Authors note : ok so this is an attempt don't know if I got the back ground right but anyways just try to work with me …. I don't own Dracula but I do own my plot and my characters so yeah….just let me know what you think ok? Should I continue? Cause I really like the stuff that's in my head. Just let me know. And no flames….this is fun so….

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"Ugh" I lifted my face up off of my lab top and sluggishly hit the snooze button on the alarm clock with much effort. I had roughly twenty minutes to procrastinate. I stayed up all night revising my heritage paper, and since my job requires me to stay out until two in the morning, I sleep until around five in the afternoon and then I head to work again. I slowly got up and turned on the shower.

"Dartanion, you must move out of the door way I will not step over you." I looked down at my cat…well if that's what you can call it. He held the weight record at his vet, averaging around 25lbs. I tried to teach him discipline but he had his own personality, like a human. Sometimes it was scary. He sat like a rug, a huge, smoke gray, long hair tomcat. HUGE! With beautiful green eyes. He sat there just staring up at me.

"Plurow." The brazen cat answered almost defiantly as is twirled its tail playfully.

"Dartanyion I do not have time for this do you want me to spray you with the shower head again?" I pointed my finger down at him as if scolding a three year old. He sat there and looked at the shower then slowly got up and prissed his way into the living room. I rolled my eyes as a stripped down and returned to the shower. I let my body relax as the hot water wrapped around my muscles. All sleepiness melted away. Surely today would go by rather fast. As my thoughts began to ramble I caused myself unnecessary tumult. I jumped out of the shower and noticing the clock I ran for my closet. I was definitely going to be late. I danced around my apartment looking for any loose clean clothing. I then resulted to sweats and a tank top, let my hair do whatever it felt like, grabbed my glasses and lab top and headed for the kitchen. My apartment was not a fantastic cove of any sort, but it was very well kept and modest. Just your average up to date one room apartment with a large bathroom, large living room, and large kitchen, but it came with a small laundry room? I didn't get it either. I could have afforded a much more expensive living arrangement but I like the extra money. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast and bottled water before making my way to the door.

"Meow." I stopped in my tracks.

"Of course how could I ever forget you eat five times within the hour." I feed dartanyion before walking out the door.

"Good afternoon everyone, now today as you all know is the presentations for your heritage projects. Now I arranged for a guest speaker, but somehow I knew he would cancel. Luckily, while at a history museum on European, Asian folk lore and all that junk I ran into a historian." I laughed with the rest of the class as I entered the class room. "Ah Miss Violet how nice, you have come ten minutes earlier than last time, which makes you a mind blowing ten minutes late as opposed to your twenty, everyone give Miss Violet a round of applause." Everyone began to clap as I bowed dramatically.

"Always eager to learn Professor Renalde." He was one of those professors that quite frankly didn't care, and was quite laid back.

"Now back to what I was saying, I ran into Dr. Draco, who is currently stationed here for a week or two from his home in Prague." This caught my attention. I looked up in search for this man of Prague, I found him sitting in the corner of the room. In the most peculiar way, he sat with ease and serenity I had never seen, but what was most peculiar was that he was staring straight at me. I tried to look away but my eyes were transfixed on his blue. The deepest purest blue I had ever seen, he floated around this gloom of a shadow, as if he could walk on the air.

"With that being said, Dr. Draco would you like to have the floor." His body didn't move an inch only his eyes shifted…creepy.

"Of course." His voice floored my senses. So melodious, I held on to every vowel for as long as I could. I eye balled the room to see if I was the only one that noticed this. Every girl in the room was all ears, every man was totally clueless. Typical. He walked towards the room with dignity not seen in many steps of doctors. His accent was rough I couldn't place it. "Now Professor Renalde has explained that you were to do a heritage project, or discover your lineage, and since this is so, I will share mine. Now how many of you have heard of the all time legend Count Dracula?" I grew uneasy in my chair. Everyone seemed to raise their hand; he smiled….what kind of smile is that? Arrogant. But when his focus rested on my unraised hand his eyebrow seemed to rise. I prayed silently in my seat he would not question me aloud. "Well…" Phew, thank God. " I am the direct descendant of Count Vladious Dragula." He went on discussing how it came to be, and he added in the parts not most people knew, and then ended it mysteriously while receiving a round of claps from the room. He walked with unnatural grace back to his seat, and for the first time I noticed his physical appearance, how easily distracted his mere movement made me. He was absolutely gorgeous, perfectly chiseled features, long black hair pulled into a golden clip, black attire that screamed muscular body hidden under here! I stared at his chest just wondering what it looked like underneath. My eyes made my way back up to his mouth only to see pearly whites in a perfect roll revealed. What an enchanting smile. What? Enchanting smile? Why would I say that? My heart dropped when I saw it replaced by a smirk and his eyes dead on me…gleaming.

"Miss Violet, you're the last to go since you have passed up every other chance." Professor Renalde pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Has that much time already passed?

"I don't think I can…"

"Oh, whatever get up here." He rolled his eyes as I uneasily sat up my lab top with the notes I had needed. His gaze bore into me, I could just feel it. I looked down at my flip flops, ah, I wore crappy sweats he is probably disgusted. I cleared my throat.

"Ok, so …hello my name is Ivy Violet. I know it doesn't really go but moving forward. My heritage well it is quite weird actually I am related to the Scotts." The class seemed to giggle with amusement. The professor cleared his throat.

"We all know you are not related to any Scotts." He looked back down to his paper. "And for pity's sack would you quit making fun of them." Everyone knew of my uncharted hate for the Scotts and the annoying skirt things they wore. It made no sense.

"OK the truth is I am also related in some way to Count Dracula." This seemed to silence the room. Not even breathing could be heard. Dr. Draco seemed to move forward in his seat in a very boyish manner, resting his elbows crossed across the top of his knees, his chin resting on his balled fists.

"Well this is quite interesting, please do continue." His voice like silk floated across the room. My heart was currently jammed in my throat, but somehow I pushed forward.

"Well, do you remember when you briefly touched on Francesca, the mistress of Dracula's father Vlad Tepes?" His eyes grew curious.

"Yes, no one found out about her but Dracula himself."

"Well, I will have to prove you wrong, you see, once found out by Dracula, his father sent her away but not in a poor or unfeeling way. You see she was well taken care of, given money from him each month. However, she was with child. Tepes bastard child was kept in hiding and never discovered. Not even by Dracula's father. It was a girl whose name was Elaina Grey. And sent down through the lines with her was a written letter about her true background which was also sent to Tepes. He never received it but in truth the messenger was killed by an unknown animal attack. Due to this mysterious death Francesca fled the country coming to the America's only to carry descendants like me. I am the last of this blood line, the bastard child of Tepes."

"Well, Miss Violet, how interesting indeed." Dr. Draco seemed to draw back into a state of mind. For the rest of the class period he seemed to just stare at me, when the professor dismissed us I literally ran for the door.

Count Vladious Dragula