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Chapter 3

Packing was never enjoyable to Darek. This was different altogether. He had to take things he really desired. He wanted to leave this town forever and never return. He and Gerald would leave together so he could be fully taught without anyone interfering.

He glanced around the room just for memory sake and then snuck out for the last time. He took only clothes.

When he arrived at the motel, he waited outside of the door. He knocked by the use of his ever-growing telekinesis. It opened with an aura of welcome. When he entered to find a silent room.

Warmth and the faint breath of candles rode the air to touch his face. Their flickering flames were the only illumination. Gerald was sitting, or rather, floating over the bed with a couple of books around him. Darek walked slowly to the bedside and began to levitate by himself. He positioned himself across from his teacher and began to meditate.

He knew that anything Gerald could do, he would be able to learn. As it was, how could anything seem impossible?

A few minutes passed and Gerald's eyes opened. Darek's did the same. Gerald began teaching immediately...

"Across the ocean, in a small town called Lancer, is a mansion. It used to belong to me and technically it still does. It is a very respected place there. It is also very desired by many. Back during the time of when I am speaking of, I wasn't as wise as I am now though.

"A group of individuals similar to you and I, took their time to formulate a plan. I did not know what they were doing until it was too late. Somehow they turned the town against me and I was banished from Lancer. I still had rightful ownership though, but nobody would listen. Now you're the rightful owner. This is so because of the ring. It is the key to everything of real value in that town.

Through a sense of forethought, my time is running out. I pass my quest on to you. These two books," he motioned to the two floating, "contain information on those individuals, our powers, the towns history, and other relevant information. They are for you as well... but only if you decide to accept my last gift," explained the stranger.

"I will accept anything you decide to give me and use it to honor and benefit you," promised the boy. He had said 'time is running out', did that mean he was leaving Darek! Darek assumed, but still kept his sadness to himself.

Gerald unfolded his legs and stood on the bed. Darek followed his example. He flicked his hand and the books flew over to the dresser. When they hit, there was a sound of course, but the sound Darek heard didn't come from leather bindings hitting cheap pressboard. He dismissed it when Gerald drew him close.

"All I am, all that I have, all when we were one, I give to you," he said. Darek could feel his hot breath on his neck again and he shivered with excitement. Gerald's grasp on his arm grew tighter.

Finally the ecstasy came! A rush of life being given to someone loved. He could feel something else though. Gerald was sending some kind of powerful energy though him. That's when time seemed to stop!

Four men burst through the door and into the room. They were armed with loaded crossbows and other gadgets and symbols. "Let him go, asshole!" yelled one of them.

Gerald did as commanded, especially when faced with a wooden stake. His task was uncompleted, but maybe he would get another chance to finish it later. Two of the men pulled Darek to them, keeping their eyes on the vampire all the time. They knew that even four men was not enough to handle an experienced bloodsucker, but maybe luck would be on their side tonight.

Their spokesperson introduced himself as 'Rudy'. "We've been tracking you for a long time now," he said. "You succeeded in eluding us a few times, but the end was inevitable. The boy's father reported to the authorities that he was missing again. We had already been investigating your escape, when we figured out who you were."

"The boy seems untouched," said a man examining him. "He's just a little out of it. Maybe hypnotism," he added. Gerald just smiled.

"You think you're pretty clever, don't you?" convicted Rudy.

"You're right," smiled Gerald. "I'm also tired of hiding. I'll let you do it. I won't fight back."

The third man took the stake from his crossbow and walked up to the gallant figure. "I'm sure this will hurt you more than me," he smiled as he thrust the stake at Gerald's heart.

Ever so quickly, he grabbed the stake with one hand and said, "I'm sure you're wrong." At the same time, he took his thumb and middle finger and forced them up and under the man's jaw. He picked him up off the floor like a six pack of cans and tossed him onto the bed.

"You lying son of a bitch!" yelled Rudy.

"On the contrary," challenged Gerald. "I said I would let you do it."¹

Rudy sighed in disgust and leveled his crossbow at his target's chest.

"Don't forget the head," reminded Gerald.

Rudy gave him a questioning look and pulled the trigger.

The stake slid into his chest with ease. The force from the stake threw him against the far wall. For an instant, he hung there like a picture. Then he fell forward. The stake stopped him from hitting the floor face first for a moment. Then it slid the rest of the way through.

Watching through half closed eyes, Darek honestly fell unconscious then.