The Magenta Veil
This is my first fic, so please bear with me! And please review!!!
Preface/ Forward
The Magenta Veil is a compilation of Camilla Eastfields' memoirs, and how she came to be what and where she is today. It is told as if from the eyes of Camilla herself. The writer, Kirkis Stallions, was given the task of writing these memoirs in this world, and in Dream World, in exchange for the last piece of the Millennium Puzzle. Only when this was completed did she give the piece to Kirkis, and Emperor Judgement was able to create the Millennium Crystal. However, that is another story. Kirkis hopes you will enjoy reading The Magenta Veil as much as Kirkis did writing it.
Chapter 1
The Waxing Blood Moon
Good Day to you, sir or madame. I am Camilla Eastfield, the "owner" of the Shadow Realm Pleasure Spa. But I'll get to that later. My life was very chaotic, and it was drowned in poverty. I was born on October 3, 1434, in the Romainian province of Wallachia, within the borders of Transylvania. It was the rule of the mysterious Count Vlad Tepes, also know as Vlad the Impaler, or more notoriously, Dracula.
I was born to a very poor peasant couple, Kain and Amealiea, who owned little more than their own names. The village we lived in was called "Harmony". I was lucky to even have a bed. My parents would sleep on the floor just to give me comforts. We were poor, mainly because my grandfather was disowned by the Romanian Aristocrisy. My father would have inhereted his millions, but that simply didn't happen. They suspected my grandfather of treason.
I was put to work young, but I never minded it. Helping out my parents was satisfaction enough. But when I was seven, I began to understand what poverty meant.
My parents would often send me to the village peddler to buy seeds from for our little farm. He liked me and would always let me have them for a discount price of only 5 Senti, and sometimes even for free. He would pat me on my head, and send me off. But one day, a rich noble, dressed in a fancy purple robe, saw him give me a packet of corn seeds for free.
"Hey! She didn't pay for that!" he yelled. "Run Camilla!" commanded the peddler.
"You wretched swine!" yelled the noble as he punched the peddler hard in the stomach. I turned around and saw the peddler fall to the ground in pain.
"Give those seeds to me, little girl!" the noble yelled. I started running again, and I ran all the way back home. He followed me into my house, and I was able to hide under my bed. I saw my parents outside, but I didn't think that they saw me or the noble.
"Well then, little girl, since you won't give the seeds back, I'll just take things here for payment!" he declared.
I still remember what he said when he left. "If I had my way, everyone who didn't have enough money would be impaled in the name of our Lord Tepes!" As soon as he said that, I was deathly afraid of Vlad. Then, the noble just left. I got out from under my bed, ran outside, and went to my parents.
"Mommy! Some bad noble man chased me around town! Oh, it was so scary!" My mother then held me, and kissed my face.
"Um, I still got the seeds..." I told her.
"Thanks, sweetie." she said.
"If I see this noble, I'll give him a piece of my mind." said my father.
"Kain, there's nothing we can do."
"Still... this noble has no right to chase my little bundle of joy around."
"He... stole stuff from us..." I said weakly.
"Then I guess we'll just have to live with it." said my mother. The tone of voice she used made it so the subject was closed. We then walked back inside.
Several years past, and our life got a tad better as I got older and was able to do more to help my parents. I would run arronds for people around the village, and sometimes, they would pay me with bronze or silver.
I never forgot about the noble. Ever since that day, our whole village hated Vlad, and his servants, but they never said so in public. They feared his "methods" of discipline.
. My parents were able to afford a small buggy and horse, and they had left to go to a nearby town. So, I was alone. I never had any friends because of our poverty, and the only other people my age were noble children, who lived in the heart of town.
With all of my boredom, I decided to begin picking the crops early. I got dressed in my farming clothes, and went outside. I loved carrots, so I started with them first. The sun had just set, and the moon was now visible. It shown with a red luster, and was very attractive in it's beauty. But I didn't let it distract me, and continued to pick up the carrots.
"You like the moon?" said a voice from behind. I turned around and saw a wondrous sight. A man my age with long purple hair, and a black cape was there, staring into my eyes.
"Well...yes...yes I do...." I stuttered.
"If that's the case, would you like to ride with me in my carriage? We can gaze at the moon together." His voice was melodic, and irresistible.
"My...parents want me to pick the crops...if I'm gone then..."
"Don't worry, I'll have you back long before they return." With such an offer, I couldn't refuse it.
"Well, all right...just have me back soon." And he took my hand, and lead me to his carriage.
It was elegant, with six white horses, and indigo cloth. It had doors on both sides, and no roof. There was a pale man dressed in velvet who holding the reigns in the front. Strangely, I couldn't remember the sound of any horses coming. But, I felt no worry as I got inside of the back of the carriage. The mystery man got in beside me.
"Giles, take us to the forest." commanded the mystery man.
"Yes my lord." replied the ghostly pale man named Giles
We went down a trail I never knew existed, and it led into a lush forest. Fall was coming so some of the leaves on the trees were changing color, and the moon lit up the forest with it's red light.
"You seem so reluctant, Camilla." said the mystery man. I was taken aback by him saying my name.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I know...let's just say you will know me better soon enough." he replied. I sat there staring up at the moon, lost in thought.
"I know that you were chased by a noble when you were young. I know that you have no freinds, and I know that you own very little." said the mystery man. How did he know so much?
"But now it's time for you to learn about me...I am Vlad Tepes...Dracula." It felt like all my blood rushed to my face. All this time I feared the imfamous Vlad the Impaler, and now I meet him and he seems like this wonderous man who could do no wrong. I instantly bowed my head in deep respect.
"Lord Tepes..." I said weakly.
"Don't flatter me, Camilla. Others will soon bow before you... well never mind..." he said akwardly.
"I thank you...Dracula." I said.
I was overtaken by a mystifying passion as I looked into his eyes. They seemed to glow red, and I was transfixed in place. Then I remembered the bad rumors about Dracula. The rumor that he was a vampire. But this passion made me not care. He grined, and I saw his fangs. They shone with an ivory white, and even though it felt like I could move if I wanted, I didn't want to. What I really wanted was to know what the feeling of those fangs would feel like in my neck. He drew closer to me, and I leaned forward. Closer and closer yet until I could feel him breathing down my neck. But he quickly backed his head away and Giles whipped the reigns and turned the horses around.
"Dracula...don't you...love me?" The words excaped my lips before I . "Camilla, I have a promise to keep. Your parents are returning." He declared. He then reached in the back of the carriage and pulled out a stunningly beautiful Magenta Veiled Dress.
"I want you to have this. Wear it, and I shall come to see you again." He said. I took it, and felt it's silky texture. It felt so warm and soft. We finally arrived back at my house. It seemed like we rode for hours. I jumped out of the carriage, with my new veiled dress, and ran back inside, just in time to hide the veil dress.
I walked outside like nothing had happened when my parents came up out of their buggy.
"Ready to harvest?" I asked casually.
"Hello, dear. Yes, we're ready." replied my mom. They had bought new farming supplies with some money they had been saving for a few years. Their faces were alit from their success. The rest of that night, we picked carrots, corn and potatoes. After the long night, I went to bed, flopped down, and dreamed about Dracula. Perhaps he would be my birthday present...
I awoke the next morning right after dawn. It felt like I slept for only a couple minutes. My parents were not awake, so I tried on the Magenta Veiled Dress. It was more comfortable than I could have ever imagined. I walked outside to the small lake behind our house, and stared into my reflection. I looked exquisite. The veil covered my face, yet I could see out of it perfectly. It was made out of silk and lace. I knew since it was daytime, Dracula wouldn't come right now, so I would wait til tonight. This was going to be the best birthday party ever.
From out of no where, I felt the same feeling, the passion, the breathing down my neck. It felt like eternity, but it only lasted for a split second. I realized my parents would be up any minute, so I went back into my room, took off my veil dress, and hid it back under my bed.
I lit the fire for our wood stove, and began to cook some eggs from our chickens. We only had three, so that was one egg for each of us. My parents said I was a great cook, and always made eggs to perfection. They came out of their room, said happy birthday to me, and sat at the table.
"Eggs anyone?" I asked.
After breakfast, we all got in the small buggy and took a ride in the distant country side. The trail that Dracula and I went down was gone, as I looked to my right when we went past the place where the trail should have been. This was very very werid, but I tried not to think about it. Dracula was a vampire, and if I wanted to, I would be one as well.
My parents had made crumpets for me, and some new clothes. I ate the crumpets, and tried on the new clothes in the small buggy. It wasn't very hard, but the clothes were no where near as nice as the Magenta Veil. After an hour or two we went back to the house, and we got some of the crops, put them in the buggy, and watched as Father made his way to the marketplace to sell the crops.
My mother and I sat on the pourch and began talking about life.
"Camilla, you've been such a good help to us." said my mother.
"Thanks, mom. I wish I could do more. I want to amount to something during my life. I want to live life to it's fullest."
"Well, your the best daughter a mother could ever have or want. As long as you dream it, you can become it."
This made me think about Dracula. I have dreamed about him, but will I be his bride?
We went back inside, and waited for Father to come home. I was bored again. The fields no longer needed tending to, and mother was napping, so again I had nothing to do. Maybe a nap wasn't so bad.
I went into my room and laid on my bed, but I was too excited to sleep. Soon, I would be seeing Dracula again. Would he...bear his fangs at me? Or would someone as important as he even remember me? And how is he so young? Is it because he is a vampire? Does he live forever? All of these questions raced through my head. I just stared up at the ceiling for what felt like years. My mind was lost in thought, and I couldn't think of anything to do. Thankfully, I drifted off into a mild doze.
My doze didn't last long. When I opened my eyes, the sun light was receeding, and my excitment wanted to burst. I had to create a diversion for my parents, so they wouldn't ask any questions about the veil dress. I waited for an idea to come, but none came. My father still wasn't home, and strangely, my mother was still asleep. I hastly got dressed in the Magenta Veil, and ran outside.
I waited for Dracula to arrive. Would he come? Or had he forgotten about me? I waited for awhile, yet he did not come. My heart felt like it was going to stop; what if he had lied? I couldn't give up hope yet. I waited and waited. I stared up at the moon, which was again wildly scarlet. As if from a dream, I heard "his" voice. "I never break a promise." he said from behind me. I turned around, yet wasn't there. I then completly broke down and started to cry.
I looked off in the distance while crying, and I saw the village preistess walking toward our house. She was dressed in her ceremonial robes. I immediatly got up, and went to go inside, but the priest yelled my name. "Yes, Priestess Tam?" I asked.
"Is your mother home?" she asked.
"Yes, she is." She picked up her pace as she approched the house.
Suddenly, she stopped dead in his tracks. Her face was ashen, and her eyes large.
"Wh...where did you get that dress?" she asked nervously.
"I...I..." The words wouldn't come.
"Don't lie to me Camilla. Tell the truth." he said.
"Vlad gave it to me..." His face turned white.
"What!? Vlad? King Vlad? Dracula? You were contorting with Vlad the Impaler? Are...are you a witch?"
"No, of course not!"
"Camilla, take the dress off. And we can burn it together, and pray for forgivness."
"No, Dracula shall keep his promise!"
"We shall see about that. Come with me!" she yelled. She ran at me, grabbed my arms, and pulled me to the village square. She was very strong for an old preistess.
She then bounded me with a spare rope lying on the ground, and tied me to the stake that was used for witch and vampire burnings. Oh no! Am I...going to die? If only my father would come back! Or...better yet, Dracula would show up. I started to cry again. I was begining to lose hope. But, the words I heard; the words of Dracula. "He will keep his promise!" I yelled. The preistess, some of her students, and the noble children were gathering hay around the stake. They were going to burn me.
"Nooo! Please don't! I am not a witch! Vlad just came up, and gave me the veil! Please!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. But they wouldn't listen. They completly ignored me. Then, as if I had been saved, my father came up with the horse and buggy. But to my dismay, he just sat there and watched.
"I'm so sorry, Camilla, but it's for your own good. May you be saved from the flames of Hell." he said. With that, I gave up hope. I was going to die. And that was that. I looked up at the moon one last time...
"Attack!" yelled that mysterious voice that belong to Dracula. I tried to turn my head to see what was going on, but I was bounded tightly to the stake. I heard people screaming. Had Dracula returned for me? I waited for what ever was going on to be over, and when it was, Dracula came up to the stake, and cut the ropes with a pecuilar looking spear. It had a blade on both ends, and was actually pretty for a weapon. "I always keep a promise." he said. I fell into his arms, and yet again began to cry. I had done so much of that today, I was sure the veil dress was soaked.
"We must hurry." he said.
"Why?" I asked. But when I turned around, my question was answered. Bodies littered the ground, and Dracula's men had out their swords, and were looking for others who might have witnessed this event. Among the bodies...was my father. I softly wept, but did he truly love me as a daughter? Why was he willing to let me burn, just to "redeem" me from something I didn't do?
"To the carriage." said Dracula. Why was he in such a rush? He was ruler of Romaian; what could he possibly be afriad of?
"What's wrong Dracula?" I asked as we got in the carriage. "The...Belmonts may come." he said.
"Who are the Belmonts?" Dracula grabbed the reigns, and made the horses run forward. It was werid being in a carriage with run away horses, but it was kind of fun. "They are a powerful cult of people, determinded the destory my kind. They have defeated me several times, but I have always returned to uphold my pledge." he declared.
"And what is that?"
"To wrap the world in Darkness."
I sat there, completly forgeting about how fast the horses where running, and began to think about what he had said. Would he let me help him? I wanted to so bad. My passion that I felt for him was powerful, and I didn't want to fight it. I could become his queen. It seemed like I would give a whole new meaning to the expresion, "From rags to riches."
"Dracula, can I help you?" I asked with that powerful passion in my voice. "We shall see Camilla, we shall see." he replied. I could see his castle off in the distance, and I fell asleep on his shoulder on the way.
(I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Chapter two will be out by next week. Please review!!! Thank you for your time!!!)
This is my first fic, so please bear with me! And please review!!!
Preface/ Forward
The Magenta Veil is a compilation of Camilla Eastfields' memoirs, and how she came to be what and where she is today. It is told as if from the eyes of Camilla herself. The writer, Kirkis Stallions, was given the task of writing these memoirs in this world, and in Dream World, in exchange for the last piece of the Millennium Puzzle. Only when this was completed did she give the piece to Kirkis, and Emperor Judgement was able to create the Millennium Crystal. However, that is another story. Kirkis hopes you will enjoy reading The Magenta Veil as much as Kirkis did writing it.
Chapter 1
The Waxing Blood Moon
Good Day to you, sir or madame. I am Camilla Eastfield, the "owner" of the Shadow Realm Pleasure Spa. But I'll get to that later. My life was very chaotic, and it was drowned in poverty. I was born on October 3, 1434, in the Romainian province of Wallachia, within the borders of Transylvania. It was the rule of the mysterious Count Vlad Tepes, also know as Vlad the Impaler, or more notoriously, Dracula.
I was born to a very poor peasant couple, Kain and Amealiea, who owned little more than their own names. The village we lived in was called "Harmony". I was lucky to even have a bed. My parents would sleep on the floor just to give me comforts. We were poor, mainly because my grandfather was disowned by the Romanian Aristocrisy. My father would have inhereted his millions, but that simply didn't happen. They suspected my grandfather of treason.
I was put to work young, but I never minded it. Helping out my parents was satisfaction enough. But when I was seven, I began to understand what poverty meant.
My parents would often send me to the village peddler to buy seeds from for our little farm. He liked me and would always let me have them for a discount price of only 5 Senti, and sometimes even for free. He would pat me on my head, and send me off. But one day, a rich noble, dressed in a fancy purple robe, saw him give me a packet of corn seeds for free.
"Hey! She didn't pay for that!" he yelled. "Run Camilla!" commanded the peddler.
"You wretched swine!" yelled the noble as he punched the peddler hard in the stomach. I turned around and saw the peddler fall to the ground in pain.
"Give those seeds to me, little girl!" the noble yelled. I started running again, and I ran all the way back home. He followed me into my house, and I was able to hide under my bed. I saw my parents outside, but I didn't think that they saw me or the noble.
"Well then, little girl, since you won't give the seeds back, I'll just take things here for payment!" he declared.
I still remember what he said when he left. "If I had my way, everyone who didn't have enough money would be impaled in the name of our Lord Tepes!" As soon as he said that, I was deathly afraid of Vlad. Then, the noble just left. I got out from under my bed, ran outside, and went to my parents.
"Mommy! Some bad noble man chased me around town! Oh, it was so scary!" My mother then held me, and kissed my face.
"Um, I still got the seeds..." I told her.
"Thanks, sweetie." she said.
"If I see this noble, I'll give him a piece of my mind." said my father.
"Kain, there's nothing we can do."
"Still... this noble has no right to chase my little bundle of joy around."
"He... stole stuff from us..." I said weakly.
"Then I guess we'll just have to live with it." said my mother. The tone of voice she used made it so the subject was closed. We then walked back inside.
Several years past, and our life got a tad better as I got older and was able to do more to help my parents. I would run arronds for people around the village, and sometimes, they would pay me with bronze or silver.
I never forgot about the noble. Ever since that day, our whole village hated Vlad, and his servants, but they never said so in public. They feared his "methods" of discipline.
. My parents were able to afford a small buggy and horse, and they had left to go to a nearby town. So, I was alone. I never had any friends because of our poverty, and the only other people my age were noble children, who lived in the heart of town.
With all of my boredom, I decided to begin picking the crops early. I got dressed in my farming clothes, and went outside. I loved carrots, so I started with them first. The sun had just set, and the moon was now visible. It shown with a red luster, and was very attractive in it's beauty. But I didn't let it distract me, and continued to pick up the carrots.
"You like the moon?" said a voice from behind. I turned around and saw a wondrous sight. A man my age with long purple hair, and a black cape was there, staring into my eyes.
"Well...yes...yes I do...." I stuttered.
"If that's the case, would you like to ride with me in my carriage? We can gaze at the moon together." His voice was melodic, and irresistible.
"My...parents want me to pick the crops...if I'm gone then..."
"Don't worry, I'll have you back long before they return." With such an offer, I couldn't refuse it.
"Well, all right...just have me back soon." And he took my hand, and lead me to his carriage.
It was elegant, with six white horses, and indigo cloth. It had doors on both sides, and no roof. There was a pale man dressed in velvet who holding the reigns in the front. Strangely, I couldn't remember the sound of any horses coming. But, I felt no worry as I got inside of the back of the carriage. The mystery man got in beside me.
"Giles, take us to the forest." commanded the mystery man.
"Yes my lord." replied the ghostly pale man named Giles
We went down a trail I never knew existed, and it led into a lush forest. Fall was coming so some of the leaves on the trees were changing color, and the moon lit up the forest with it's red light.
"You seem so reluctant, Camilla." said the mystery man. I was taken aback by him saying my name.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I know...let's just say you will know me better soon enough." he replied. I sat there staring up at the moon, lost in thought.
"I know that you were chased by a noble when you were young. I know that you have no freinds, and I know that you own very little." said the mystery man. How did he know so much?
"But now it's time for you to learn about me...I am Vlad Tepes...Dracula." It felt like all my blood rushed to my face. All this time I feared the imfamous Vlad the Impaler, and now I meet him and he seems like this wonderous man who could do no wrong. I instantly bowed my head in deep respect.
"Lord Tepes..." I said weakly.
"Don't flatter me, Camilla. Others will soon bow before you... well never mind..." he said akwardly.
"I thank you...Dracula." I said.
I was overtaken by a mystifying passion as I looked into his eyes. They seemed to glow red, and I was transfixed in place. Then I remembered the bad rumors about Dracula. The rumor that he was a vampire. But this passion made me not care. He grined, and I saw his fangs. They shone with an ivory white, and even though it felt like I could move if I wanted, I didn't want to. What I really wanted was to know what the feeling of those fangs would feel like in my neck. He drew closer to me, and I leaned forward. Closer and closer yet until I could feel him breathing down my neck. But he quickly backed his head away and Giles whipped the reigns and turned the horses around.
"Dracula...don't you...love me?" The words excaped my lips before I . "Camilla, I have a promise to keep. Your parents are returning." He declared. He then reached in the back of the carriage and pulled out a stunningly beautiful Magenta Veiled Dress.
"I want you to have this. Wear it, and I shall come to see you again." He said. I took it, and felt it's silky texture. It felt so warm and soft. We finally arrived back at my house. It seemed like we rode for hours. I jumped out of the carriage, with my new veiled dress, and ran back inside, just in time to hide the veil dress.
I walked outside like nothing had happened when my parents came up out of their buggy.
"Ready to harvest?" I asked casually.
"Hello, dear. Yes, we're ready." replied my mom. They had bought new farming supplies with some money they had been saving for a few years. Their faces were alit from their success. The rest of that night, we picked carrots, corn and potatoes. After the long night, I went to bed, flopped down, and dreamed about Dracula. Perhaps he would be my birthday present...
I awoke the next morning right after dawn. It felt like I slept for only a couple minutes. My parents were not awake, so I tried on the Magenta Veiled Dress. It was more comfortable than I could have ever imagined. I walked outside to the small lake behind our house, and stared into my reflection. I looked exquisite. The veil covered my face, yet I could see out of it perfectly. It was made out of silk and lace. I knew since it was daytime, Dracula wouldn't come right now, so I would wait til tonight. This was going to be the best birthday party ever.
From out of no where, I felt the same feeling, the passion, the breathing down my neck. It felt like eternity, but it only lasted for a split second. I realized my parents would be up any minute, so I went back into my room, took off my veil dress, and hid it back under my bed.
I lit the fire for our wood stove, and began to cook some eggs from our chickens. We only had three, so that was one egg for each of us. My parents said I was a great cook, and always made eggs to perfection. They came out of their room, said happy birthday to me, and sat at the table.
"Eggs anyone?" I asked.
After breakfast, we all got in the small buggy and took a ride in the distant country side. The trail that Dracula and I went down was gone, as I looked to my right when we went past the place where the trail should have been. This was very very werid, but I tried not to think about it. Dracula was a vampire, and if I wanted to, I would be one as well.
My parents had made crumpets for me, and some new clothes. I ate the crumpets, and tried on the new clothes in the small buggy. It wasn't very hard, but the clothes were no where near as nice as the Magenta Veil. After an hour or two we went back to the house, and we got some of the crops, put them in the buggy, and watched as Father made his way to the marketplace to sell the crops.
My mother and I sat on the pourch and began talking about life.
"Camilla, you've been such a good help to us." said my mother.
"Thanks, mom. I wish I could do more. I want to amount to something during my life. I want to live life to it's fullest."
"Well, your the best daughter a mother could ever have or want. As long as you dream it, you can become it."
This made me think about Dracula. I have dreamed about him, but will I be his bride?
We went back inside, and waited for Father to come home. I was bored again. The fields no longer needed tending to, and mother was napping, so again I had nothing to do. Maybe a nap wasn't so bad.
I went into my room and laid on my bed, but I was too excited to sleep. Soon, I would be seeing Dracula again. Would he...bear his fangs at me? Or would someone as important as he even remember me? And how is he so young? Is it because he is a vampire? Does he live forever? All of these questions raced through my head. I just stared up at the ceiling for what felt like years. My mind was lost in thought, and I couldn't think of anything to do. Thankfully, I drifted off into a mild doze.
My doze didn't last long. When I opened my eyes, the sun light was receeding, and my excitment wanted to burst. I had to create a diversion for my parents, so they wouldn't ask any questions about the veil dress. I waited for an idea to come, but none came. My father still wasn't home, and strangely, my mother was still asleep. I hastly got dressed in the Magenta Veil, and ran outside.
I waited for Dracula to arrive. Would he come? Or had he forgotten about me? I waited for awhile, yet he did not come. My heart felt like it was going to stop; what if he had lied? I couldn't give up hope yet. I waited and waited. I stared up at the moon, which was again wildly scarlet. As if from a dream, I heard "his" voice. "I never break a promise." he said from behind me. I turned around, yet wasn't there. I then completly broke down and started to cry.
I looked off in the distance while crying, and I saw the village preistess walking toward our house. She was dressed in her ceremonial robes. I immediatly got up, and went to go inside, but the priest yelled my name. "Yes, Priestess Tam?" I asked.
"Is your mother home?" she asked.
"Yes, she is." She picked up her pace as she approched the house.
Suddenly, she stopped dead in his tracks. Her face was ashen, and her eyes large.
"Wh...where did you get that dress?" she asked nervously.
"I...I..." The words wouldn't come.
"Don't lie to me Camilla. Tell the truth." he said.
"Vlad gave it to me..." His face turned white.
"What!? Vlad? King Vlad? Dracula? You were contorting with Vlad the Impaler? Are...are you a witch?"
"No, of course not!"
"Camilla, take the dress off. And we can burn it together, and pray for forgivness."
"No, Dracula shall keep his promise!"
"We shall see about that. Come with me!" she yelled. She ran at me, grabbed my arms, and pulled me to the village square. She was very strong for an old preistess.
She then bounded me with a spare rope lying on the ground, and tied me to the stake that was used for witch and vampire burnings. Oh no! Am I...going to die? If only my father would come back! Or...better yet, Dracula would show up. I started to cry again. I was begining to lose hope. But, the words I heard; the words of Dracula. "He will keep his promise!" I yelled. The preistess, some of her students, and the noble children were gathering hay around the stake. They were going to burn me.
"Nooo! Please don't! I am not a witch! Vlad just came up, and gave me the veil! Please!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. But they wouldn't listen. They completly ignored me. Then, as if I had been saved, my father came up with the horse and buggy. But to my dismay, he just sat there and watched.
"I'm so sorry, Camilla, but it's for your own good. May you be saved from the flames of Hell." he said. With that, I gave up hope. I was going to die. And that was that. I looked up at the moon one last time...
"Attack!" yelled that mysterious voice that belong to Dracula. I tried to turn my head to see what was going on, but I was bounded tightly to the stake. I heard people screaming. Had Dracula returned for me? I waited for what ever was going on to be over, and when it was, Dracula came up to the stake, and cut the ropes with a pecuilar looking spear. It had a blade on both ends, and was actually pretty for a weapon. "I always keep a promise." he said. I fell into his arms, and yet again began to cry. I had done so much of that today, I was sure the veil dress was soaked.
"We must hurry." he said.
"Why?" I asked. But when I turned around, my question was answered. Bodies littered the ground, and Dracula's men had out their swords, and were looking for others who might have witnessed this event. Among the bodies...was my father. I softly wept, but did he truly love me as a daughter? Why was he willing to let me burn, just to "redeem" me from something I didn't do?
"To the carriage." said Dracula. Why was he in such a rush? He was ruler of Romaian; what could he possibly be afriad of?
"What's wrong Dracula?" I asked as we got in the carriage. "The...Belmonts may come." he said.
"Who are the Belmonts?" Dracula grabbed the reigns, and made the horses run forward. It was werid being in a carriage with run away horses, but it was kind of fun. "They are a powerful cult of people, determinded the destory my kind. They have defeated me several times, but I have always returned to uphold my pledge." he declared.
"And what is that?"
"To wrap the world in Darkness."
I sat there, completly forgeting about how fast the horses where running, and began to think about what he had said. Would he let me help him? I wanted to so bad. My passion that I felt for him was powerful, and I didn't want to fight it. I could become his queen. It seemed like I would give a whole new meaning to the expresion, "From rags to riches."
"Dracula, can I help you?" I asked with that powerful passion in my voice. "We shall see Camilla, we shall see." he replied. I could see his castle off in the distance, and I fell asleep on his shoulder on the way.
(I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Chapter two will be out by next week. Please review!!! Thank you for your time!!!)