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D gets Lefty HTML
‘Birthday Admirers’
(NB: There’s been several speculations as to how D acquired Lefty. Since I’ve been GMing my own VHD based game,
ShadowBlood, I figured that I would need my own reasons for why he had him. The following story was the result :-D )
(Some definitions to clear up: Glastic is a futuristic material that crosses the moldability and endurance of plastic with
the strength of unbreakable glass. A Moondate is a Vampiric birthday. It’s basically the same as a human birthday.)
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Dracula stood over the sleeping form of his son. The child’s long hair was swept out behind him in a mane of brown and
he lay curled on his side. His hands lay curled under his chin and he lay resting with a deep frown on his youthful face.
His father had come as D fought unseen monsters in his dreams and now Dracula stood beside the 10 year old’s bed, watching
the child breath easily after a hard sunrise battle.
‘Such a child.’ Dracula murmured as he took a seat on the white and red silken sheets. D’s blankets were thrown
in mismatched forms on the floor and bed and Dracula bent neatly to pick up the ones on the floor. After spreading it back
over the young Dhampire, he ran his hand over the child’s face. He studied the features that had once been his own when
Dracula had been young and human.
D’s dream had been violent. He had been crying, trapped in a dark space he could not escape. Monsters had reached through
the floor, threatening to draw him into it and devour his being. D responded by pounding them with his white Glastic horse.
His mental wailing had alarmed his father who quickly came to his rescue. With one angry gesture the darkness and monsters
had disappeared, leaving the trembling child to rush into his fathers arms. D had then taken his dream-father by the hand
and made him promise, CROSS HIS HEART, that he would never leave him alone like that again. Dracula had laughed, just as he
chuckled now at the remembrance. Oh how such a little warrior would grow into a confident young man! Dracula would make sure
of that! The youngster shared his mother’s soft expressions, but his father’s stubbornness. He played hard and eagerly
with the other offspring Dracula had sired, but Dracula had a special fondness for this child. D would continue the Vampire
species. Not now. Maybe not for centuries from now. But he would be like his father. Perhaps he would continue the vampiric
race like Dracula did- picking and choosing suitable females and siring their youngsters as a buck mated with every fertile
doe he found. Perhaps D would choose one mate and sire one offspring. Dracula KNEW his child was unique. He would be a father.
The Vampire God looked down at his son, wishing to mold his’s son’s future as he molded the Vampire race. But he
would not. He respected his son too much for that. His mind delved deep into D’s future and he was overjoyed to see a
clear answer. He would be a father! For now, he still had his youth to experience.
Dracula bent over the sleeping child and gently sniffed the prone body. He savored what he found, as if it were a fine drink.
D was delicate. Sweet. Like new roses and fresh earth. He’d just celebrated his 10th Moondate and had fallen asleep in
the stable with the cow ponies after an exhausting day. He’d been promised his horse- a black maned half robot creature
he had eyed since he’d first seen it in his father’s stables. He’d wanted it for years. He was tired of the
shabby brown pony he had learned to ride on. Despite this, the pony was well cared for and D loved it deeply though it was
treated much like an old toy. Dracula tried to imbibe his children the importance of caring for everything they owned. It
was D who absorbed this lesson the deepest. Unlike his siblings, D spent most of the time reading in the stable, sharing his
stories with the little brown pony. He set up toy armies that he would tank over with his white Glastic horse then gallop
over to the Vampire stable hand to hunt more unseen evils. It was an amusing voyage to observe and Dracula would occasionally
stop and watch his son’s adventures.
Now the Vampire God watched his son recover from the nightmare that had terrified him so. He kissed his son’s head gently.
“I will not forsake you.’ He said, his deep, masculine voice firm. It was a vow he intended to keep. The child was
a warrior at heart. He was swift, observant and was not afraid to confront creatures the other children avoided. Dracula was
proud that the one woman he loved - the one mortal human he ever loved- had produced this child. D would begin his advanced
swordsmanship lessons the next day and... Dracula smiled. There was one last task. He caressingly pulled the blanket away
from his child’s neck and pulled the child’s left hand from beneath his chin. He stretched his mind into the mists
that his home was built from and Dracula carefully drew forth a sleeping creature from it’s nest. He gently shook it
mentally and it roused, an impressive yawn erupting forth from it’s stout, almost tailless body.
“Is it time, boss?’ the creature asked, blinking the sleep from its eyes.
“It is.” Dracula said. ‘Are you still willing?”
The creature snorted, its tone mildly irritated.
“Hey,” the creature said “I said I was gonna do it. I’m not going to back down, especially if I’ve
been given the one and only chance of a lifetime. I’m gonna be the best friend of Dracula’s chosen! Imagine that!’
Dracula’s mind roared with laughter, but his physical form smiled his true feelings. With his mind he gently placed the
creature into D’s left hand. With a gentle pop the creature entered and a moment later it’s wrinkled, alien face
appeared on D’s left palm. Once there, it grinned with glee.
‘Thanks Boss. Great to have a home again.”
Dracula chuckled. His red eyes glimmered brightly.
“You have always been a faithful Simbiote.’ He said. “Now sleep. My son has had a rough night. He will not
be pleased knowing what kind of guardian I have granted him.”
A quiet chuckle from the Simbiote.
“They always get used to it.” it said. “If not, I make ‘em get use to it.”
Dracula rose from his son’s bed and headed towards the great wooden door.
“Indeed.” he said, opening it. The candlelight from the hallway left a soft yellow patch of light on the floor.
“They eventually become accustomed to your kind. But you will remind him that I am always there for him, just as I was
there for him tonight.’ With those last words he fell silent. He smiled, bowed briefly, then entered the hallway to leave
his son with his new confrere.
D, instinctively knowing that he was moved, sighed in his slumber and pulled his hand back beneath his chin. The Simbiote,
still beaming with glee, snuggled close to the child’s skin.
“It’s gonna be a fun ride.” it said and it, too, settled back into sleep.
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