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TRANSVAMPORIA THREE: Medusa's Elixir by Bloodspell Moone Introduction: Hi, and welcome to the third installment of the Transvamporia saga, well it will be a saga by the time I am done with it. I will reiterate once again that to appreciate this story, even to fully understand it, I strongly urge you, the reader, to read parts one and two first. Well, without any further ado, lets get into our story and see just what is developing in the world of the vampire Cheyenne. Part One: Judgement It had been close to a year now since I killed Mark Knowell and found out that the vampire council was going to issue orders for both my and Jeannette's deaths. It certainly weighed heavily on my mind, and I guess that I am glad that the bureaucracy of the vampire council was as slow as mortal government. This certainly bought us a lot of time to think and try to figure a way out of this mess that we had gotten ourselves into. Well, I guess it was my fault for breaking the rules, Jeannette was but an innocent bystander in this all. And Rebecca, my maker, was certainly going to enjoy this, however, I knew she would warn us when the execution orders were issued, she wanted to give us a small chance, not for us, but for her own amusement. I have been a source of big amusement for Rebecca for quite some time now. Ever since she turned me, a mortal male named Claude, into this female vampire I now am, she has sat back and has simply marveled at all the trouble I have gotten into. She probably even hopes that I find a way out of this dilemma just so that she will have someone to amuse herself with for years to come. Jeannette, was also at one point a man, though she was a transsexual in her mortal life and welcomed the change I gave her. She was then introduced into this new life as a prisoner of the evil Mark Knowells. He did very nasty thinks to her to create his gender potion that he had hoped to release on the world and spelled the end of civilization as we know it to create a new world of women, a world ruled by him. Well, we stopped him, but Jeannette never really recovered from what he did to her, she has been distant and acting strangely the last year, it has almost been as if she were a different person. The dark gift changed my friend a lot, and I guess in many ways she is a different person. Oh well, now I had to just find a way to save our lives so that hopefully one day I would be able to reach the Jeannette I knew which I was sure was locked in that skull of hers somewhere. My strange dreams continued to haunt me during the days. I still had images of Jeannette trying to kill me and of the girl that looked a little like me. Then, there was also another woman, very beautiful she was, but distant, I felt like I was linked to her in some way. Claude was there as well, he was always there, I guess he represented what I lost, by why was he always trying to kill me too, was it that he was afraid that I was going to forget about him and not try to get him back. I still wanted to be male, but I had to admit that being female was not as bad as it use to be and if I ended up stuck like this forever, I was sure that I could adapt. "Jeannette, I would like to start trying to figure out a way to regain my masculinity," I said to her as she entered our main living area returning from her hunt. "My Cheyenne, you do not like being female, you do make a very lovely woman you know." "Can we please be serious here," I asked her hoping to reach the friend that she use to be. "Okay, I think it is impossible, except if perhaps we could find a way to make you into a mortal again. Then if we could recreate Knowell's gender potion, perhaps we could turn you into a male." I was a little shocked at that idea, where did she get it from. "Jeannette, that might work, but his potion is dangerous, I would not want to recreate it. If it fell into the wrong hands, it could be horrible, especially if it fell into the hands of another Knowell." "You are probably right, so just get use to those tits sweetie," she said as she stormed out of the room. I was a little confused at her remarks, what was going on with Jeannette; it seemed like her behavior kept getting more and more odd as time went by. Could vampires have psychological problems, I was beginning to think so. Perhaps we needed for Jeannette to see a shrink. I had set up an appointment with a Dr. Sexton for the following night; it was amazing how hard it was to find a psychologist that would see us at night. However, when I volunteered to pay her five hundred dollars an hour opposed to the normal fifty dollars she charged, that got us the appointment quite easily. I had to lie a little telling her that Jeannette was allergic to the sun, which I guess is true in a way. Now, all I had to do was to convince her to go; that was going to be fun. However, when I broached the subject with her, she agreed to go without any hesitation. I was surprised, but also rather relieved as I was hoping that a little therapy would get my old friend back. Dr. Sexton's office was rather small, I was shown a seat in the waiting room where I would have to wait while Jeannette and her were going to have their session in her office. That was fine by me, as I would still be able to hear the conversation with my vampire-enhanced hearing. I settled in as the session began. "So Jeannette, what is it that brings you in here today?" "Well Doc, I guess my friend feels that I could use someone to talk to, to perhaps work out a few things." "How do you feel about that?" "Well, I am not the same girl I use to be, I think that Cheyenne should accept that and not push me so hard to be the girl I no longer am." "I see." Was I pushing her too hard, I thought that I was being understanding? "Cheyenne has all these high morals, she is just as much of a monster as I am, but yet she tries to elevate herself above that." "Do you see yourself as a monster?" "Isn't that what I just said Doc, Aren't I paying you to pay attention?" "Yes you are, I heard what you said, I am just curios why you think you are a monster?" "Let me see, should I list the ways. 1. I am a killer. 2. I drink blood. 3. I will probably kill you tonight Doc, I can imagine your blood tastes rather sweet." If I could have seen Dr. sexton's face, I am sure that it would have been etched with fear. What was Jeannette trying to do in there? "You see Doc, look into my eyes, yes, a little deeper. You hate yourself, go ahead pick up that letter opener." I was too my feet and running in to stop Jeannette's madness. "Go ahead plunge it into your stomach, yes just like that." I burst in on them, Dr. Sexton was staring at the letter opener she had just stabbed herself with, a look of pure shock was etched on her face. I looked at Jeannette and saw an expression I would never forget; she was enjoying this. There was something gleeful and sadistic about it. I quickly grabbed Dr. Sexton and snapped her neck. "What the fuck are you doing Jeannette?" "Oh don't get your panties in a wad Cheyenne, I did not like this woman and well, I thought that if I had some fun with her, the evening would not be a total waste. And well you just had to barge in and end all the fun, you really can be a party pooper." Jeannette then just turned and left the office heading off into the night, I only watched her go, realizing that I had a really bad problem on my hands. Then from out of nowhere, Rebecca was standing there before me. "Well, well, it looks like your creation is indeed a wild one. I like her style, but she is reckless and a danger to us all. I will be happy to see her destroyed. However, as for you, I will weep on the day you die." "Rebecca, I take it you are here to inform me of the council's decision." "I am sweetie. They have sentenced both of you to death, I told them that you had no intention of just turning yourself in, and well they dispatched an assassin." "Just one." "His name is Cronthos, he is very good, perhaps the best. From what I hear, he has never failed a mission." "Shit, okay, when will he get here?" "It is too late for him to travel tonight, and unfortunately there is a storm front in and that means that he can travel in the day tomorrow." "The day, how is that possible?" "He is very old, much older than I. The very old ones can travel in the day as long as they avoid direct sunlight. There is even a rumor that he is almost as old as Shahluka, the great Mother. I am afraid that you will probably not live for any longer than 24 hours. I am going to miss you." "I'll bet, if you'll forgive me, I have to find Jeannette and try to figure out our next move." "Good luck sweetie, though I doubt it will do you any good." As I rushed back to our place, I sent out a mental summing to Jeannette hoping that it would reach her. She had also been closing her self off to me mentally since becoming a vampire. When I got there, she was there though, waiting for me. I guess she could receive my mental calls, she just doesn't acknowledge them. "Jeannette, I am still pissed about tonight, but we have a bigger problem at this moment. An assassin has been dispatched to destroy us." "So, we kill him when he shows up," she said so matter of fact like. "No, I don't think so, he is very old, very powerful, we would not have a chance against him, my God he can even go out in the daytime as long as it is cloudy." "Really, if we could capture him and drink his blood, we would both become a lot more powerful." "What!" "We conceivably could get so strong that the council would leave us alone." "Jeannette, I can not believe what you are saying. You have completely lost your mind. I know that Knowell's hurt you a lot, but you are losing perspective with reality so fast that you are getting to be almost as nutty as he was." I regretted saying that almost as soon as it was out of my mouth. "Cheyenne, you have no right to say those things to me, you are very uncaring and certainly not acting like a friend. I feel like just leaving you and never returning, but then we would both be dead. Like it or not, we need each other if we are to survive, and my plan is the only one that seems to offer us a chance. If you have a better plan, tell me. I'll listen. However, if not, then we shall go with my plan." "Okay, I am listening, I guess I don't really have a choice." "Good, this is going to come as a bit of a shock, but over the last year, I have been studying Knowell's work." I gasped, "Well, I do not agree with how he developed his theories and such, but he was brilliant, and I think that we can stop this assassin using his discoveries." "Jeannette, I agree that he is brilliant, but he was also mad, I am sure that a lot of his theories were faulty, tainted with this madness." "His vampire sleep inducing drug certainly worked on you. However, I think that if this vampire can walk in the day, I suspect that he or she would be immune to it." "I would agree, his name is Cronthos." "Cronthos, interesting name. Anyway, so we need something a little larger scale, I think that I have something that just might do it." "Really, what is that?" She continued to surprise me, I didn't realize that Jeannette had that much of a science background. "It is a drug that blocks receptor sites on the undifferentiated lymph chemical that heals and keeps the vampire strong. It will for all purposes prevent him from healing and make him vulnerable to our attack." "You can make a drug like that?" "I already have a prototype of it, I was hoping that if I administered it to you then used the gender change potion on you, that it would make you a male again." I was surprised again and dreadfully confused. I had no idea what was going on here, but if she could do what she claimed, I was going to be free and we would be able to defeat Cronthos. "Okay, it sounds like an excellent plan. I can be male again, yes, I am sorry for doubting you." "That is okay Cheyenne. The sun will be up soon, let us get some sleep and then tonight when we get up, we will have to be ready I imagine we will not have much time to spare." With that, the two of us retired for the day. I was still a little apprehensive about her plan, but it was brilliant, too brilliant I thought as sleep overtook me. The dream returned a little more vivid and urgent than I was use to. Jeannette and Claude were chasing me, trying to kill me as usual. I saw also a man, I think it was Cronthos, he was crying. He would just look at me and burst into tears as though I betrayed him, which was weird since in the real world, he was out to kill me. The girl, who looked like me, smiled at me and told me to take heart and that I would figure out what was happening before it was too late. The other woman far off in the distance looked at me and took notice of me, she said that she would come. Jeannette caught up with me and smiled that new evil smile of hers before swinging her sword in an arc that would decapitate me; I woke. Sunrise was still at least a half an hour away, this was strange, and I usually never woke this early. It would give me time to figure things out, we had to be nuts to go after Cronthos, we should be running, but I guess running was hopeless. Jeannette's plan had better work. I was so close to becoming male again if everything worked as she predicted. I would still be a vampire, but I could live with that. I was actually beginning to look forward to this confrontation. Even so, I could not shake a feeling that I had for a long time. Something was wrong, but what was it, I certainly hoped it was not her plan in that it was doomed to fail. I didn't think so, there was something else happing here, something I could not quite grasp. What was it, was it that Jeannette had lost her marbles and I was putting my life in the hands of a crazy woman. Of course, the law against making another while you are so young, that's it, I was not old enough to realize just what the change would do to her mind. Only a certain type was fit enough mentally to make the transition and Jeannette was not. An older vampire would have known and never had selected her to become the raving lunatic she was headed towards. I only hoped that we could find a way to stabilize her once this was over. I walked out of my room as the sun finally set and sitting in my living room was the man from my dreams. "Cronthos, I presume." "The one and only, you have a nice place here. I am very glad that you are finally up, I want to get this over with fairly soon and then get back to some other pressing business. It seems an Asian Vampire thought it would be funny to turn a goat into a vampire, well needless to say, it is quite a mess." "I can imagine it would be," I said stalling so that Jeannette could get her chance to drug Cronthos. "Where is the other one, I can not detect her?" "Really, I could never detect her also, that is strange that someone as powerful as you can not detect her." "A trained mind can master screening techniques, it is just very unusual for a new vampire to master them. I myself was at least ten years a vampire when I mastered them." That was unusual, and worked to our advantage as I noticed Jeannette creeping up on him, she was only going to get one chance. "Cronthos, may I have a last request before you kill me?" My distraction was working. "What would that?Argh," he said as she plunged the syringe into his flesh and released the contents. He then swung his arm and sent her flying across the room like an unwanted piece of trash. Anger etched his face as he turned on me. "I feel so weird, what did she do to me," he exclaimed. "I think it is called stripping you of all your powers Cronthos." "No that is not possible," he said as I hit him with all I had. He flew across the room and almost landed on top of Jeannette as she quickly scurried out from under him. "Be careful Cheyenne, he still is very strong, we need to wear it out of him before we can proceed." "Okay, lets do it then," I responded. Cronthos picked himself up off of the floor to only receive a kick in the face from Jeannette. I then moved in quickly and sucker punched him. He was able to reach out and snap my wrist; I fell back in pain though it was already beginning to heal. Jeannette then ran a stake through the back of him and out his front, she got it through his heart. He collapsed immobile and Jeannette smiled her wicked grin, the same one from the dream. She then bent down and bit into his neck. I just watched as she started to drain him. That grin, I had seen it before. Wait, that was the same grin that Mark Knowell flashed me before he left me on the rooftop to die. I looked down and saw the syringe; it still had almost half of the drug left; and who was the other half for. My mind screamed out that it was for me, once she drained him dry, I was next. I quickly snatched the syringe and stabbed it into her arm releasing the rest of the drug into her system. I also pulled her away from Cronthos as she hissed at me. She may have had his blood, but she still didn't have his power, as the drug would stop that from happening. "You bitch, you were planning on killing me too," I screamed at her. "Oh, did I forget to mention that part of my plan?" "I don't know how you did it, but you are not Jeannette." "Bingo, give the girl a prize!" "Mark Knowell, I should have known!" "Well yes, that is true. But like I said, everything is going exactly as planned." "Where is Jeannette? Tell me before I kill you for good this time!" "Why she is dead, you killed her with your own bare hands. You see she was in my body, oh, I guess I forgot to mention to you that I have developed a process for swapping bodies too. Oh well, I think I will leave now, I have enough of his blood." I started to run after her, I was going to tear her apart, but how could I kill my friend's body. In my moment of hesitation, Jeannette slipped out of the apartment and started to flee, I was about to give chase. "Please help me, I will help you if you help me," a near dead Cronthos said. I couldn't leave him, if I were to defeat Knowell, I would need Cronthos to help. I bent over him and slit my wrist to give him enough blood to survive on. As I fed him, I heard Knowell's voice echo on the wind. "I am now the vampire Medusa, and so the world shall quake," followed by her laughter. Part Two: Alignments Once the drug started to wear off, Cronthos healed rather rapidly as usual for most vampires, though I think if I had lost as much blood as he had, I would not be so well recovered as he now was. I was also hoping that he remembered what he said about helping me, as I would have felt really betrayed if I had nursed him back to health only to have him destroy me. "I always keep my word Cheyenne, you need to learn how to shield your thoughts as they are very easily read." I blushed, I actually found him attractive, no that couldn't be; I was a man, not a woman. "I guess you are right. Tell me, what are you planning to do about the council's order?" "Cheyenne, stopping Medusa is my first priority, she has my blood, that is going to make her very strong and even more dangerous than she is already. She is also crazy enough to expose our kind and this must not be allowed to happen. Now, under the Extreme emergency act of our council guidelines, I am permitted to suspend your sentence and put it up for retrial at a later date. I am invoking that right under the condition that you help me clean up this mess." "I want to kill Medusa very badly, you can count me in Cronthos." "I thought as much, now tell me of her plans?" "Yeah, I would like to hear them too," said Rebecca as she pranced into the room from out of seemingly thin air. "Rebecca, it has been a very long time since last we met, I take it you are here to team up with us in this urgent manor," Cronthos said with a smile. "Well actually, I would be happy to do so, but only if Cheyenne admits that she needs me and asks me for my help," she replied with a mischievous smile. She had me, she once said I would do what I now had to do. I think that I was almost amused by this, but it hardly scratched the surface of the guilt and pain I felt over Jeannette's fate. "Okay Rebecca, would you please help us? I need you, there I said it, are you happy?" She only smiled. "Now Cheyenne, tell us of Medusa's plan," interjected Cronthos. " Well, as far as I know, he, I mean she planned to use a gender potion that would change all the men in the world into women. She then figured that they would follow her in hopes of earning back their masculinity. She also figured that the women would follow her too in hopes of earning back some of the men just so they could get fucked. I know it sounds inane, but that was her plan. I will also say, that in past dealings with this individual, deception and secret plans have been a common trait of Medusa. I expect the version of her plan that I have is but a very small part of the big picture." "I would agree, I think we can expect the unexpected. Medusa is certainly a genius, anyone who can develop a serum that removes a vampires power is definitely one to be reckoned with," said Cronthos. "I think we have one more thing we can count on." "What is that Cheyenne," asked Rebecca. "Ego, Medusa has a huge ego and as such likes to brag far in advanced of what she is doing. Hopefully if he, no she has an Achilles heel, that is it." "You know how I felt when I had to get use to your gender change," Rebecca said with a wink. "What can we do right now?" I hadn't a clue as to how to proceed at the moment. "Well, I am going to go and check on some things. I would recommend that you and Rebecca make sure that you are up to par on your powers and abilities. You need whatever edge you can get." "Well, if you let me drink your blood, I could become stronger." "Cheyenne, you were never told about the third rule within the council. It is forbidden for a vampire to drink the blood of an elder without the permission of the council in a unanimous vote." "I guess I can understand that," I said with little enthusiasm. With that Cronthos was gone so fast that it appeared that he just blinked out of existence. I was left alone with Rebecca, a woman I hated, not as much though as I hated Medusa. "I have an idea," said Rebecca with a smile. "What is that?" "Well, I would assume that this Medusa probably already has a lair or whatever, and it probably a place we could uncover with a little research. No doubt this place would hold a connection somehow to Knowell." "You just might have something, but what about my training, Cronthos told us to work on that," I replied thinking about how cute Cronthos was. "Training, we can do that later, we should start this immediately, as I am sure that time is of essence here. We do want to stop Medusa before she gets a chance to release that gender potion." " You are right, where do we start?" " The library." The fact that the main branch of the library was closed really didn't concern Rebecca too much. A little monetary reward and we were let in by one of the security guards. He seemed to know Rebecca; that was odd, I had never pegged Rebecca as the reading type. We made it up to the microfilm readers and she gave me a lot of papers and such on microfilm to scan. I also kept a pen and paper nearby just in case I found something that mentioned Knowell in any way, or that seemed like it could be linked to him in any way. The hours slipped by and no luck until I stumbled onto an article on prophetic dreaming. Mark Knowell wrote it. I quickly read the entire article; it was dealing with how psychic energy could trigger action potentials in neurons that could conceivably cause premonitions in the dream state. It was amazing, it didn't give us a clue as to where he was, but it gave me an answer as to how we might just be able to get a little psychic help. "Hey, I am finished here, did you find anything at all?" "Rebecca, I didn't find out where she is, but I think I know how to proceed," I said as she read the article. "You plan to go to a fortune teller," she mocked. "No, I have been having these weird dreams lately, they pretty well spelled out for me what was happing with Jeannette and I failed to see that. I didn't really believe in that sort of thing to be honest. However, I have no doubt now that they were prophetic. Maybe we can use my dreams to predict where medusa is or what her next stage in her plan is." "This is a very good idea Cheyenne, you never cease to amaze me." "I sometimes never cease to amaze myself either," I said thinking about how much I would like to get closer to Cronthos. We left the library and headed back to Rebecca's. On the way, Rebecca taught me a simple method for shielding my thoughts, she figured that she couldn't have me being embarrassed whenever Cronthos was around. Cronthos met us at Rebecca's with a worried look on his face. We all went into one of her large sitting rooms before he broke the news to us. "Medusa has made another. I felt an unauthorized vampire being made, and checking with the council to make sure that it was such, I am afraid that we all agree that only Medusa could have done it. Unfortunately this new vampire is somehow shielded from our collective probe so we still haven't a clue where they are." "Another vampire, why?" Rebecca inquired with a look of bewilderment on her face. "Easy," I said, "she needs lackeys, I expect she will make more, maybe even a small army of them." "An army, yes, that would not surprise me at all," Cronthos said grimly. "Well, maybe we can prevent that from happening once we figure out how to use my dreams." "I am confused and by the way good work on shielding your thoughts, I have yet to pick up a single one." We quickly related to him my idea about the prophetic dreams and how we might be able to get some information from them. "Cheyenne, this is an incredible idea. I have met a few vampires before with the gift of prophecy, but they died way before their time. I think that we could definitely use you gift to help us. If only there were the time to better train you in how to control your mental powers. Though, if Rebecca and I enter your dream with you, we may be able to help you control it and figure out what is going on with the prophetic images." "Well, that might be fine for you Cronthos, but I will be dead to the world once the sun comes up and have no way of getting inside of her dream," said Rebecca. "No problem, she will go to sleep before the sun sets so that you will have a chance to get in." "How am I supposed to fall asleep before the sun sets?" "Very easily, look into my eyes my dear Cheyenne," he caught me in his stare, "you are getting sleepy, very sleepy. The sun must be up, you should be asleep," he commanded. True to his words, I fell into a deep sleep. Darkness, so black but vivid, swirling in its own energies, threatening to take shape, color, form. From out of this void, comes first feeling that something is there, a feeling that perhaps I exist for how else can I perceive that something might be there? Feeling, yes, emotion, I am a creature of emotion living in a sea of nothing. If I live in a sea of nothing, then why do I need emotion? I don't, that is the answer and thus since I have emotion the nothing must have something, color. Colors of all spectrums whirl around me like a breeze that moves in quickly to get intimate and leaves me not quite satisfied, begging for more. The purples are tempting, lulling me into a friendship, but not that close of a friendship. The blues are closer, but yet not as close as the yellows are to me. The greens are like family to me, very comfortable. Then there are the oranges, my parents, security I think. But then comes red, the color of blood, and the color of love. Soon the red overpowers everything and the color becomes liquid, it becomes blood. I swim in the blood, I breathe in the blood, and I drink in the blood. Violently I am thrust out of the blood and onto an island, of black glass, in the middle of this great sea of blood. I am not alone; I turn to see Jeannette as she was before the change. Cronthos and Rebecca take form and appear next to me, I am happy that they are here. Jeannette sits down and starts to cry; I walk over to her to comfort her. "Oh Cheyenne, I was not strong enough, I am so sorry." I want to say that I don't blame her, but I can't talk. Cronthos and Rebecca stay silent just watching I expect they be only here really as observers, which is fine by me. "Knowell made me sick, He gave me my cancer knowing that he could manipulate you into changing me. He had plans to capture my body way back then you know. It is funny, but he has played a bigger game than even you realize. I can not tell you anymore." With that, she dissolved leaving me alone on my island that also started to fade as Cronthos and Rebecca had already done. I found myself in a different setting, the old familiar dreamscape I was use to, the foggy plain where I had seen so much in the past. Cronthos and Rebecca where already there waiting for me. Once again they remained silent trying not to interfere in the natural flow of the dream. The girl that looked a little like me appeared. He smiled at me as well as at Cronthos and Rebecca. "Hello there Cheyenne, I am here to give you another piece of the puzzle. Rebecca you should listen to this, you are also a part of the puzzle." Rebecca was going to reply, but Cronthos motioned for her to not get involved. "Knowell, he blew up the plane that your parents were on, I'll bet you didn't know that." "What!" I was shocked. "Yes it is true. If you think about it, I am sure you can figure out why." "He wanted me to commit suicide on his schedule and not Rebecca's. He wanted the accident with the hormones to happen." "You are smart, I am glad that you are smart." "Who are you?" "Cheyenne, you are not ready to learn who I am, we will meet in the future, or is it the past." She disappeared. Claude and Medusa then came charging out of the mist wielding swords. I was able to drop to the ground quickly to avoid being decapitated and Cronthos and Rebecca moved in and restrained the two. "In the dreamscape you can restrain us, but not in the real world," cackled Medusa. "You killed my parents!" "Yeah, but hey I've got a plan and am not afraid to use it. Just ask Claude here, he is my friend, he will be your downfall that is if you survive long enough to meet him." "Okay, what is your plan Medusa?" "Oh you are the direct one. I can but give you a single piece of the puzzle; those are the rules of these prophetic dreams you know. Let me see, don't bother looking for me, I will in time seek you out. You are a pain and before I release Medusa's elixir on the world, I would like a chance to gloat and kill you." Both her and Claude disappeared as the mysterious woman appeared in the fog. "My dear Cronthos, you know me, I am coming; the chosen one walks. The prophecy, it has begun. My dear Cheyenne, hold on, use your wits, you can win this battle. I will help you if you do my ever-sweet dear child. Rebecca, I charge you with the protection of the Chosen one. When the time comes you will need to lay your life down, do not fret, it is written." With that she disappears, the dream ends and I fall back into a dreamless sleep. I wake up just before sunset, which has become a bit of a tradition for me lately. My dream images are still fresh in my mind, could it be true that Knowell killed my parents? I feel a wave of intense hate flood through me. I was going to kill Medusa; she was living on borrowed time as far as I was concerned. I would just have to be patient and wait for her to seek me out like the dream said she would. If she indeed did, I would be more than ready for the encounter. "Good morning Cheyenne," said Cronthos as I entered the sleeping area, "How did you sleep?" "Not too bad, it was fairly uneventful after the dream. I dreamed that you were there with Rebecca as we had planned. That really was you right?" "Oh yes, indeed. Your dream worries me somewhat, but I will explain that to both you and Rebecca after you have fed. I have feeling that this is going to be a long night." I left Rebecca's house rather quickly as I was getting rather hungry and I wanted to get away from Cronthos as well to try and gain a little bit of perspective. Whenever I was around him, I kept getting thoughts about his body and what it would be like to be with him. I was thinking like a woman, I had to be careful of that or I just may end up killing Claude like I do in some of my dreams. I was still a man, I really had to remember that, and I was going to get my masculinity back somehow. These thoughts wrestled a little more as I found the old bar I use to frequent when I was a mortal. I had no idea why I choose this bar, but this night I had, and I just accepted that and entered a part of my old life. I scanned the bar; it had not really changed that much since the last time I had been here, back in 1975. It was Rusty's birthday, and I was treating him to an after hours celebration. We almost didn't make it here that night due to a three-car pile up, but lucky the victims were in fairly stable condition when they arrived at the ER and we were able to escape. That was a great night, we came here and hit the beer hard, and if I remember correctly, he ended leaving with a ver nice looking blonde. As I thought about how he would now be trying to pick me in my new condition, I spied him sitting in the corner drinking a beer and giving me the once over. I don't know why, but I approached him and when he invited me to sit down, I took him up on his offer. There was no way that I was going to feed on my friend, so why was I here. That was soon answered for me as I heard a scuffle up front and a lot of shouting. About ten men rushed in through the front and only entrance of the bar, they were all well armed with machine guns. "If anybody moves they are dead!" I looked up, and began to calculate how many of them I could take out before the first shot was fired. Maybe half of them I reasoned, but then the mortals that got shot would be on my conscious, and the ones that survive would know of the existence of vampires and that was also a situation that I did not want. I decided to sit tight and let this play out a bit to find a better opportunity for a solution. "Okay, everybody move towards the back of the bar," motioned the head gunman. The remaining customers and the staff moved to the back where Dusty and myself were seated. There were a total of twenty of us. This could be good as I was beginning to think that I could take them out with a greater certainty and maybe just leaving them bewildered without realizing what had happened. However when three vampires entered the bar, the complexity changed completely. Medusa was supposed to seek me out, and it looked like she had along with two of her creations. "My, my, my just who do we have here," Medusa said with a smile on her face. She walked towards the back where Dusty and I were seated. "Medusa, what are you doing here and what is with the armed guard?" "Cheyenne, I am here because you are, it is all part of my plan my dear girl. I knew you were going to be here tonight and have been planning this for weeks." "Bullshit, you are flying by the seat of your pants and I guess threw this last ditch plan together since you were not able to drain me the other night when we went up against Cronthos." "That was unexpected, I will admit that, but does not really alter my plan, I have contingencies for pretty well everything that can happen." "Why did you blow up that plane with my parents on it?" "You know about that, now I am surprised. Please tell me Cheyenne how did you ever manage to piece that one together?" I noticed that Dusty and a few of the other hostages were getting restless. "That is not important, so what are you really doing here?" "I am here for many reasons, I need to test out my elixir for one, I need to recruit a few more soldiers for another, and I am going to kill you for a bonus." "I see, perhaps then the two of us should step outside and see just who ends up dead." She may be stronger than me now, but I had the determination to kill her on my side. "Now Cheyenne, I do not want to kill you before you get a chance to see my elixir in action. Your friend Dusty, he looks like a very good test subject." I could see a look of apprehension on Dusty's face. "Leave Dusty alone Medusa," I said getting ready to attack. "Boys," she hollered, "now!" With that all hell broke loose, the men with the machine guns started to fire, the vampires pounced, and Medusa threw me backwards and grabbed Dusty to move him out of the line of fire. I had to go after the gunmen first; I had no choice, as I am sure Medusa counted on. I moved as fast as I could snapping their necks as I went until they were all dead, though from a quick glance it appeared they shot close to ten of the hostages. The two new vampires were feasting on another pair of the hostages and Medusa was doing something to Dusty, it looked like she was injecting something into him. As far as vampires went, these new ones that Medusa had made were rather ugly, almost surprisingly so. I grabbed the first one and hauled her off of her victim, she hissed at me, but I was stronger and threw her over the bar creating a loud breaking glass sound as bottles broke and glasses went flying. The second one stopped what she was doing and charged me. I was able to sidestep out of her way at the last minute and she ran into the bar splintering the wood. The remaining customers made an attempt to make a run for it, but where unsuccessful as Medusa through a canister among them with some sort of knock out gas in it. The first vampire attacked, there were still pieces of glass embedded in her face. As she leaped through the air, I ducked a little and grabbed her torso to flip her in the air and throw her down onto a table. The table splintered and smashed into various pieces, one such piece was a stake shaped shard that tore through this vampires chest and her heart killing her instantly. "Hold on!" Medusa said to the other vampire that was about to attack me. She stopped and we both looked at Medusa. "I thought we could take a break and check out what is happening to poor Dusty here." She smiled that ever so popular wicked smile of hers. "I assume you injected him with the elixir?" I knew the answer, but needed to talk anyway to buy me a little more time to formulate a way to kill her. "Come over here and see," she said. I walked over there to look down on Dusty's body; he had a look of pure terror etched into his face as his body began to transform. It started with his skin, his body hair just fell out including all the hair on his heat too; he would have looked like KoJack if his skin weren't becoming so smooth. Next, his legs began to shrink, as well as his arms, it looked like even the bones were changing, but where was all the extra mass going. The answer became very clear, as his sebaceous glands began to secrete a very thick pus like substance; the extra mass. As the goo on his body thickened, underneath, I could see his torso conforming to new contours. He was gaining curves where he never had them before. His tummy pulled in at the same time releasing a lot more of this pus, enough that a big gob of it dripped from his body making a loud splat as it hit the floor of the now quiet bar. His breasts grew through the pus straining against his shirt that was drenched in the mucous like pus secretions. I then noticed that new hair began to sprout on his head. I had no idea what color as it too was coated in this goo. The shape of his face also changed and I was certain that his transformation was almost complete. His nose started to bleed at the completion of his changes. "Medusa, that was very gross, couldn't you have developed a less messy drug?" "In vampires, our metabolisms can handle the changing masses and compensate for it. However in humans, the process is not quite so easy and the mass has to go somewhere. Unfortunately, to develop a elixir that works in the opposite direction is a lot harder as it has no extra mass to draw on." Dusty was indeed a mess, but he was completely female and effectively trapped like I was. However, I didn't expect for him to really survive through this night once the fight started. He started to cough up goo and then as his lungs appeared clear, fell asleep. I can imagine that the change was extremely hard on his system. "I guess this is it then, shall we begin my dear Cheyenne, are you ready to die?" "Well, I was thinking that perhaps next week might be more suitable, perhaps after I go to Disneyworld," I joked. "Very funny, but your time is up," with that she shot a dart at me. I was expecting this from her and was able to dodge it just in time, though her vampire lackey was not quite so lucky as the dart embedded in her left thigh. She looked down at it for a minute, groaned and then passed out. I attacked while I hopefully had Medusa at a disadvantage. She tried to ready her dart gun for another shot at me, but I was fast enough to knock it from her hands before she could fire it. The gun flew across the room and broke as it slammed into the wall. In my attack, I was also able to kick out Medusa's feet from underneath of her and she collapsed onto her rump rather heavily. I knew though that with Cronthos' blood in her, I would need to pretty well kill her instantly with an attack of some sort or she would just recover instantly. I also didn't discount any further tricks from her; nothing would surprise me anymore with this girl. "Very slick Cheyenne, but rather ineffective. I will just have to kill you with my bare hands." She jumped to her feet and somehow managed to cover the distance to me and get in a very hard punch that sent me sprawling over the bar into the mirror behind it that shattered from the impact. As I got up, I grabbed a bottle of vodka and threw it at her. She just let it break on herself to show me that she was indeed the tough girl. Good, I had an idea; I was going to let her ego do her in. I started pelting the bottles at her and she just kept walking towards me letting them break as they hit her. Just a little closer I thought as I eyed the lighter on the bar. We were about to see just what fire would do to this bitch. "Throw all the bottles you want Cheyenne, they will not harm me, I am a goddess now, and you are about to feel the full extent of my wraith!" "This is for Jeannette you fucking bitch!" As I yelled my battle cry, I grabbed the lighter, sparked it, thankfully it worked, and thrust it into her tummy as she was getting ready to pummel me. A little flame quickly exploded into a very big firestorm that swept up her body and quickly engulfed a bewildered Medusa. I pushed myself backward away from her, though my left arm was a blaze; I quickly fell to the floor and found a jacket to wrap around my arm with which to extinguish the fire with. I could hear her wailing the whole time and it sounded like she was running frantically trying to put herself out. I pulled myself up and saw that the flames that had engulfed her where spreading through the bar rather quickly. This whole place was going to be going up very quickly. I felt some intense heat on the side of my head to find that my hair was on fire. I used the jacket again to put it out. I had to get out of this bar and fast or I was about to share Medusa's fate. I noticed that the fire was spreading even faster than I had anticipated. My exit was totally ablaze, and I was trapped to die here listening to that inhuman wail coming from Medusa. There was too much fire to even find her anymore and the stench of the human bodies burning was even beginning to bother me. I had to extinguish my right side as it caught fire. I was going to have to try and run through the fire and I was about to when I noticed Rusty. He was still lying there coated in that goo, but not burning. The goo was protecting him, well her now. I leaped across the room to where Dusty was lying and began to rub the goo on his body into what was left of my hair and then over my skin and clothes. I wasn't sure if I had used enough goo, but I had run out of time. I could hear the roof starting to crumble and realized that it was coming down. I scooped up Dusty and ran through the flames out into the night. I kept running all the way back to Rebecca's. Part Three: Calm before the storm As I came running into Rebecca's, Cronthos and Rebecca where already there and both looked up at me in shock. I guess I can understand that, I was burned, had no hair, full of goo, and carrying a girl that was even more full of goo than I was. Yes, to say that they were shocked was an understatement. I had only gone out to feed, and here I returned looking like hell warmed over. "Cheyenne, what happened? I wish I knew something better to ask you, but look at you, and who is that, If you were going to pick up take out, couldn't you have picked up something for us too," asked a perplexed Rebecca? "I feel like hell, this is Dusty, we are not going to kill her, I need to get cleaned up and then I will tell you what happened." "You need blood, I will get you some while you clean up," said Cronthos. I turned away and carried Dusty into a downstairs bathroom. I turned the shower on hot and held Dusty under it as well as myself. The goo started to wash away, though the hot water stung against my burns. By the time we were finished the shower, both of us were naked, as our clothes were write-offs. I carried the naked Dusty into my room and put her into my bed. I grabbed a robe and went out to the main living area to meet with the others. As I walked in, I noticed that Cronthos had a young man sitting at his feet. I didn't need to be told that this young man was for me and I was on him in a second. I drained him very fast; the pleasure was there though it was shadowed by pain from by burns. "You were thirsty, I can imagine that you can use another two or three tonight my dear," said Rebecca. "I am fine for now, I did it, Medusa is dead!" "Dead, are you sure?" "Cronthos, I killed her myself, I am totally sure. She burned in the fire, she is dead." Cronthos frowned and looked over at Rebecca who also had a sad look on her face. "Cheyenne, with my blood in her system, I doubt that she is dead. I can withstand fire; hell, even Rebecca could survive. You are still too young yourself to survive, and from the looks of you, you almost didn't." "You mean, all I may have done is pissed her off," I said feeling a sense of hopelessness. What was I going to have to do to kill her? "No, you probably did hurt her, her burns will take a little bit of time to heal. However, we really are not much further ahead than we were earlier today," Cronthos said. "We know that she has perfected her elixir and that it works. That mortal I brought back was a man earlier tonight. He was also my friend when I use to be a mortal, I don't want to kill him." "He knows of our existence, the rules are clear, he must die," Rebecca said. "Perhaps if we examine her, she may be fit to be one of us," I plead with them. "Cheyenne, you are in trouble enough without causing any more. However, if I feel that Dusty is sane and strong enough to be one of us, I will allow you to bring him across, I will sanction the new childe." "Thank you Cronthos," I replied. "However," piped in Rebecca, "you are not strong enough to be even considering this Cheyenne. If it is to be done, I will do it. If you die when this is all over when you have your new trial, she will need someone still for guidance." "Now, we were supposed to talk about your dream before any of this happened and I suggest we keep to that plan as nothing has really changed. Medusa is still out there, and she will still be making her move. If we are lucky, tonight bought us a little more time to prepare," said Cronthos. "I confronted Medusa on my parents death and it rather shocked her that I knew. I think that maybe it is the past that may provide us with the clues on her and her plan. In the dream, it was pointed out that Rebecca was a part of the puzzle. How? What role does she play in this? What was Mark Knowell's relationship to her?" "Cheyenne, I have never heard of Mark before this. I am completely lost as to how I fit in." "Wait, didn't Mark transfer his consciousness to Jeannette. What if Mark was but just another shell that Medusa inhabited? The link may be there, but not with Mark, but rather with whoever she was before Mark," Cronthos said with a little bit of a twinkle behind his cute gray eyes. "That makes sense, but if that is so, then how do we kill her and keep her from just jumping to a new body. Also, how can we figure out just who she was in the past? She could be older than me for all we know. There was a Medusa in Greek mythology, maybe that was based on her," Rebecca said as both Cronthos and I agreed thinking that this problem may have indeed been quite a bit bigger than any of us had imagined. "She obviously knew about vampires, she must have found out somehow about us. I would think that if anyone crossed your path, a mortal that knew but did not die, we must examine that, that could be the piece," Cronthos said to Rebecca. "I have lived for a thousand years, I just don't think I have a chance of possibly remembering every mortal that I had dealings with. But wait, now that you mention it, there was something unusual that happened to me. I was on the Titanic the night she was sinking; it really was kind of bizarre. I was flying across the Atlantic and well I heard screaming, and when I went to investigate it, there she was, as plain as day, the doomed ship. Well, it was a free lunch to me, so I landed on the ship in plain sight of mortals. There was so much fear in their eyes that they didn't even register me. That was fine with me, I drained three of them and was about to leave when I noticed a woman watching me. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was getting ready to drown, but that she was not afraid. I asked her why and she said that the soul and the body where separate and that her soul would be gone when this body died. I asked her what she meant and she smiled at me and told me that someday I would understand, perhaps before the millenium was finished and then she leaped into the icy Atlantic. I watched her as she fell, she was so composed, and then just before she hit the water, she started to freak out, it was so weird." "That was Medusa alright," I said. "I agree," added Cronthos. "But even that night on the Titanic, I could have sworn that she already knew me," Rebecca said, "this goes farther back, I am certain of it now." "Yes, you are right, but lets look at thinks from a different angle. We are trying to figure out where she came from, but perhaps we should take a minute and try to figure out where she is going to." "How are we supposed to do that Cronthos," I said still trying to keep myself from thinking inappropriate thoughts about him. "That is easy, the rest of your dream, the woman in the fog, she is another key, perhaps to both the past and to the future," said Cronthos. "What makes you think that," inquires Rebecca? "That woman is Shahluka," was his simple response. "Hold on, you mean Shahluka, the vampire rumored to be the oldest, maybe even the first, mother to us all," I asked. "Yes, it is her, the Mother is returning. The prophecies, only they would bring her back, they must have begun." "What prophecies?" Both Rebecca and I said at the same time. "I guess then it is time that I tell you about the beginning. Very few know of what I am about to speak on. I tell you both only because it is necessary. It is not to be repeated to anyone else unless absolutely necessary. A lot of our origins have been shrouded in mystery for a good reason. I am one of the few who knows a good portion of the story, only Shahluka knows it all." He paused, looking both of us over for a minute and then took quite a few deep breaths before continuing. "It was the height of the Age of Atlantis when vampires first appeared on this planet. Shahluka as you know was called the Mother of all vampires and that is for good reason, not only was she the first vampire; she actually created vampirism in her lab. Shahluka was a scientist, a very respected scientist of those days. She had made many discoveries along the way including, discovery of abnormal activity in the plate tectonics that predicted Atlantis was going to be swallowed by the Earth. She thought it was going to be so dramatic that there would not even be a trace of that great continent after the disaster. No one would believe it could happen and as such did not prepare. Shahluka was prepared to leave as well as some others like the Inca's of the Lower House." "Like the Mexican's?" "Yes, I think they went to Mexico Cheyenne. Anyway, another of Shahluka's discoveries was a compound that would heal any wound. She wanted to do animal trials on her discovery, but the disaster she predicted began, frantically in her attempt to escape, she accidentally was exposed to her new compound. Even so, she was able to escape with her son to Europe where she planned to start a new life. Things did not go as she had planned and soon discovered that she was different, her compound had changed her. She could no longer go out in the daylight and she craved human blood, in fact she needed it to live. She was a vampire, the first, the Mother to us all." "What about her son?" Rebecca asked totally enthralled in his story. "Well, she almost killed him for his blood, but luckily there were many savages around to feed on. One of these savages was a great prophet. He knew of Shahluka as he had seen her in his visions. He sought to find her and did indeed do just that. He was almost another victim, only the fact that he knew her name saved his life. She became interested in him and his powers. He never disappointed her in his predictions. They always came true to his word, and she loved him for this. He then began to have a very intense set of visions that had to be recorded, Shahluka introduced him to paper and pen, devices unheard of, but yet common in Atlantis. This old seer, in case you are wondering, had no name; he was merely called the old one. He filled a book with his prophecies, and this book was given to Shahluka who appointed herself the keeper of The Truth. She called this book The Truth, and swore to never reveal it in its entirety until the Chosen One was ready for the final war, for Armageddon." "The end of the world?" I asked in astonishment. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean. There is more though. I have had the honor of seeing some of the prophecies. I have never forgotten them because they refer to her, to the great Mother, to my mother. You see, I was that little boy she escaped with, I grew up and eventually she made me into a vampire. I was of the First Brood, and as far as I know, the only remaining vampire left from the First Brood. Medusa is now as powerful as a vampire of the Second Brood. Anyway, the prophecies said many things about my mother and the time before us. One such thing it said that is relevant here is: 'The end will come after the Great Mother repels the Trickster in a dire moment.' That makes me think that suppose that medusa is the Trickster and if that is the case, just suppose that all of this is but a game to draw out Shahluka so that Medusa can steal her body." "That is too scary to even think of," says a paler than normal Rebecca. "Let me get this straight," I say, "you think that we may all be but pawns in a game between Medusa and Shahluka with the total destruction of the planet hanging in the balance." "Yes, I am afraid so. However, there is one more player; the Chosen One." "Who is the Chosen One, how will we recognize him or her?" Rebecca asks knowing that the answer would not really reveal that piece of the puzzle yet. "We do not know, only when the time is right will the Chosen One be revealed. However, the Chosen One will have protectors. There is to be four or five of them, the prophecies were unclear on the exact numbers. Only Shahluka will appoint them, and you Rebecca are the first of them as she selected you in the dream last night. You will only remain with us until the Chosen One is revealed, and then you will go to this person and protect them, giving your life for them. It is your destiny." "Okay, what is my role, why am I having these dreams?" "Cheyenne, I have not a clue as to your role. I have turned over possibilities, but must keep them to myself until I am sure." "Maybe she is the Chosen One," said Rebecca with a small smile flashed to me. "No, I do not think so, but I do believe that she is somehow tied to the Chosen One. We will find out soon enough once Shahluka comes." Cronthos stopped there, and stretched for a bit. It was obvious that we were finished for the night, and then a scream erupted from my bedroom. "I think Sleeping Beauty has just woken," chirped in Rebecca. She was right, Dusty was awake and no doubt just discovered that he was no longer the man he once was. I got up and headed into my bedroom to deal with this, I noticed as I went that Cronthos was heading out and that Rebecca was following me, no doubt to be amused. "This isn't me?this isn't me?this isn't me?this isn't me?" said a distraught Dusty over and over again like it was a mantra that would break him free from his predicament. "Dusty, it is alright, I am here to try and help you understand what has happened to you." He looked up at me, "you are the woman from the bar, how did you do this to me?" "It is a long story, and I assure you that I did not do this to you, do you remember the woman that entered the bar after the gunmen?" "Yes, everything is so confusing. I am not supposed to have these," he said as he grasped his breasts and hefted them up for effect. "I know how you feel, you will get use to them though, I have." It was true; I had gotten use to being a woman. I still longed to be male again, but I no longer saw my body as odd. "You know, you were a man like me?" "Oh yeah, its me Claude." He showed no more extra shock as I had expected. "So that is how you hid from the police, a clever disguise. Who is she?" "She is the woman who framed me for those murders, and also the woman who made me this way, unintentionally though. Well, she did plan on turning me into a vampire, so that part was intentional." "Did you say vampire?" "Oh yeah, I did indeed say vampire, we have a lot to talk about." I spent the next hour briefing Rusty on all that had happened excluding though the prophecy and origin information as Cronthos insisted. He actually took it quite well, which surprised me a little. Rusty was very adaptable, that is what had made him such a great emergency room doctor. "So, as far as you know, I am stuck as a girl for possibly the rest of my life?" "Yes, that seems to be the case. I use to and I guess I still hold out hope that I will regain my masculinity someday, but after all this time, I am beginning to lose hope." He looked at that statement and then he shocked the pants off of me. "Well, being a girl won't be that bad, I am still human, well until you make me like you are into a vampire." "Dusty, how did you know that I wanted to make you into a vampire?" "Think about it, vampires really exist and most likely do not want that existence known to humans. Well I am a human, either you are going to kill me to protect your secret, or make me one of you. Now since I am still alive and you told me all that you had, I am assuming that the later is true." Rebecca spoke for the first time, "you are correct Dusty, we plan to do just that. You are strong enough mentally to make a great vampire. I will bring you across myself if you are ready." "I suppose I am. Let's do it now and get it over with," Dusty said while baring her neck. Rebecca moved in and bite Dusty's neck, I heard and smelt the blood begin to flow. I almost wanted to join in as I was still very hungry and still in pain from my burns that did heal a little. I even felt a little bit of stubble on some of the burned portions of my head. Soon Rebecca stopped taking blood and was feeding her blood from her wrist. I left the room at that point to let her finish. Cronthos was already back, and he had a mug of blood in his hand. "Here drink this Cheyenne, it will help your burns." I took the mug and drank, it was very good blood, it seemed to be charged with energy and I very quickly began to feel my pain disappear. "I feel better already, that was not normal blood was it?" "It was human blood, but I added a single drop of my own blood to accelerate your healing. It will not really make you any more powerful, perhaps it might make you as powerful as you would be naturally in another year. It certainly was not enough to require the council's permission." "Thank you," I said as I reached for him and gave him a little hug. He pulled me a little closer and planted a kiss on my lips, not too long, but very sweet. I had butterflies in my tummy. I was a little confused, but that passed as did the moment and we were just there again as usual. Rebecca came out of my room and gestured at the door. "Introducing for the first time, I proudly present my new childe; the vampire Dustia!" Dustia walked out slowly from the room, she truly was beautiful with her flowing locks of blonde hair and her perfect body, and an amazing poise that made me almost forget that she had ever been a man. It was getting close to sunrise again, so we all began preparations to sleep, including Cronthos as the weather was calling for a perfectly clear day and he was not going to be able to be up roaming about without adequate cloud cover. It wasn't long before we were all in our respective beds; Rebecca gave Dustia a room of her own. I must have fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I was once again roaming my dreamscape and on the field of fog where so much always happened. There was something different here this time though. The normal chaos was gone there was a calm to things. I knew that Medusa and Claude would not be assaulting me tonight. Maybe Medusa really was dead; maybe Cronthos was wrong. No, she was still alive; I could feel it. And then out of the mist came the girl that sort of looks like me. "Hello," she said. "Hi, who are you? Why is everything so calm?" "A lot is going to happen Cheyenne. I will tell you only what I will, sometimes the future is best left unknown. As to who I am, I am the last as Shahluka was the first. After me, our bloodline dies, The children of Cronthos are no more, the end comes. I will escape though and seek