The Dragon Reborn



Disclaimer: I don't own Wheel of Time. That series of books is the property of the genius, Robert Jordan. I'm just a poor high school student, for the love of whatever holy powers exist, please don't sue!



Notes: This is an odd little idea that popped into my head a few days back. What if there was a different meaning to the title "The Dragon Reborn"? Have any of you ever studied Roumanian folk tales? Then you know exactly whom and what I mean. *grins evilly* Enjoy, kiddies! And the characters in this will most likely be very OOC, but that's what happens when you get a freakish idea like this one.



Rand's grey eyes fluttered open in the darkness. He looked at the red lining to his coffin and sighed, being undead wasn't easy. And trying to be an evil bastard all the time was equally difficult. He pushed up on the lid, letting it swing open. Rand climbed out of his "bed" and slammed the lid shut.

'Time to go instill terror in the peasantry," he thought with a fang-filled grin. He had to admit, it was enjoyable to scare the living hell out of people. It was like living on Halloween all year round.

Despite popular belief, he did have a reflection. And he had to admit, he looked good in black. Much better than he did in his past life. Those damned old fashioned coats were absolutely disgusting. He shuddered at the remembrance of that life. Things were simpler now.

He ran his fingers through his ruddy hair and smirked at his reflection. For a reincarnation of Vlad Dracul, he looked pretty damned good, if he did say so himself. Which he did, quite often.

In this modern era, he tried to dress like the teens of the age did. They all did odd things to their hair and they had piercings like the Sea Folk did, all that time ago. Piercings where ever there was a piece of skin or cartilage that could be stuck through. They mutilated their bodies in ways that he didn't even want to think about.

Rand adjusted his black leather trench coat and left his lair, walking down from the mausoleum to the city below that awaited him. Awaited his unholy presence.