Disclaimer- other than what people say (or I would like to say) I don't own anything recognizable (I would, however, very much like to own Transylvania, the Valerious Castle and Dracula, but sadly, I don't. /sigh/)
I do own the plot, and most of the characters, and you can't have it!
/starting price: one turnip/
And now: Our feature presentation-
It was a dark and stoooooormy night, well, kind of.
A light rain was falling from the sky, a sign that winter was passing to spring. The town's people of Transylvania celebrated the warmer weather, and coming sunshine, even though the threat of the night no longer haunted them, they were still wary at night and stayed inside most of the time. Even so, spring brought longer days full of sweet, sweet sunshine.
The only one that didn't like the sun, it seemed, was a young woman in the town. She had always shied away from the sun, staying in the shade and walking about at night. The children dubbed her "Vampress." because of her strange nocturnal activities. Her parents often worried about her at night, but she had seen the Vampires fly many a time, and no harm had come to her, she had always stayed in the shadows. Many thought her obsession with night and darkness was unnatural, but she was loved by the townspeople for her good nature and incredible strength and beauty.
"Full house, jack's over two's." but she was disliked by many of the older men for having unnatural poker abilities.
"Stasia, you cheater!" said a disgruntled player. "Nothing up my sleeve, you're just bitter 'cause you have to pay me tonight!" she said, pushing up her long sleeves and holding out her hand. The large man dropped a large purse of coins in her hand and stormed out the door, grumbling and nearly knocking over someone trying to come in. Stasia's eyes went wide as she looked at her week's 'earnings', but looked completely unimpressed other wise. It was nearly midnight; she was one of the only three people that occupied space in the only pub in her small town. She counted the money and put it in the deepest pocket in her trousers. She went up to the bar and sat on one of the large chair-like stools. Stasia looked outside and instinctively watched the sky. It had been three years since the stranger; Van helsing had suddenly appeared in their village. When he left, the news reached far and wide that the Vampires were gone. But some didn't believe it and still stayed in their homes when the sun went down. Stasia found herself strangely saddened when she heard the news that Dracula and his brides were gone, she always loved to watch them fly, like exotic birds, piercing the night sky with huge wings. (But, she always her turned her head when they caught someone to eat.) There was a certain feeling of freedom, knowing that walking about at night wouldn't be a signed death sentence.
"My usual, Earl."
she said to the bartender. He poured a dark brown cloudy liquid into
a tall glass and gave it to her. The stranger had sat on the stool
next to hers, "Bourbon, please." he requested quietly. The
barkeep poured a shot glass full and handed it the stranger, who
seemed to just want to stare into the swirling liquid. "Hello."
Stasia said. The stranger turned to look at her, "Good evening."
he replied and looked questioningly at her drink, she smiled, "Apple
juice." she said, downing the rest of it. She threw a couple coins
on the counter and stood, gathering her cape and hat. She looked at
the stranger once more and found he was looking back at her, she
smiled and he smiled kindly, then turned back to his drink,
disappearing beneath his high-collared black cape. Only his hair was
visible from where Stasia was standing, a long, messy ponytail kept
together with an attractive silver clip.
She left, walking home the
darkness she loved...
I swear! I have full intentions to make this story better!
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