head.

"Fuck!", he squeezed onto his head, "I'm going to step out for a bit I will be back."

Azarian stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard it broke the window.

He was outside on the cold night streets of the Capital. It was busy, like any night in the capital, the bright lights and the glamour. The streets were mostly filled with people heading home after a long business day and off duty Imperial enforcers with their escorts.

Azarian's head was killing him but he stood strong on his two feet. Flashes of his gruesome and bloody feeding of his friend Samuel crossed his mind constantly, each flashing memory getting more vivid.

"As I said and as I will say. You are nothing but a monster. Why do you try to deny it. Just Face the fact old friend.", he heard Samuel whispering In his head.

"Shut up!", he outburst in the middle of the street.

An elderly man approached Azarian. He was a fragile looking man and short too. He had a limp to his step and had a very charming eyes.

"Everything alright son?", the man said.

"Everything is fine.", he responded rudely.

"You are hungry.", Samuel whispered, "You haven't the sweet taste of blood in your mouth in years. Come on kill him like you killed me."

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up please.", Azarian said.

"Son that's not how you talk to your elders.", the old man said.

"Come on Azarian just look at him. His nearly dead just look at his wrinkly pale skin.", Samuel whispered, "Mature blood must taste great don't you think?", he giggled maniacally.

"No Samuel."

"Who the hell is Samuel, my name is Eddie Edwards The Third son.", the man said "Boy are you on those mage mushrooms? I swear those things are feeling up our streets."

"A drop of blood wouldn't hurt.", Samuel whispered.

The screeching noise grew louder and louder. He held onto the his ears and screamed in agony. He dashed away from the old man like a mysterious mist in the wind.

Azarian found a farm a big beautiful farm that stretched further than his eyes could see. He stepped foot on the farm and dashed around like air looking for something and anything to feed on. He came across a black bull, it was huge and had long thick horns planted on its head. The Bull was sleeping against a tree. It looked so peaceful.

Azarian walked over to the bull and stood over it. He reached out his hand and claws grew out of his finger tips. He sunk them into the Bull's thick neck. It woke up in an outburst. The bull was kicking and screaming in panic. Azarian wrapped his strong muscular arms around its neck and snapped it like a twig.

He severed the head from its body, blood was gushing all over the ground. He stuck a handful of his fingers in the pool of blood. He smeared his blood drenched fingers across his face. He stuck his bloody fingers in his mouth.

"Finally.", he whispered softly.