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Skye, the Last Prince of the Vampires	By : SkyeSilverstar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three – A
Friendship with Vampires, and an Invasion of the Mind

The view was breathtaking, and the night only added to the ethereal quality this whole location had. Stars twinkled, adding to the majesty of a grand palace with many towers. Square windows marked the lit corridor where Helios and Michael had just been, and somehow that hallway was rather small in comparison to the entire building. At the very top of the highest tower, a black and silver banner reflected the moonlight back at them. Upon it was the emblem of a silver eight-pointed star, going sideways. The flag fluttered a good one hundred and fifty feet off the ground, proudly baring its emblem to the world.
“That is the symbol of our clan” Helios’ raspy voice told Michael. “We are the Silver Star Vampires. We do not back down from any challenges, from any clans. Currently there are two clans… but the other clan is evil… and instead of saving people from terrible deaths as we do, they destroy life, killing all humans that ever cross their paths. You probably wonder why I have trouble breathing…” Helios stated, looking at Michael, who nodded. “They injected a virus within me, to which there is only one cure… and they have it. By getting enough to eat, I have been able to keep the virus from killing me. All it does is raise my metabolism so that I waste away if I do not eat on time. Right now, I need to go and eat, so the virus is affecting me negatively. Soon, I will be better. ” There was a rustle in the bushes, and as if on cue, Helios stiffened to watch who, or whatever it was.
Suddenly, a female prostitute came near to them. Michael cringed in disgust and turned to tell Helios that they should go back to the palace, but Helios was no longer with him. The Vampire had stiffened up at the scent of blood, and had his claws, fangs, and red eyes showing. Helios was in a state of bloodlust, and it was not for Michael. Terrified, the prostitute, who was clad in a short red dress without sleeves, white knee-high boots, and little else, screamed and tried to run, but it was too late. Helios had her captive, and he had viciously torn into her neck to uncover the artery there. Michael watched, too stunned to move, as Helios lapped the dripping blood up as a cat would lap at cream. Helios’ fangs were also drawing blood, sucking it away as the woman thrashed, trying to get away. Suddenly the woman’s eyes dulled as she fell limp against Helios, and she was dead before she hit the ground. The desperate struggle to save her life had been all for nothing, as Helios was simply too strong for her. Her beautiful face, with its soft Asian features and fine, dark hair falling in soft curls about it, ceased to lose its beauty, even in death.
“Not the best blood I’ve had in a long time… but at least she had no diseases.” Helios said, licking the blood from his fangs. His accented voice was clearer now, and he wore a satisfied smile on his face. “I apologize for the fact that I made you witness that... but believe me; it’s not as painful for the human as it looks. In addition to biting, I used venom instead of the naturally produced Vampiric aphrodisiac on her. Skye may have used his fangs on you in a pleasurable way, but I only kill. The venom numbs the victim, and death occurs within seconds. However, it is harmless to me, or other Vampires.” At Michael’s wince, Helios added. “You may rest assured that I will never bite you.”
“All right,” Michael said with a smile. “I will remember that.” With these words, Michael shivered. “Can we please go back inside now? I’m freezing.” He walked past Helios, who only chuckled and nodded before following. Soon, walking proved to be too cold a task, so Michael began to run for the first time in ages, trying to get his heart going enough to make him warm again. He was startled when Helios whizzed past him, but did not use his supernatural speed like Skye preferred to. Even so, Helios was a very fast runner, and Michael had to work hard to catch up. The running turned into racing, and soon Michael found himself laughing as he tried to keep up to Helios.

A few seconds later, human and Vampire leaned against each other, panting and laughing at the same time. Michael had won by some miracle, and Helios had only been three inches behind him. Now, seeing the lighter side of Helios, Michael knew that somehow, there was still a sparkle of youth in those intelligent green eyes, and Michael found himself wishing that Helios had smiled more when they had first met in that circular chamber, rather than smirking. Helios’ handsome face looked at least five thousand years younger when he smiled, and full of life once more. Well… it would look full of life, if said vampire was not breathing so heavily.
“That was a good race.” Helios said with a smile, between breaths of air. “You humans are faster than I originally thought.” He let go of Michael as his breathing steadied itself, and started walking ahead of the human, who quickly stumbled to catch up with the brisk pace of the taller Vampire. Helios was just about to leave the hallway, but Michael called out to him softly.
“Helios, if that is indeed your name… What is it like to be as old as you are? I was just wondering… not meaning to offend you or anything by it.” Michael looked at him, expecting an answer. Helios looked at him and blinked slowly, but the tone he used was not one of happiness.
“Lonely,” was Helios’ answer. “It is very lonely living for this long… You mortals are lucky… you meet people, you keep your friends, they mourn for you when you die… and they reunite with you in death.” He paused, his dark green eyes shimmering in the light. I had to watch many of my friends die because of whom and what I am. I myself was a powerful sorcerer in the past, and a popular one at that, too. However, steadily my interests switched to that of the blade… and now I use magical forces to add to my accuracy, which was good on its own, but it is now deadly due to my magic.” His hands came together, forming a bowl as if he was to scoop up water from a spring. In his open palms, a blue flame suddenly ignited, and then Helios spread his hands apart. It hovered in the air and burned brightly, as if waiting for a command. Helios made motions with his hands as if he were catching or holding a dodge ball, and the fireball grew in size until it was as big as Michael’s head.
Michael could only watch as Helios suddenly took a few steps back, spun gracefully on his left heel, and flung the fireball out a square-cut window with a shout in some strange language, presumably ancient Egyptian. Michael watched the fireball’s progress until it vanished into the distance. Seconds later, there was a brilliant flash of yellow, then white light, and Michael squinted into it to see what happened. There was a pile of ashes in the distance, and those ashes were all that remained of an old and majestic pine tree that had been there only second ago. Michael staggered away from the window quickly, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his moment of fright.
“What in blazes was that?” Michael finally managed to ask, staring at Helios in shock.
“It was a Ray of Light spell… I borrowed Ra’s powers for a moment.” Helios said with a smile. “Don’t worry… I cast a phoenix spell, too. The tree will rise from the ashes and be back to full height in a matter of weeks. I would never kill or harm a defenseless creature or plant just because I have things against them… or just because I have the power to do so.” Helios sighed then, and spoke once more in an ashamed tone of voice. “It seems that humans like to do that to each other… this world is a lot worse off than it was five thousand years ago. I know what they did to you, Michael. I know that and I have felt the same pain myself. People always came to my door at night, trying to end my life because they thought they knew what I was.” A lone crimson droplet ran down Helios’ cheek. “I wish with all my heart and soul that things will change for us Vampires… and… for me.”
“Why do you say this? I know that there must be a reason,” said Michael. Hesitantly he walked over and touched the Vampire’s shoulder, feeling smooth muscles beneath the cool satin robes. Helios’ larger, paler hand came up and rested on top of Michael’s as if it had always belonged there. Both of then shared a meaningful look, and not a word was spoken. However, Michael gasped as he realized what t he silence meant.
“You were attacked…” It was not a question that Michael uttered, but a statement. Helios nodded, and Michael went on. “Humans attacked you.” Another nod came from Helios. “They killed a loved one of yours…” Michael said finally. Another set of crimson tears slid from Helios’s eyes, and the Vampire swallowed hard, nodding a final time. Michael’s face softened, and he enveloped Helios in a warm embrace, comforting the distraught Vampire. There was hesitation, and then Helios melted against him, not sobbing openly, but shaking in silent tears. Both human and Vampire stood together, clinging to each other in a quiet embrace.
“I… don’t know what happened to him, Michael.” Helios admitted finally, his tears no longer flowing. “He told me to run away and not to return to Egypt… I saw him for one fleeting moment, and then he was gone… He was a Vampire as I am… a nightwalker… and as well as we knew each other… I have yet to know his name. Yes, it is odd that he hid his identity, but he was my best friend and the love of my life… I will never forget him, ever… even though he made me into this… creature. I miss him terribly.” Helios sniffed a bit, and Michael hugged him again, causing the Vampire to smile. Finally, Helios looked Michael in the eye, smiling, and said. “Thank you for listening… my friend.”

Helios was a good guide around the castle at night. He could see very well in the dark, and had helped Michael to avoid whacking into the walls. It was now dark in the palace, and most of the diurnal Vampires had already gone to bed. While they walked through the elegant marble halls surrounding the bedchambers, however, they ran into Skye, who was just leaving his own bedroom. Helios gave Michael a final look before leaving his side, and swept down the hall silently. Skye, however, took Michael by the arm, leading him down the corridor to the room with the crimson bedding in it. He gestured lightly at the cleanly made bed, and then smiled a bit.
“You may stay here for the night. I already alerted your guards that I had invited you away on a little break from home. They will by now have sent the kids to visit their mother until you return, so you have no reason to fear that they are in danger of missing a meal, or eating unhealthy foods.” Skye suddenly cringed, remembering the doughnut-flavored blood that he had eaten when he rescued Michael from the courtroom that day. “Believe me…” he said suddenly. “Too much sugar in the blood is bad for humans… and I agree with you on that… but it also tastes horrid to Vampires. I almost threw blood like that up after I ate it.” Skye shuddered, and Michael nodded, knowing that dumping pure sugar into his own mouth was probably just as bad as drinking blood that was thick with the stuff.
“I trust you, Skye. You would not do something without thinking… being as old as you are.” Michael said, thoughtfully scratching his chin. He could feel the beginnings of stubble there, and by tomorrow, he would have to shave if he wanted to look respectable. While looking at Skye’s flawless skin, without a trace of hair along the jaw line or the upper lip, Michael almost wished that he were a Vampire. Apparently, Vampires did not need to shave. Suddenly, Skye, as if reading Michael’s mind, looked horrified. There was a pause, and then it hit Michael hard, Skye really could read thoughts, and he must have heard Michael thinking about wanting to be a Vampire. Michael suddenly cursed in his mind, forgetting that Skye was listening in, and then suddenly burst into laughter as he saw Skye staring at him in an open-mouthed expression of shock.
“Wow… I didn’t know you could curse!” Skye said, incredulous. Michael went a brilliant red, still laughing.
“Well… to be honest, me neither” Michael admitted, laughing, yet still blushing even as the sarcastic and crude little voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop acting so embarrassed in front of Skye. Then a thought occurred to him, and Michael grinned demonically. “Why are you nosing around in my thoughts, anyways? It is not very polite, you know.” At this, Skye choked, and made frantic gestures with his hands as if denying Michael an answer. Come on,” Michael pressed on, “tell me please.” He glared at Skye, showing that he was annoyed.
“W-well, I was trying to find the words to one of your songs… I knew it had to be back there somewhere, so I was digging around and… I-I kind of lost myself in there and had to go back to the beginning, where your thoughts were. I am sorry for snooping. However, I do recall a certain memory where you were wearing tight gold pants in concert. You looked very sexy, Mister Jackson.” At this comment, Skye grinned, and Michael blushed, his thoughts wandering again. Was Skye gay or something?
“Yes, I am gay… Michael.” Skye said, and that was the last straw. Michael glared at Skye, shouting loudly in his head at the Vampire probing his mind to quit fucking around in his head and to ask a question aloud. Skye flinched at the swearing, and the shouting, and closed off the mental link completely, severing the bond. At the same time, there was a sense of emptiness, and Michael must have felt it too, because the man’s shoulders slumped and he entered his room, not even bothering to say goodnight before closing the heavy mahogany door in Skye’s face.

“Shit! I just had to go and screw things up for us.” Skye cursed aloud as he walked into his own room, shutting the silver door to the chambers with a resounding crash that echoed all the way through the palace. He paced the room quietly, before flopping on the fluffy sky blue satin duvet of the bed. He sighed as his cheek rubbed against satin, and closed his eyes, before opening them and rolling onto his back to look up at the pale silver-white canopy above his bed, as well as the posts formed by twisting vines wrought of silver.
Skye’s room was his secret paradise. He had everything he needed right in his personal chambers. A hearth, a couple of chairs formed by vines that had been wrought of silver with sky blue velvet cushions, a love seat of silver in the same style as the chairs, and a table in a similar style as well. A smaller silver door in the room, just off to the side of the entrance, led to his personal bathing chamber, where a massive silver marble bathtub and sink with silver taps awaited his use. He had a silver bell that rested on an end table that sat at the left side of his bed, with which he could call for food. There was also a chamber pot in the corner surrounded by a silver curtain for privacy, and emptied by magic after each use, thanks to Helios. Yes, Skye could live in his chambers if he wanted to, and often, that was exactly what he did. He got off his bed for a moment to strip off his clothes, and then slid, wearing only his skin, between the silver sheets. There was no further sound as the leader of the Silver Star clan fell asleep.

The night passed silently, and when morning came, Michael had slept the whole night through without a single dream to interrupt the peace of slumber. Michael yawned and stretched out his arms and legs, hearing a slight crack as he straightened his posture. He was used to getting old, and had nothing short of an optimistic attitude towards death. A swivel of his neck produced a few more cracks, but by now, Michael was used to this. He had woken to find that there was a red silk robe at the foot of his bed, and loose black silk pants and shirt for walking around casually in. On the floor by the bed, there were two sizes of plushy black slippers, and a note. He bent and picked it up, reading the strong and flowing script on the little slip of paper. The writing was very beautiful, and it left Michael in a state of awe as he beheld the graceful letters.

Hello Michael,

I hope you slept well enough. I bought these clothes for you to walk around in while you are here in the palace. I am sure that you are hungry by now, so I asked Cerus to get you something to eat before I went back to sleep for the day. I hope you do not mind that I left two slipper sizes there. I had absolutely no idea how big or small your feet were! I hope that one of them will fit you. If neither of them fit, come and find me and I will fetch you a pair that fits, even if it is noon hour. I will see you after sunset, my friend.

---Helios Ikari

“That was thoughtful of him,” Michael mused aloud, and he smiled to himself as he slid the clothes on. They were a perfect fit, and finer than any clothing Michael had ever worn for casual purposes. He slid on the second set of slippers, for the first had not fit at all, and left his room, following the wonderful scent of whatever it was that Cerus was cooking. Soon, he came to the kitchens, and walked inside.
The brown-haired chef, Cerus, smiled warmly as Michael entered and gestured at a small oak table. Today his brown hair was in a tight ponytail, in order to keep it out of the food. He was clean-shaven and handsome, with a steady hand as he chopped up green onions for an omelet. He tossed them, as well as some cooked strips of bacon, in to a hanging skillet with eggs, and as the eggs firmed up he added a sharp cheddar cheese into the mix, fluffing everything up and stirring them all together every minute or so. When the eggs came close to perfection, Cerus popped a slice of freshly baked whole wheat bread onto a stick and toasted it lightly over the fire, along with pouring Michael some milk. Soon, the dish was complete, and Michael found himself digging into the meal with enthusiasm.
“That… was delicious… and very healthy too,” was the first thing that Michael said at last as he finished off the meal and laid down this fork and knife. Cerus smiled his thanks and took away the dirty dishes, but not before offering another glass of milk, which Michael politely declined. With the table now clean, Cerus sat by the human and relaxed with his own glass of a thick beverage that appeared to have blood in it. Michael flinched and tried not to watch as Cerus drank it slowly.
“This is blood.” Cerus explained softly. “My apologies for drinking it here in front of you, but I was starving for it and I might have bitten you if I had not. As a younger Vampire… only twenty-two years old, I have little control over my bloodlust state yet… and I cannot eat normal food between feeding on blood. It takes one hundred years for Vampires to gain both of those abilities, though sometimes it can take longer depending on the state of the Vampire’s physical condition. ” Michael nodded. He was grateful for the explanation as he had been about to lose his breakfast at the sight of Cerus’ drink, but he was even more grateful when Cerus turned away and drank the blood in one long gulp to remove it from Michael’s sight.

Michael looked for Skye all over the palace, peering into doors and knocking on others. He asked every Vampire in the castle at the time if Skye was around, and they all said yes but they had no idea where he was. They asked him if the prince had bonded his mind to Michael’s again, but Michael said no and they all shook their heads, rolling their eyes and lifting their arms in a shrug. Fortunately, that large breakfast Michael had eaten was giving him tons of energy, so he found himself jogging down corridors rather than just walking, which added the advantages of speed to his search. Soon, he came to a silver doorway that he had not opened before. He tapped on it lightly, and on receiving no answer, he entered the room, not expecting what he found.
End Chapter Three.
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