by Arantes
About me
Every author feels like they have to write a small part of their lives in their books, it’s pretty orthodox, well not me…. Ok I’m just joking around. I have a few minutes so I’ll tell you a small fragment of my crazy life. It all started when I was on Mars. Again I’m joking of course. I know this is unprofessional and that’s why I’m going to stop and get serious. There’s really nothing to tell really. My name is Jephte, its French so don’t mind it, its pronounce Jeffte, like you saying Dante but with Jeff instead of Dan. Blame my father for it, don’t ask me. I grew up in Haiti and moved to Connecticut when I was twelve; speak no English, none so ever. I know right, imagine what I had to go through trying to make friends or talk to girls. If I had to write a book about my life, which I hope I can one day, you would think my life was a work of fiction. Anyway, I’ve always had a liking for telling stories since I was a child in Haiti, and it continued throughout living to the U.S. I didn’t really get serious about it until I left high school. I was in an uproar on what to do with my life and that’s when the thought came to me, write a book. Long story short, it took me five years to actually finish this to where I want it to be. Now that it’s finally done I thought I would share it with the world, or the universe, whichever. Hey you never know, a hundred years from now we’ll live on Mars and my book will be read from a different planet… Ok, this was longer than I thought and I’m done.... Cool.
People that tolerate me. Well, God is the first one. My parents: I don’t know how they put up with me. My four little sisters that I love very much: Rebecca, Naphtali, Charlene, and Jose. My godfather who I love, Tiano, thank you. My three good friends, Darnel, Nicole and Marjorie. Thank you Shannon, thank you. Love you guys. All my friends back home in Haiti, in Connecticut, and everyone else who helped through this journey we call life. Thank you everyone who helped me along the way. Oh by the way, I’m not a writer; I’m just a guy with a story.
Kings of Awakening
Vampires & Purebloods
Written by .Arantes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Prologue
The man grabbed her quickly and tightly. His grip was firm around her neck, Sonia chocked for air. Her feet were dangling from the ground, she struggled to break free, but her mind would not permit her to do so. Her body was paralyzed; she felt a dread like one she’d never felt before.
“Do you know who I am?” asked the man holding her neck. His hollow voice whispered raspy and evil “My name is Aleister.”
Her very soul felt as if it left her body. The fire emitting from her hand was fading away; she couldn’t see his face very clearly.
Chapter 1
The Awakening
As Albedo rested his head on the desk for a quick nap, it was clear that the teacher’s lesson was beginning to bore him. Listening to her teaching was torment; it was something about the way she taught that was tedious. Her dull voice no longer echoed in his ears as he slowly drifted to sleep. It wasn’t out of disrespect that he slept on her lessons. They were just not euphoric enough to capture his attention. It’s was the way she paused for five seconds between
sentences. Even the words coming out of her mouth wanted to drop dead.
Once Albedo was fast asleep, the dream came to him like it always does. He could see a man walking. There was something unorthodox about this man that brought a familiar feeling to him. It was as if he met this man before. His presence felt close, as if this man knew Albedo was watching him. Albedo stared into his eyes, and saw that the right one was red and the left was blue. His long white hair touched his back. Of course a man with blue and red eyes was not abnormal in the world Albedo lived in. Nacune was the world of Vampires and humans.
The strange wore no smile on his face; only an angry look that would give any man fears.
Behind the man with the blue and red eye was a small town, one Albedo had never seen before. He could see flames rising from it, and he knew the town was burning. The screams of innocent men and women echoed in Albedo’s ear as if he was there in person. They agonized and taunted him. The man with the blue and red eye had the power to stop it and to save innocent lives, but for some reason he chose not to. Now he was getting further away from the town, ignoring their screams. Out of anger and frustration Albedo shouted, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go to them!”
Albedo was startled out of his sleep by the teacher’s voice, only to find her a few feet away.
“Wake up or I’ll let your father know exactly what you do all day,” Mrs. Marty said. She was a stick-thin woman, frail even. Her cheeks were puckered hollow.
He woke up with a bitter taste in his mouth. He wiped the drool off his chin as the other students stared at him. The stares did not bother him. It was the dream that perplexed him. He looked at his hands and realized they were shaking. I know this was only a dream, but it felt so real, like always.
The classroom had thirty students; five rows and six aisles. Albedo sat on the right side of the second row. To the right of the class was a big window where he had the perfect view of the moon. It was still early dawn. The candles had been lit and flickering all morning. The sun always took its time before showing itself.
Albedo took a moment to get himself together and looked at Mrs. Marty, who made her way toward his desk. She carried a ruler in her left hand. Albedo knew he was in trouble again. The other students kept quiet. They remembered what happened the last time Mrs. Marty punished a student for being late one minute late. During that punishment, one of the students chuckled and somehow Mrs. Marty had heard it. She had ears like a bat. Mrs. Marty asked him to come to the front of the room. Marlin was his name, and she punished him three times harder. If Marlin had kept his chuckle to himself, he would not have been punished. Albedo felt awful for him while the other students laughed to themselves.
Now Mrs. Marty slowly made her way to Albedo. It seemed like she took an hour to reach him. This woman is slow. Everything about her was tedious; they way she talked, moved, and taught, even they way she ate.
“Mr. Albedo, how many times will you sleep in my class?” she asked. “How many times must I punish you?” Her face was enraged. The vein on her forehead did not help the wrinkles around her mouth. She sighed deeply. Punishment did not work on Albedo. All she could do was send him home.
“There was no need for me to listen to your lesson,” Albedo said. “I’ve already learned all you can teach me.”
She was now infuriated. She was angry with his lack of participation in class and his disrespectful habit of sleeping on her lessons. The others wanted to laugh as Albedo continued to mock her.
“If you know everything, then tell me what we have been discussing for the past few days. Why is the moon red?” She pointed outside and Albedo gazed
at the moon.
His fascination was drawn to the bright red color. The moon showed the way in the depth of night when the shadows outside made him petrified. Mrs. Marty tapped her feet, saying she was waiting for an answer from him now. He looked at her with a smile.
“If you must know, it happened a long time ago during the blood-war, between the Purebloods’ vampires and us, the humans. During that period of time, its color changed to blood red. The Purebloods’ vampires were no longer affected by the sun. The moon had given them a new source of power. As a result we lost the war and our population declined dramatically.”
Albedo didn’t know too much about the Purebloods, he only knew they were stronger than vampires.
He stopped for a second to gather his thoughts. It always excited him to talk about them.
Most humans were afraid of them, but Albedo had a different concept. Albedo continued before Mrs. Marty could stop him.
“The Purebloods no longer needed our blood for survival. The blood-rain was enough to satisfy their thirst. The moon is now known as the blood-moon. What remained of our people was spared and sent to live here in a small portion of this kingdom, Atnius. Our area is known as Inferno.”
Albedo could have continued for hours if he was allowed too. He knew more about vampires than any human should. Teaching about vampires and Purebloods was kept to a minimum. His father had taught him everything he needed to know about the world. A powerful king known as Victor was the king of Atnius. Inferno was located within Atnius and made up of four hemispherical parts: south, north, west and east Inferno. Albedo and his small town lived in the south. No vampires or Purebloods were allowed to enter Inferno, unless that is, with the permission from the King himself. And he very rarely allowed his men to enter Inferno.
Mrs. Marty gave Albedo an unpleasant look. “You need to stop sleeping in my class, Mr. Albedo. I don’t know who’s been teaching you about vampires and Purebloods, but they need to stop.”
Albedo watched her tiny legs walk to the front of the room. She continued on with her lesson. A few minutes passed and all the students went outside for a break. Albedo wasn’t too joyful about recess. He was an outcast. As he made his way to the playground, someone shoved his shoulder and he stumbled for a second.
Gregory, thought Albedo.
He was a bully. His hair was as red as the freckles on his face. His gang was standing right beside him. His intensions were clear.
“So you still like blood-suckers, huh, Albedo?” asked Gregory. He was taller than Albedo.
Albedo knew he was referring to the vampires and Purebloods.
Gregory started to laugh, and his gang laughed with him. Another kid came up behind Albedo and knocked his books to the ground. Another one pushed him.
“What do you want from me, Gregory? Don’t you have better stuff to do besides harassing me?”
Gregory ordered his gang to start beating him up. Albedo didn’t fight back. It wasn’t that he couldn’t. He knew that people like Gregory would never leave you alone if you gave them what they wanted. He fought Gregory before. He won some and lost some. Gregory had allied himself with bullies throughout the school to make people continue fearing him.
Blood dripped from Albedo’s nose and mouth. The joy on their faces sickened him. He watched the look on Gregory’s face and it reminded him that they used to be friends. It all changed when a new girl came to the school. Her name was Anita and she was quite beautiful. Gregory had his eyes on her, but she had her eyes on Albedo. When Gregory found out and confronted her about it, she told him Albedo was sweeter and warmer. When Gregory confronted Albedo, he said he wanted nothing to do with her. He was telling the truth. She was not the kind of girl he liked. She was shallow and her attitude resembled Gregory’s. Everyone in school knew that Gregory’s character was not his best traits. Somehow, Albedo had found a way to accept that and welcome his friendship.
A couple weeks passed and no one heard from Anita again. When anyone asked, Mrs. Marty said her parents needed her at home. As their friendship grew, Albedo told Gregory about his fascination with vampires. Gregory also had a liking for them. When the other students found out, they slowly started distancing themselves from Albedo and Gregory, even laughing at them. Gregory began avoiding Albedo out of fear of rejection. As time passed, he grew into a bully. Albedo never asked him what happened to their friendship. He had come to the conclusion that this was his way of shielding himself.
“That’s enough!” shouted Mrs. Marty. As she walked down the hallway; she gave Albedo a look as if to say, I warned you. “All of you outside now. Mr. Albedo in my classroom now!” she ordered him.
Albedo had taken many punches. He walked slowly behind her. She had taken her sweet time to stop the fight. She was watching from the beginning, enjoying every moment of his agony.
“Young man, what am I going to do with you?”
His eyes did not meet hers as he sat at his desk. She had blown out the candles, since the sun had finally revealed itself.
“You used to be such a good child and now you give me nothing but problems.”
Albedo’s eyes were at the floor. He knew that Mrs. Marty had no intention of punishing Gregory and his friends. After all, he was her son and she had never punished him before. He could have set the school on fire and she would not say a word to him.
“You and my son used to be best friends. It breaks my heart to see you like this.” Her eyes showed no sorrow for him, only bitterness.
Her lectures felt like tortured.
“He started it,” mumbled Albedo. “Not me.”
“Go and close the door Mr. Albedo,” She said unpleasantly.
Albedo closed the door and turned around. Mrs. Marty had a whip in her hand. He knew the procedure as he went and stood in the corner with his arms crossed above his head. As she whipped him repeatedly his body rocked and flinched in pain. He didn’t cry. He grew numb from the lashes as he lost count of how many times she spanked him. Albedo was a friendly and congenial young man and most of what bothered other people would not faze him. What a witch this teacher was, punishing him after getting hurt so badly. He thought about telling the head of the school, but he couldn’t. Her family owned the school. She had managed to hit him in his face and it swelled. When she stopped, he sat down in the corner of the classroom and fell asleep.
School finally let out for the day. Albedo walked home alone as usual, ignoring the other students staring at him. It was just another day of school to him. His house was just up the mountain. From there if he looked down he could see the old ruined castle from far away. It was abandoned a long time ago. He wasn’t sure what happened. The path in the valley leading to the mountain was long and wide. Page: 6
Beautiful, sweet smelling cherry blossoms lined the road. The wind blew on his skin welcoming him home. As long as he could remember, the cherry blossoms had never stopped blooming and they were as beautiful as ever. Albedo was exhausted so he stopped for a moment and rested his head on a large branch on the side of the road. There was nothing more he could ask for. He stretched his hand toward the sky as if he could grab the moon. This was the most artistic scene he could imagine. Nothing in the world could ever come close to its beauty. The red moon was as beautiful as the cherry blossoms and the nice breeze kept him company. The rich smell of the cherry blossoms entered his body and the scent was so powerful that it put him to sleep.
A few hours quickly passed and he awoke to the growling sound of an angry animal. I wonder what that was, he thought.
The sun hovered over the horizon and the warm breeze had shifted to cold. He realized it was time for him to get going.
“I hope mother will not be angry with me,” he said to himself.
The atmosphere changed as he walked further up the mountain. The cherry blossoms he loved so much were now down the hill. Walking deep in the mountain was dangerous for a young man. It wasn’t uncommon for people to go missing and if anyone unfamiliar with its surroundings would
surely get lost. Albedo and his family were probably the only ones living there, though people in the town would often to go up and see the cherry blossoms. However they knew how dangerous it was. Wild animals were known to be violent.
Two years ago, a young couple had gone up to the mountain for a nice romantic scene. Three days later, their bodies were found. The villagers were petrified but not surprised once they found out what happened. This was not the first time this happened and it would not be the last.
The sky grew darker and Albedo could have slept for hours without waking up. For some reason, he was never afraid of the mountain. He was once lost in it for three days. There was not one scratch on him when his parents had found him.
As Albedo continued his walk home, the wind slowly passed his ear, as if to say he was not alone. He was deep in the mountain now, where lots of trees made it their home. He suddenly heard a noise. It was definitely not the sound of the wind. It was something different. In a great distance, Albedo could see a baby cub lift its head and cry. Her feet were stuck under a large branch. It was the most sorrowful and soul-touching cry he had ever heard. Albedo came closer and stopped. He looked around to see if its mother was around. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the mother. Good, the mother is not around, I can hurry it up and help him.
As he lifted the branch off the baby bear’s foot, he realized it was quite heavy. He was still a young man and had no muscle. His frail arms were as weak as his knees.
As the baby cub cried some more, Albedo could feel strength rising out of the ashes within him. The despair and weakness from the cub gave him just enough strength to lift it.
“You’re alright now,” he said proudly. “I got it off of you.”
What is this feeling?! At that very moment, Albedo could feel something swigging toward his head; it was more a sense than a feeling and a faint voice telling him to move. Did I just hear a person’s voice? At the very last moment, he dodged it. A piece of his hair however was torn off. He could see it flying around him, this could have been my head, he thought.
