TftW: Walken Infection.
Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme.
There was no denying it, Nathan was falling more and more under the spell of Christopher Walken, each time he fell asleep - he dreamed he was with Walken, but it was more than that...he was also dreaming that he was turning into him, it was slowly but surely taking over him as the transformations happened. And the more they happened...the less human he felt...in fact each time it happened, the more he began to view humans as 'prey' or 'potential victims' to be turned...and the more he felt that he didn't belong with them...the power Walken had over him increasing with each passing night, and by the time he would even consider doing something about it...it was already too late to do anything about it...for this was only the beginning.
Like a virus, Walken is infectious and once it starts spreading around, the more difficult it is to stop it from infecting you or anyone else. And there are numerous reasons and causes for this to spread, but the most common is if you are sired or turned by another Walken. Now what kind of monster is a Walken you ask?
A 'Walken' is basically akin to a classic horror movie styled vampire - well with a twist...a rather Christopher Walkeny twist at that...and they're known for being a Boogieman type figure in monster folklore...humans often tell stories about them to scare others into behaving. Actually Walkens are in the same family as vampires, only they are a more unique breed than most.
And guess who was likely to be one of them or become one of them? That's right - Nathan was, if the dreams were any indication...he was soon going to be one of them, perhaps given his relationship with the real Walken himself - he was going to take after him and be an alpha. A couple of hours later after he had his dream, he awoke to find a couple of bite-marks on his neck, he let out a yawn - but the yawn itself..sounded like a gentle growling sound - he didn't know what was going on or why he just 'growled' like that...but he had a hunch it had something to do with those dreams.
Just then he heard what sounded like an ominous but oddly hypnotic voice, the voice was also very familiar to him, very distinctive - with a New York accent, and a very low, haunting and eerie set of speech mannerisms and a very...hypnotic tone to go with it. Listening closely, he could instantly tell who was talking to him.
"Yes, my young thrall...I am here."
"But...this can't be..."
"Oh, but it is..."
"What's going on here? Is this part of the strange dreams i've been having?"
"Ah yes...the dreams...the visions."
"The reason I am here is because those dreams weren't dreams...those were visions, they were real...and each one is an indication of what your destiny is to be. You..are destined to be..like me."
"You mean...I have been visions of morphing into you and enjoying them? But how?"
"Because...I am the one that has been there the whole time... I am the original Walken and I am the one that gave you that bitemark you have on your neck, you see...I bit you one night while you were asleep..dreaming sweet dreams."
"You're the one who bit me? But why?"
"Because...well... I knew it was only a matter of time until you would fall under my spell. Oh yes, I can see it now. You falling ever so softly into a trance while your mind fades away into a much darker place."
"What do you mean?"
"As the original Walken...I can turn any human I desire into a Walken or She-Hessian...and if that human is one of the lucky few...they may become just like me...and guess who that lucky human is.."
"Wait...are you saying that i'm the lucky human who you've chosen to turn into a
'Walken', like you?"
"Wow...that's quite an honor, but why me of all people? Clearly I am not worthy of joining your ranks."
"Because...you've always been my willing Walkeny thrall. All those times you were searching for me in your visions...you were searching for me because I am...your master, and your developing Walkeny instincts were telling you to follow me and to find me...so that we can be united."
"Why yes, I am...remember that first blood moonlight night? And how entranced you were by it...and how much it reminded you of blood...and how you had that hunger and thirst deep down for it?"
"Remember when you tasted blood for the first time and how you couldn't get enough?"
"It's been a long time since then...and now...you're officially going to turn...soon, all you'll want to do is obey me and be so blissfully Walkeny...all those pesky things that bothered you as a human will no longer bother you as much, and you'll soon forget ever being human in the first place."
"I'm going to become like you? Is there a cure for this?"
"It's too late now...for once you have caught my Walkeny virus and have been bitten, the more difficult it becomes for you to try and fight it...or to prevent it...even as I speak, the mental and physical effects are starting to take over already."
"I....don't think i'm ready for this...I...I..I...gotta have more cowbell!"
Reacting in shock at what he just said, he covered his mouth with his hand...he couldn't believe the words that just escaped out of his mouth...he couldn't believe he just said he wanted more cowbell, and yet...he really did say that. His developing Walkeny instincts were starting to show...and he couldn't help it. And now...it was becoming more evident, he was finding it hard to think...it was Walken's voice intoning in his head.
"Ah, those are the Walkeny instincts taking over alright...try to deny it all you like, but you know that it's getting harder to control them...sometimes, you just can't help but to give into that Walkeny instinct of yours."
"But...did I really just say I want more cowbell?"
"Oh yes, you did. Your Walkeny instincts know that they want cowbell, face it - the sweet, melodic sound of cowbell enticing you even more...following you wherever you go and it's calling you...my Walken..."
"I didn't say that...no...that wasn't me."
"Try and deny it all you want, my cowbell-crazed friend...but you know that those Walkeny instincts are slowly taking over you...and the more they take over you, the less human you start to feel...and the more Walkeny you become."
"But i'm human...i've always been..."
"Or really? Well how about now?"
Just as he was about to reply, the blinds suddenly blew open as if by supernatural magic to reveal the moon, it was blood red - just like it was on the very first night - all of a sudden, it became difficult for him to think straight...he was starting to feel so very, very, thirsty...thirsty for blood. He couldn't think properly...all he could think about was blood, precious delicious blood...and cowbell.
It was as if his human thoughts and traits were being slowly overtaken by a more bloodthirsty cowbell crazed set of instincts and traits...something less than human...something akin to Walken, his human thoughts were fading rapidly as well, he no longer even could consider ever being human to begin with..in fact..he was starting to feel like he belonged to the night and to the blood red moon and to Walken..as a child of the night.
Instinctively he started to growl and then bow before Walken, developing admiration for his 'master' and being ever so obedient. He was starting to give in to the developing Walkeny instincts, and he didn't mind it...in fact...he was already starting to think like a Walken.
"Now...what are you?"
"A Walken...master...a very Walkeny Walken..."
"Of course you are...you've always been a Walken...and you like being Walkeny..."
"Yes master, i've always been a Walken..."
"That's right...you don't ever recall being a human..."
"Human? No...I'm a Walken, and i'm so happy being a Walken..."
"Ever since I first visited you in your visions...I have been calling you towards me - and you have been searching for me. After all - every Walken needs a master...and I am yours, you are MY Walken."
"I am yours...master."
"Of course you are, and you're such a good, loyal, obedient Walken.."
His willpower was slowly but surely slipping away and all he could think about was serving his new master and being so obedient and loyal and also...of being a perfectly obedient Walken and taking after Walken himself. Now...he was definitely thinking more like a Walken than a human, and yet...he didn't mind...he was so blissfully entranced.
It was always so easy for him to be hypnotized and turned by Walken - his master, because deep down he always felt like he should have been a creature of the night and could relate to him on that level...plus, in the visions he had it always was a soothing and relaxing process - and of course Walken was like a father figure and mentor to him.
Walken of course always had that hypnotic effect on humans due to him being the original Walken and all but he had always had that connection with Nathan, after all - Walkens have the power to manipulate dreams and give their victims dreams of becoming a fellow Walken or She-Hessian. But Walken's connection to him was something special.
It seemed that he had chosen Nathan to be what was known in Walken terms as an Alpha
Walken, why? To serve as an apprentice of course. this was a rare occurrence that only happened to a few lucky subjects. But in a way this kind of made sense considering how much prior to this Nathan had studied Walkenology and vampirism. He had always been that much closer to Walkenity...but now there was no denying it - he was going to be just like Walken himself.
"That's right...and since I have chosen you..you are going to be my apprentice."
"An apprentice, master?"
"Why yes...a fine alpha Walken much like myself, I shall raise you and train you to be as vampiric and alluring as me. And just as Walkeny."
"But master...I don't look Walkeny...I look human, that's not good for a Walken."
"Oh, but you will."
"I should be as beautiful as you."
"And you will...relax..."
Without hesitation, he decided to let Walken wield his Walken magic on him and to let him influence him - after all, he was soon-going-to-be a Walken himself and he knew that he would become just as beautiful as his master. It was already becoming so hard for him to imagine being anything but a good, loyal, obedient alpha Walken.
He instinctively growled in admiration for his master as his Walkeny instincts started kicking in, his appetite drastically shifting to a more bloodthirsty one...as human drinks would no longer suffice, no - this young alpha Walken deserved something better. He wanted blood, real blood...human blood to be exact.
His stomach growled as it burned with thirst..he hissed slightly as he started licking his lips at the thought of tasting human blood - such delicious blood it was - all that blood that was good for a young Walken like him...it was good for him, good FOR HIM. Instinctively he started licking up the remaining drops of blood from where he was bitten, and...it tasted delicious...he growled happily as he did so.
It was then that his transformation started to happen, he could feel a warm chilling sensation going through his entire body, and he could see skin imperfections slowly fading away as his skintone slowly began to pale, becoming almost vampiric as his arms elongated and thinned while his fingers grew longer, his hands drastically shifting until they looked more like Walken's hands. He growled as he let the changes happen, knowing that fighting the transformation would be a bad thing to do.
He started writhing a bit in his nightshirt and pants as they slowly were being drained out and peeling away, but in the process they melded together and morphed into an elegant black regal outfit with a Hessian motif and a spider insignia on the front - which he rather liked. He recognized the spider insignia, it was the same that was on his royal coat of arms which was very suitable for him in many ways.
Arching his back slightly, he could see and feel it slenderize along with his chest, stomach and torso...the pale skintone fully creeping upwards as his legs slenderized to make him more agile, in the process the urge to break out into dance numbers took hold of him...one of many Walkeny instincts he has developing.
His legs were also pale and rapidly shifting to become Walken-like as well, he growled a few more times as supernatural energy jolted through his entire body - enhancing his strength and agility to inhuman levels, as his senses heightened. Just then he heard a series of stretching sounds as he slowly elevated in height to 6'ft...which was Walken's height.
Feeling both his shoulders and neckline become more slender in build, he let out another growl as the changes progressed - this time it happened from the neck up as his hair slowly began to prickle up a bit as it turned a sandy brown color, developing the style and texture of Walken's hair as his ears pointed a little bit. His face slowly paled to match the rest of his face as his forehead elevated itself higher up, his eyebrows thinning themselves out a bit and turning sandy brown as his eyes turned from hazel to icy blue with green inner rings as they spread out, narrowing and become slightly sunken.
He felt a more bloodthirsty and obedient mindset taking over him as new thoughts and memories came into existence, memories of being a wonderful and hypnotic actor with a knack for playing scary characters and for also being a good dancer...a great one in fact, he was even starting to have visions of a young woman named Lilian...the woman was one who he swore must have been a lover for his master in a past life. Mentally he continued shifting until he felt more and more like a Walken than a human.
He could feel his face starting to morph and alter forever as his nose altered until it resembled Walken's nose, in the process his lips slowly thinned a little before curving into crescentian shape with pointed tips, his cheekbones sharpened to become more pronounciated as his cheeks became sunken, his jaw-line shifted to become angular as his chin narrowed out and his features Walkenized to match the rest of his changed form...now he was not only feeling Walkeny...but looking Walkeny as well.
Feeling a grumbling in his throat, he took a few deep breaths which made his voice change and grow deeper and more haunting with each breath, warping and altering his normal voice into something much more fitting of this new appearance...a voice that was menacing, alluring, and powerful...a voice that hypnotize people...the voice of Christopher Walken...his normal speech patterns and mannerisms changing to match, altering to become so...so..enticing...unique...and well...Walken-like. He couldn't help but let out a few low Walkeny growls as his voice finished changing, his voice...was now that of Walken as well - complete with the speech patterns, vocal tone and the accent.
His new Walkeny instincts took over completely as he growled in satisfaction and his personality shifted to become like Walken's....and from what he could tell, there was no Nathan anymore...only Walken. The new Walken, looking and sounding like his new master, growled softly. All traces of humanity completely vanished...replaced with Walkeninity. Yes...he had completely morphed and transformed into Christopher Walken himself.
"Welcome to the Walken's Den...my apprentice, tell me...what is your name?"
"Why, my name is Christopher but humans call me Chris."
"That's right...and what are you?"
"A Walken. An obedient, hypnotic, loyal Walken who loves his master very much."
"And do you like being a Walken?"
"Oh yesssss...I love it."
"Good, because you'll be becoming this form every night from now on and with each transformation...you will get more powerful as a Walken...and you'll love it, because you'll get to hypnotize many humans."
"I get to hypnotize humans with my supernatural Walkeny powers? That is so wonderful, master...and I can't wait to try my new powers."
"Any human who gazes into the eyes of a Walken will fall into a trance-like state and be filled with the newfound desire to obey everything the Walken tells them to do, even if that means obtaining blood for said Walken...and more than that...they'll develop Walkeny instincts and traits and start thinking they are Walkens themselves.."
"And they'll turn?"
"Oh yes...those humans will turn - into beautiful alluring Walkens capable of serving their new master while female humans will become She-Hessians who the Walken will respect and adore for all eternity."
"Does Walkenization hurt?"
"Only if the human resists or tries to fight it..."
"Now that's silly, master. Why would a human try to fight the process of being turned into a Walken? After all...I'm pretty sure they would love to be a Walken like us and especially considering how much they adore you."
"Humans are silly in general...and they are scared of us. But luckily, you can assume a human-like form to disguise your Walkenishness, and you can turn into any role that i've played in my movies."
"Ooooh....I like that."
"As you should. Being a Walken is an honor and a blessing. Now... are you ready to put your Walkeninity and hunting prowess to the test?"
"Good, but before we do so...we must have a change of scenery...look at how dreary and boring this place you're living in is."
Walken used his supernatural powers to change Chris's room into a fantastic gothic palace fit for a dark prince along with a wonderful throne-room and den for him and future Walkens/She-Hessians to spend the night. Chris growled happily and hugged his new master, he loved his new palace.
He let out a roar as he underwent a few more final changes - as his fingernails lengthened and sharpened and his teeth slowly underwent the same process with his canines extending to become fangs while the rest of his teeth developed sharp Hessian-like points, he hissed as he licked his lips at the thought of hunting for human blood. Now he was fully a Walken and he was ready to hunt for his favorite master.
With that, Walken and his new apprentice began their hunt for human blood and for victims to be turned into Walkens/She-Hessians. Now fully identifying himself as a Walken and also as Christopher Walken, the new Walken was extremely pleased with what he had done and proud to be what he was.
As for what happened to him later, he grew to be a strong and fierce young Walken in his own right and formed his own Walken army in a matter of weeks, his new bloodlust took a while to get used to but he didn't mind...giving into such thoughts made him glad to be Walkeny. He later befriended a human named Jon who was a fan of Walken also and knew a lot about Walkens, and he formed a strong relationship with him as well as with the real Walken himself...his master.
That, my dear friends is the tale of how the Walken saga you know and love came into existence and how the Walken persona that is beloved on DA's own forums also came into being as well, now he roams the night as a Walken always on the prowl for human blood like any good vampiric being should.
Remember, like I said earlier...Walken is like a virus and is very infectious, for once you've gotten the Walken virus in your blood and in you...there's no stopping it, and even when you think you can stop it in time...it will already be too late for you by then, as slowly but surely you'll be losing the battle against the Walken and become a Walken or She-Hessian too - soon you won't be able to help but feel Walkeny.
And even if you think you're safe from it...you might have to check again, because you might already be infected and are turning as we speak. After all, there's no escaping Walken and once he's got you under his power, there's no way to stop it or prevent it from infecting others as well.
Someone you know could in fact be a Walken...some very close to you, even someone you love...even Your Humble Narrator here could really be a Walken. Good thing there's no such thing as Walkens, right?