I need to thank Redrachxo for giving me the inspiration for this story, in one of the chapters of DiF something happens that sparked the idea in my mind that Vlad may not be able to die but I am not going to give away anything else! Remember to read Redrachxo's stories!
I might not post this week and next week as I'm back at school and the homework will be piling on but I will try my best!
What Lives Forever
Synopsis: Nothing is meant to live forever; everything will have its time no matter how long or short but sadly for some, the tragedy that is life never ends.
You can shoot him with garlic bullets and you can shove a stake into his unbeating heart, you'd be doing him a favour really, well, you would be if it worked.
Meet Vladimir Dracula; the Chosen One, Grand High Vampire, King of the Vamps or what ever other title you can come up with, he's been around over two thousand years and he hates it more than anything. He looks exactly the same as he did when his reign first began. Vampires age very slowly but by the time a vampire reaches his thousandth year they are supposed look about the same age as your gran and won't age after that, but not Vladimir Dracula; he doesn't look a day older than eighteen and believe me, he hates it.
Another thousand years goes by and he's seen it all; he's been blasted with full sunlight, had a stake rammed through his heart, been shot at by rocket launcher loaded with garlic rockets, garlic poisoning, cyanide, you name it and someone has tried to kill him using it but obviously none of it has ever worked as if it had this story would probably be a fair bit shorter. He's tried jumping off cliffs, flying into tornados and electric storms; he's even tried to fly to the moon but he's still unlives with blood on his hands and full of self-loathing, because he got bored. He stirred things up caused millions of lives to be lost but not him, never him. If you were to speak to him he'd probably hand you a stake and ask you to kill him but it wouldn't work.
The Chosen One is truly immortal but does he enjoy it?
No, no, no.