The Vampire's Doctor- Drake's Salvation

* Warning* Feast

I nod at her threats with a slow, knowing smile. The lead witch drags the chains as she forces me into a creaking carriage. A blindfold is tied snugly over my eyes, and I’m plunged into darkness as we journey to their secret lair.

“This is going to be so much fun,” I murmur, amusement lacing my tone.

Once we arrive, they bind my wrists with practiced efficiency and remove my blindfold. I take in my surroundings—a desolate, abandoned holy place, its crumbling walls and shattered stained glass hinting at a long, sorrowful past.

I tilt my head, teasing, “I thought witches didn’t like holy places.”

The lead witch, sharpening her knife with deliberate care, replies, “Yaa, we don’t—but this place is special. Years ago, one of our sisters burned this church. The people trapped inside died violent deaths. Deaths like those leave a mark, turning such places into our sanctuaries—a well of dark magic potent enough to bind a vampire.”

I flash my best smile, enjoying the irony. “Ohhh, nice, good to know,” I say, eyeing the circle of witches before me. “Tell me, who is behind all these deaths?”

A sly smirk curls on her lips. “Now, what fun would it be if I told you?”

‘Ah, she’s a hard nut to crack,’ I think, and counter, “Let’s make a deal, shall we? You name the culprit behind these deaths, and I’ll spare you. How does that sound?”

The witches exchange glances and burst into mocking laughter. I join in, the sound echoing darkly off the stone walls. The moment stretches—a symphony of cruel amusement—until the lead witch suddenly shouts, “Stop!” and plunges her knife into my right hand.

I laugh, the pain barely registering. Locking eyes with her, I think, This is getting boring now—time to show them who they’re dealing with.

“You should’ve taken my offer while you still had the chance,” I jeer as I wrench my hand free with a force that shatters the chains. In one swift, predatory motion, I seize her by the throat. Her eyes widen in terror as she flails, trying in vain to pry me away.

The other witches begin their frenzied chanting, but I cut through their ritual with a mocking cheer, “Hahaha, now, now, ladies and gentlemen—is this how you greet your guests? Not good, not good at all.”

I shake my head in amusement as they continue their incantations, oblivious to the futility of their efforts. With my other hand, I free myself from the remaining chains and draw my knife. I proudly display my bloodied hand—its wounds healing almost instantaneously—before their horrified eyes.

The head witch stumbles back and attempts to flee. I call out with a wicked grin, “You see, I can always find you, no matter how far you run.”

Turning to the others, I sneer, “Your leader just ran, leaving you to your deaths.” I advance and, with brutal relish, grab another witch by the neck. Her withered, blackened fingers claw at my skin as I twist, applying just enough pressure until her life slips away. The sound of her final gasp is drowned out by my dark laughter.

Without missing a beat, I spin to face another witch. I drive my knife straight into his heart, watching as his eyes go wide with shock before he crumples to the ground. “Oh, please, don’t run,” I taunt with a cold chuckle. “These little games are too boring. I much prefer fighting puppies—they at least put up a decent fight.”

I drop his body and dash out of the church. In the cool night, I close my eyes to sharpen my hearing. Soon, I pick up a distant, enticing sound and, with a wicked smile, follow it. In a mere five minutes, I stalk my next prey.

Creeping silently behind a lone witch, I purr, “Water?” in a voice that drips with mock concern. Startled, she whirls around—but before she can react, I sink my claws deep into her chest. I shove her forward, and a torrent of blood bursts forth, painting the stone in crimson. Feeling her heart still pounding beneath my touch, I yank it out with a primal satisfaction, watching as the life fades from her eyes.

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By morning, I sit before a gruesome tableau—a macabre pile of bodies, each one bled dry by yours truly. I wipe the blood from my lips and savor the memory of a long-forgotten feast. The little human was right: I would need blood, and it’s been far too long since I indulged.

A wild thought dances through my mind. “Ahhh, Drake Ravencroft, you are one hell of an evil vampire,” I murmur to myself, a thought ran in my mind, Retrieving ropes and chains from the desecrated church, I meticulously bind the bodies and hang them from the gnarled branches of nearby trees. Admiring my handiwork, I can’t help but think, If only my little human were here—the look on her face would be priceless.

“It’s a pity, a true pity,” I sigh, turning as I stride confidently toward her. Now that I’m back, there’s no longer any need for hiding.

I walk back to Jack's house and seeing him still in his sleep, I open the attic door and peeked in, seeing the sleeping beauty I smiled, going up, I tapped her shoulder.

Walking up, she rubbed her eyes cutely, then she opened her eyes, " What is it?"

I flash her a smile and cut myself before her and she watched in awe as the wound closed itself, " You got your healing powers, are you back to being vampire?"