Chapter 23. Precious Blood

The young man resumed his torment of the children after sucking the blood of a boy that became retarded. After going through another round of torture, surprisingly nobody had died.

The original group of fifty had dropped to seventeen. Of the fifty children, only seventeen were alive and mentally stable. The vampire was tired, while the children oozed blood from their orifices. A greedy red gleam shone in the vampire's eyes as he looked at the sacks of blood before him. He couldn't do anything more today as he reached his limit but the blood the children were leaking was causing him to lose control.

"Enough, you must not do anymore. Some of them show promise, the others will become the test subjects that we need."

Shawn had blood flowing down all his orifices but paid attention to how the vampires interacted with one another. The vampire removing their tormentor was undoubtably of a higher rank than him. His cape was a silver color while his tormentor had a light red cape; it seemed that the vampire was upper middle aged compared to the youth harming them. Shawn was the only one conscious beside another girl who seemed to be falling into unconsciousness.

Shawn felt weak and could hardly move his body. The older man waved a hand and all of them fell asleep, the pain somewhat more manageable. Shawn couldn't believe it only took a wave of the hand to accomplish such a feat. It brought a small amount of joy to him that his grandpa's stories of wonders were true.

Awakening strapped to a table, Shawn looked around and saw that the other kids were strapped down as well. It wasn't long before a group wearing plague masks appeared and quietly started arranging instruments that seemed to be for extraction.

They were in some kind of dimly lit lab setting. They lied on cold stone tables cut perfectly. There were cylindrical tubes filled with green fluid but nothing else held within.

"Oh, Me's gonna enjoy this. Hehehe.... they smell like feast."

One of the individuals wore no plague mask but arranged the tools with great familiarity. He was hunch backed with drool coming out of his lips occasionally. He wore a cape that was silver in color while wearing black wraps on his body underneath. He didn't look like the other vampires as his face looked like a fusion between a human and an actual bat.

His gray skin looked stretched tight against his face while his ears were pointed sharp.

Shawn did his best to control his breathing and make sure he drew as little attention to himself as possible.

"Ooooooooo, a little pig is wakey bakey."

Nasally laughter followed the comment.

Shawn was horrified as he saw the hunch back limp to him slowly. His breathing becoming erratic when he saw the long needle the man carried.

"Sweet bakey bakey. Hehehehe, don't move. It hurt lots more if you do."

Shawn looked around and saw he was the only one awake right now. The others had the plague doctors waiting next to them quietly. As if they needed them to awaken before doing whatever it was that they were going to do.

The crippled looking vampire took a smaller needle with a vial attached and quickly jammed it into the vein in his arm. This caused Shawn to jolt in pain, the needle sinking even deeper.

Using the other hand, the cripple raised the long needle. With his now free hand, the cripple tapped points around Shawn's chest and that produced immense pain. The areas tapped became discolored while the skin above his heart emitted a soft glow.

"Onezy, Twozy, Two and a-----"

Shawn had his eyes on his chest area and was looking at the needle. When the hunchback started counting, he made the mistake of making eye contact with him. Fear washed over him like a wave as he was the intense gleam in his faded white eyes. Pain rocked him as his head fell back on the table weakly, he felt like he'd been punched in the brain.

The needle jammed right into his chest going into his heart. A smile across the hunchback's nasty face the entire time. Shawn screamed loud enough that some of the others who were asleep awoke. The vial on Shawn's arm was filling up bright red blood, the big needle on the other hand extracted a glimmering drop of blood. Shawn felt so incredibly weak that he lost conscious, he just missed the loud screams resounding from the other kids as they went through the same process.

Awakening once more, Shwan was back at the sick bay from previously. His condition seemingly worse than when he first awoke. The needle wounds had closed but the blood they extracted was the cause for his near-death weakness. His brain felt swollen while his body felt void of health and energy.

"Up already? Explains why you're considered a 'special one'."