Ch. 9

Possession

AN: OMG I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE FOR FOREVER. SCHOOL BECAME AND 24 HOUR THING AND LIFE BECAME A BITCH BUT NOW I'M BACK AND I HOPE AND I CAN STAY. THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED YOU MAKE MY DAY AND I LOVE GETTING EMAILS IN THE MIDDLE OF ENGLISH CLASS SAYING THAT SOMEONE LIKED MY STORY. MASSIVE RUN ON BUT WHATEVS. I DON'T OWN THE LOST BOYS. MEH. OK THANKS.

Alan's eyes opened suddenly as a sharp scream rang through his skull. It filled his head to the brim with emotions, causing him to feel anger, pain, and fear radiated through his entire being. Bolting up from the futon he had been laying on, he wiped the cold sweat off of his forehead. There was no one in sight. He must have dreamed the scream.

He gave his eyes a second to focus, then looked around that room he was in. He was surprised to find himself in a brightly lit room with comfortable furnishing modern furnishings. It made him feel like he was in an office. He stood up on rickety legs and stretched, dully noting the fact that someone had put his arm in a proper cast. He began pacing the room, trying to get the blood flow back into his legs. He had just rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture he did every time after waking up, when he felt the lump. Fear rose in his chest. Have I been bitten? he thought, trembling at the prospect of being one of them. He took a moment to evaluate himself. He felt fine, a little drowsy, but overall clear headed. His skin was still flushed with pink and his veins looked normal and healthy through his good arm. He didn't believe he was having any hallucinations, chalking up that terrifying scream to a violent dream.

He took a deep breath and tried to figure out a way to escape. There was a plain frosted glass door on the opposite side of the room, but he could make out the distorted figure of someone in black on the other side. He saw an air duct up high in the corner of the room, but highly doubted that he could get himself up there with one arm. Misery began to fill his body. He needed to find Edgar before he did something stupid.

With a heavy heart, Alan sat back down on the beige futon he had woken up on. The frosted glass door suddenly flew open, revealing Ras in a silk house robe. He smiled warmly before strolling up to futon and taking a seat next Alan. The boy instinctively stiffened, his had automatically searching for the stake he always kept tucked in the back of his pants. It was gone. Cursing inwardly, Alan turned to Ras.

"Have some sense my boy. Certainly you cannot expect me to allow your little toy when it could cause so much harm to my sons. It's alright though, you will get it back when you leave." He laid a cool hand on Alan's bare arm. Alan suddenly felt a shock of electricity pass though his body, his blood turning to ice in a matter a seconds. His vision sharpened and he immediately felt better, stronger even. Whatever Ras's touch brought, it was something that he wouldn't mind having in the future.

"I see you've felt the magic of my touch," Ras murmured, retracting his hand from Alan's arm. The boy's euphoria wore off almost instantly, leaving him feeling sick and drained. Despite the physical feeling, he still hungered for the effects of Ras's touch. He had felt himself adapting and becoming a stronger fighter, and he loved it. Dazed, he turned back to Ras, a sloppy smile on his face. Ras smiled back, looking rejuvenated and fresh. "Good my boy good. By the way, I'm sorry that we had to inject a little something into you while you were asleep. It's just to help my boys and me to locate something of ours that was stolen." Alan felt a terrible loss at Ras's words, like he himself had had something hugely important snatched away from him. Ras's smile faded, showing an extreme loss. "You see, I have a gift. I can make people feel wonderful, make them feel…perfect. It's a lovely gift, something that I use to help people in need. Mostly to help the newly turned vampire feel human again. I make people better." Alan hung on to his every word, completely entranced. Ras smiled again, malice creeping onto his face for no more than half a second, before returning to the pleasant smile he normally wore. "Four people, two boys two and two girls, have stolen part of this gift from me. I used to be able to heal and fix more people at a time. I used to be a god, but now alas, I am only cucubuth. A filthy half wolf half vampire mix that should be eradicated. I need to get my gift back so I can be more than a cucubuth. Please, I know you can help me." Ras returned his hand to Alan's arm. Alan felt that wonderful strength pass through his body, enveloping him with all the love and warmth he had missed out on as a child. He was completely won over. He would do anything to help Ras, anything to feel what the cucubuth's touch made him feel. It was a drug, and Alan was addicted.