The Mark

Chapter 1...

Kenny Morvin sat in a brightly lit area of the club sipping a soda he had bought from a vending machine. Kenny was a young boy of 15 yeas old. His hair was kept medium length, reaching to the middle of his neck and to just above his eyes, he was a natural blond as well with the shade resembling straw almost. His eyes were a mixture of blue and green color and he had light tan skin and a lean, almost feminine build to him. He was wearing a set of torn blue jeans which had the cuffs around the ankles torn away and several holes on the knee areas, as well as wearing a black T shirt with a blue jean hoody worn over it.

The inside of the hoody had a gray fleece lining which the hood was made from and he wore it up, despite the rather warm temperature in order to hide his greatest fear. Kenny had been marked from the very day that he was born to eventually become a blood sucking member of the undead, a vampire.

At first, Kenny thought the mark was just something like a birth mark, but as he got older, it looked more like a tattoo but how anyone could or would give a tattoo to a newborn baby without killing it was unexplained. It didn’t even look like anything coherent, just some strange markings that formed a V inside of a double circle placed on the back of his neck.

But when he reached the age of 10, the mark began to take effect when his parents told him that in order to save themselves from death before he was born, they would have to sacrifice their first born child to a vampire and it was this vampire who had placed the mark upon him when disguised as a doctor at the hospital.

Kenny was shocked that his parents would say such things about him and thought it was just a lie made by poorly abusive parents who before had treated him so kindly, but shortly after he found out about the mark had he been running into the strangest of people. Strange kids from gangs had been watching him from the alley ways as he passed by while the rest of the gang continued doing what they normally did, some people working in shops gave him a strange look when he went out to eat or buy something. Even two of his teachers acted in this way.

Kenny finally began to get the suspicion that his mark was indeed real and so he fled his home on his 11th birth day and has been running around the state for the past 5 years, camping out on city busses whenever he can or sometimes just riding them all over town without actually choosing as a stop. When he finally found a buss driver who gave him the same look, he stopped doing that and began to sneak into clubs. At first, it was hard getting past the bouncers and the ID requirement, but eventually his skills got good enough to sneak past by going around the building and prying open a window or some other method.

Now as he sat in this brightly lit area among the dancers and alcoholics, he felt a hand placed upon his shoulder and that caused him to look up to see who it was. A young girl nearly two years younger than him looked at him in the eyes. She was shorter than him by about two inches despite the fact he was sitting and she was standing. She had black hair reaching to her shoulders and braided into one long ponytail. She had bright blue eyes and a dark tan skin color that seemed a slightly, although not really noticeable shade of gray or white. She was wearing a pink skirt and tank top. The skirt ended just above the knee while the tank top showed off her small breasts through the clothing, he also noticed that she was wearing blue and white tennis shoes.

“The master wishes to speak to you… Kenny Morvin” she said. Kenny went wide eyed and tried to push her away but her grip tightened on his shoulder to become so strong that, he immediately stopped to not accidentally result in breaking his shoulder.

“Do not try to resist, nobody has seen you since you entered the club, I used a simple hypnosis ability to make us appear invisible. To anyone else, this table won’t even be here.” said the girl in a calm yet commanding voice. Kenny was scared now and he shouted for help but nobody, not even those who were a few feet away from them even so much as turned to look at him.

The girl gave only a simple jerk and instantly Kenny found himself hoisted out of his chair and onto his feet as she pushed him along with her, keeping her incredible grip on him the whole time, every time he even so much as made an attempt to escape, she would tighten so hard that he fell to his knees before continuing to follow her. They headed to the doorway of the club entrance where the ticket seller was posted, those attempting to enter had to pay the ticket seller money for a 1 week pass into the club. It was this weekly membership that brought the club business as the fee was quite large, being around $200 a ticket, but upon buying one, your first two drinks of the night were free of charge which brought in a lot of alcoholics.

Suddenly though, instead of leaving the club, they turned to the doorway into the actual ticket seller booth who opened the door to allow them in, the girl quickly sneaked Kenny inside as the ticket seller closed and locked the door behind them. Kenny saw that there was another door set into the wall which the girl opened to reveal two sets of stairs. One leading up to what Kenny knew was the DJ room who had control over the club’s lighting effects as well as music being played. Then there were stairs leading down underground which the girl began to lead him forward.

After heading down the stairs, the girl finally released him from her grasp as they headed down the steps, Kenny was surprised to see the stairs spiraled downwards, apparently quite deep underground.

“Master is not very pleased about you fleeing young, Kenny. In his fury, he killed your parents to whom your life was to be traded for.” said the girl which made Kenny flinch just slightly, although they were his parents and had treated him so kindly for most of his life, he had long since shaken off a good portion of the love he originally had for them.

“Although the deal has been cut and your life is no longer required as a sacrifice, the mark upon your body still holds true. Know that if it were not master then you would still have a 100% chance of running into another vampire in your life.” said the girl “The mark is one of the most ancient of runes that can directly alter fate, you can not escape us.” she added as they continued on.

“Please, I don’t want to die….” said Kenny with a sniffle as they were nearing the end of the spiral, the girl having walked behind him the whole way to ensure he didn’t run back up.

“Die? Is that what they told you?” asked the girl looking at him as he turned to see her surprised face.

“I’m a sacrifice, right?” asked Kenny as slight tears built up. The girl smirked and then burst out into laughter as they reached the door at the bottom, she simply opened the wooden door and tossed him through the doorway before shutting and locking the door behind him, he could still hear her laughter from the other side but it slowly faded into giggling as he looked around.

Kenny was both amazed and horrified at what he saw. The room he had been tossed into as he stood up and looked around was lit up with red lights, and at the moment, he really wished it hadn’t been. For one, colored light bulbs actually gave off a much darker amount of light than normal lights, and two…. The room was filled with corpses handing by their necks from their own intestines.

Kenny shrieked at the sight and began to pound on the door but to no avail, it seemed the girl had already headed back upstairs and the door itself was reinforced despite being made of wood. His pounding didn’t even make it budge. A voice called out to him from what apparently was the back of the room, past the hanging corpses. It sounded like a very heavy breathing and grunting at the same time, like some kind of animal. Finally, a very raspy call came out to him.

“Please stop that noise, it is disrupting my lunch.” it said. Suddenly, the corpses began to sway as Kenny saw a figure emerge from them, he nearly pissed his pants in that instant. A young boy about a year older than Kenny was holding a human head in his left hand and scooping brains out of the skull with his right hand as he ate them like a bag of M&M’s. Although he looked like a boy, his teeth were horrendously sharp, sharper than anything Kenny had ever seen before, his finger nails also seemed to be claws instead of actual finger nails and each claw was an inch long and filed to a fine point.

The lighting in the room made it almost impossible to tell his real colors but his hair appeared to be dark and reached down to the middle of his pack. Kenny noticed his body was naked which revealed the same claw like appearance for his toes and the fact that his body was quite muscular for a 16 year old, almost like that of a street fighter or light weight body builder.


Even though he was naked, the boy appeared to have no gender at all, when Kenny glanced at the boy’s crotch, it was completely smooth, having no gender and yet the figure in front of him was obviously male by it’s looks and voice.

“Master wishes to speak to you, just head on through the bodies but don’t mess them up, I have to dry those later on.” said the boy as Kenny watched him point to the back of the room. Kenny shakily took a step forward. If that girl with the unbelievable strength, as well as this… demonic boy….were referring to this person as their master, Kenny had lost any doubt that he was in fact going to die in the next few minutes.

He pushed into the bodies which swayed out of the way, the stench being repulsive and blood smearing onto his clothing as he continued to push past. He looked back to see the demonic boy following him through the bodies as they arrived on the other side to see yet another door. Along with the door, was a small path over to the left which revealed a coffin propped against the wall. Next to the coffin was a boy just as old as Kenny himself who was being supported in the air by his wrists, tied to some rope. He was being held over a bon fire bit that had yet to be lit, being supported over the dry logs kept contained within a circle of rocks.

“I’d rather not have him screaming for hours on end before I cook my lunch.” said the demon boy as Kenny looked at the naked boy hanging over the wood.

The demon like boy opened the door and Kenny stepped through, delighted to see that this room wasn’t filled with mutilated corpses but still scared out of his mind anyways. This room seemed to be rather well kept, almost like that of a rich businessman’s office. The floors were made of white marble, tall white marble pillars holding the roof up which to Kenny’s great surprise was nearly 30 feet tall, apparently they were very deep underground to be like this. Lanterns lit the room as clear as a light bulb revealing to Kenny that at the end of the long hall way like room was a rather magnificent throne. It looked to be made out of silver but had gold lining it, sitting in the throne however was someone Kenny instantly was filled with fear upon seeing, even though he had no idea who this person was.

The person looked to be a boy who was about in his late teens, probably close to turning old enough to drink alcohol. He sat slanted in the chair lazily while wearing a rather demonic looking set of armor which masked his physical build. The armor was made of red metal with black leather mixed into it, spikes stuck out along the shoulders, shins, and forearms of the armor while he wore an open faced knight’s helmet of the same red metal. Next to his throne, he held a fearsome looking blast sword with a jagged blade that looked as though it had been beaten to a pulp during forging. Rather than a straight blade, it appeared as though a stab from it was meant to cause as much pain and suffering as possible instead of a quick kill.

“Welcome, Kenny Morvin…” said the boy in a rather lazy voice as he sat up in his throne and removed his helmet. “Welcome to your inevitable fate.” he added.

Kenny was shaking with fear now, but it was much better than heading back to that previous room as he stepped forward, approaching the much older boy cautiously.

“There is no need to be careful, that mark on your back has already sealed it.” said the older boy as he raised one of his armored hands, fingers pointing to Kenny, then to Kenny’s surprise, he seemed to lift off the ground just a few centimeters and glide over to the boy at the end of the hall way, stopping just when he was within arm’s reach and landing back on the ground.

Being this close up, Kenny could see the boy’s face now. His skin was quite pale, practically the color of ash, his eyes were a blood red rather than white while having a yellow iris color and slit shaped pupils, he had sharp facial features usually found only on movie stars.

“Jessica has informed me that you believe your mark means you are to be killed to appease me…” said the boy standing up, keeping his sword in one hand but now having it sheathed on his back. He placed his other hand on Kenny’s left shoulder as he towered over Kenny by a good foot in height, the armor making him appear quite muscular.

“You-you mean I’m not?” asked Kenny with fear in his voice. The other boy chuckled as he now placed both hands on Kenny’s shoulders.

“If you had been a normal human, I would have had Jagger outside kill you the moment you entered his room. But sadly, that mark on the back of your next denies him that privilege and even I, the master of nearly half the city am unable to stop it even if I wanted too.” said the boy as he let go of Kenny.

Kenny looked at him confused, he had been fleeing all over the state for nearly 5 years, gotten his parents killed, lived in fear since he was 10 and all of it because he thought they wanted to kill him, now he found out that they didn’t. He was angry, but he knew they did in fact want something and he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that it wasn’t going to be something important to have set all this up.

“That mark on your neck, dear Kenny, is one of the oldest possible spells in existence, a rune designed to alter one’s destiny in this world to however the creator of the mark desires. With the mark, it is possible for a person to make themselves the ruler of the entire world, but the problem is that it must be performed the very day the person is born or else their destiny will already be decided.” said the boy.

“What does my mark mean?” asked Kenny looking at the ashen boy. If they had placed such a powerful mark on him, what could they possibly want him for…

“I marked you with it to alter your fate. I am the last of 4 living beings in the entire world who know the secret spell and ritual required for making that mark without killing the baby in the process. That mark makes you destined to become like us, a vampire.” said the boy “Whether or not I carry out the destiny assigned for you matters not, even if you fled to the space station over earth, a vampire would eventually find and turn you, the mark is binding by your very life line. You can not escape it.” he added.

The boy pulled Kenny close who was now surprised and slightly scared rather than being filled with terror that he was a moment ago.

“Tonight, we shall turn you into a vampire and then fulfill your destiny. As for what happens to you after that, will be your own fault. I shall do my best to train you in our ways, I am not cruel and don’t intend to sick you out onto the world as a ravenous lunatic.” said the boy as he leaned into Kenny’s face and smiled.

“Sleep… the ceremony shall be prepared in a few moments.” said the boy as Kenny suddenly felt very tired and then collapsed onto the floor, quickly caught by the older boy.

“Jessica!” shouted the boy and suddenly, from out of nowhere, the girl from before appeared in front of the throne with a rush of air around her as if she had run into the room.

“Take Kenny here to the ceremonial turning room. He is to become one of us within the next two hours. Once you have done with that, inform the others of the ceremony.” said the boy.

“At once lord Jerek….” said Jessica with a bow as she picked up Kenny easily with one hand and held him over her shoulder before dashing off with another gust of wind that made her seem to vanish into thin air.


The boy now known as Jerek sat back in his throne and waited before finally speaking into the air “Jagger, hurry and finish your lunch, we have a ceremony of turning in two hours.” he said.

There was no response but the boy nodded as if receiving something of a reply unheard by all but him.