If anyone told me I would become a vampire, sired and lorded over by Count
Dracula a few months ago, I would have died of laughing. But now...
Where Do I Start?
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I was a 17 year old female, my hair the color of night (my favorite) and my eyes a brown so dark it appeared black. I had a natural talent for writing- and an unnatural love for the unusual and supernatural. Yet, with all my intelligence, all my skills- my marks were disappointing. I could not help but wonder why I was here for. I knew I was here for a purpose-but looking at the road ahead, it seemed-uncertain. Little did I know-Satan's minions had began to unfold their wings.....
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Then, one night, as I was reading, I heard a knock on the door. My servant Josephina-a thin, quiet woman went to answer it. Then, she knocked on my parents' doors. I quietly sneaked out to see who could be calling after 10. Josephina was in some sort of trance somewhat, saying the gentleman outside would not enter until he was invited. Puzzled-and somewhat appalled, they asked him to come in.
The stranger was dressed in fine attire-almost antiquated and of an old military style. His hair was as dark as mine, and in a ponytail. Two strands fell in between his eyes. And the oddest thing about him was that he wore a single earring in one ear. He had classical, strangely handsome features. He took my mother's hand and kissed it, like a true gentleman.
"May I be so bold to ask, good Sir, what are you doing here at this hour?"
"I apologize for coming at such an hour, but my days are...spent somewhat. I shall not beat around the proverbial bush. I have seen your daughter's writings and illustrations. I must say, they are interesting, quite- refreshing for such her age."
"They are?"
"Yes. Indeed. May I ask, if I may take her under my wing for a few months- to...broaden her mind about Literature and the Arts?"
Both were stunned. So was I. Yet, I felt excitement build up in me. Finally, a kindred spirit!
"Take your time, good Sir and Madam. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Dracula. Count Dracula."
Strange...I swore I heard that somewhere....
Clicking his heels, he bid them farewell and said he would return in a week's time for their reply-and he left. Just like that.
As I quietly ran back to bed, I turned out the lights and went to bed. Then, before Sleep took me in its gentle embrace, a thought occurred to me: HOW did the Count arrive at our estate? For all I knew, I was certain he had NOT arrived with a carriage or whatever transport whatsoever. Then how....
Sleep took me then.
Where Do I Start?
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I was a 17 year old female, my hair the color of night (my favorite) and my eyes a brown so dark it appeared black. I had a natural talent for writing- and an unnatural love for the unusual and supernatural. Yet, with all my intelligence, all my skills- my marks were disappointing. I could not help but wonder why I was here for. I knew I was here for a purpose-but looking at the road ahead, it seemed-uncertain. Little did I know-Satan's minions had began to unfold their wings.....
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Then, one night, as I was reading, I heard a knock on the door. My servant Josephina-a thin, quiet woman went to answer it. Then, she knocked on my parents' doors. I quietly sneaked out to see who could be calling after 10. Josephina was in some sort of trance somewhat, saying the gentleman outside would not enter until he was invited. Puzzled-and somewhat appalled, they asked him to come in.
The stranger was dressed in fine attire-almost antiquated and of an old military style. His hair was as dark as mine, and in a ponytail. Two strands fell in between his eyes. And the oddest thing about him was that he wore a single earring in one ear. He had classical, strangely handsome features. He took my mother's hand and kissed it, like a true gentleman.
"May I be so bold to ask, good Sir, what are you doing here at this hour?"
"I apologize for coming at such an hour, but my days are...spent somewhat. I shall not beat around the proverbial bush. I have seen your daughter's writings and illustrations. I must say, they are interesting, quite- refreshing for such her age."
"They are?"
"Yes. Indeed. May I ask, if I may take her under my wing for a few months- to...broaden her mind about Literature and the Arts?"
Both were stunned. So was I. Yet, I felt excitement build up in me. Finally, a kindred spirit!
"Take your time, good Sir and Madam. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Dracula. Count Dracula."
Strange...I swore I heard that somewhere....
Clicking his heels, he bid them farewell and said he would return in a week's time for their reply-and he left. Just like that.
As I quietly ran back to bed, I turned out the lights and went to bed. Then, before Sleep took me in its gentle embrace, a thought occurred to me: HOW did the Count arrive at our estate? For all I knew, I was certain he had NOT arrived with a carriage or whatever transport whatsoever. Then how....
Sleep took me then.
