Second fan fiction I've ever made and a lot different from the last one.
In this Vlad is going to be bad but it is a gradual evil and I'll see where that goes and what I want to do with it. It's definitely not like the program but just give it a chance please. I hope you like it! I've written it before in a note pad but I've wanted to change it for a while.
(Vlad's P.O.V)
"Vlad, Vlad, wake up!" A low growling voice shouts at me and I open my eyes to curse the person who interrupted the dream I was having about hanging with my friends at school, where it's bright and happy and calm...
"Vlad!" Again it comes and knowing I can't ignore it any longer I push open my coffin and start to sit up but bang my head back down with a crack and a horrible shooting pain when I see a hairy brown, greying face in front of me.
I sigh, annoyed at my self when I realise that it is Zoltan.
"Zoltan! Get lost!" I shout in his face and try to pull the coffin lid back down but he snaps at my hand.
"No it's your 16th birthday and your father wants you downstairs." I feel my eyes widen but I groan and jump out the coffin suddenly wide awake. Of course it's my 16th! How could I be so stupid?
The dream that made me happy only makes me sad now knowing that It can never again be something I can have. At least before today there was a slight chance.
I grudgingly pull on my black trackie bottoms and a blood red top with simple black pumps.
I remember a few years back wearing bright colours and some of it oddly actually makes me feel disgusted. After being crowned 'the chosen one' I started to chuck out all of that clothing and replace it with darker colours. First I brought in grey so it was still ok to be around normal people in and now I go for black reds and blues. I try to make it casual still.
I open the one window that's in my room to be in the sunlight for the last time. I'll be able to see it again but relaxing in it will be impossible unless I literally want to be burned to the ground. It will be the last time I see it with out hating it though.
"Master Vlad, he's going to get angry." Zoltan sounds exasperated.
"I'm coming Zoltan!" I shout back at him.
My temper has started to excelerate over the years as well.
Even though I had some powers way younger than any other vampire they have really started to advance after the crowning.
For those reasons though I am glad of how I sent all humans - except Renfield - out of my life with all of there brains set to never remember me or my kind. This is because I would and could possibly end up hurting them.
The crowning also changed my life style. I started to sleep in coffins and I sleep in the day which is why the sun I saw when i opened the window was a poor sun down that did not make me feel warm and human.
Sighing and knowing I can't put it off any longer i make myself walk down the stairs. As I go down I hear dad booming his voice around the castle.
When I enter the room that his voice led me too I'm welcomed by calls oh 'Happy birthday.' I smile, one that's not fake and I make a b-line for dad.
"Thank you." I tell him as soon as I get there, honestly grateful.
He smiles and nods at me. "Don't you worry son, now, you can have your present after the transformation." I push the idea of what that transformation is out of my head and look at dad. When he wants to be he can be a loving father like he is now but he would never let any one else but me see the side that I love.
Breaking my gaze away from dad I stare at the room before me. Everyone is either from the high council, family members or just random people wanting to see what 'the chosen one' will turn into.
My eyes settle in surprise on a girl who sharpens her nails in the corner.
"Ingrid?" I ask almost as a whisper, in total surprise. She hears me though, with her vampire hearing and her head pricks up.
I walk over to her and she looks un bothered. "Hey Vlad, you ok?"
"Um yeah, you know, it's not like I've been left to die by my sister in the last couple of years or anything." I say sarcastically.
"Oh Vlad, that was ages ago. It's not a big deal, you didn't actually die or anything. Any way, it's not like I tried to kill you myself is it?"
"You may have if I wasn't already half dead." I reply indignantly. I look at her properly for the first time as she shrugs in reply. She's grown up. Obviously not physically because she is frozen now but you can see it in her eyes and the things she wears.
Her eyes hold a scary kind of knowledge like she's already seen too much in her short amount of years. Her clothes show suffistication as well and I wonder where my sisters been since she left stokely. Vaguely I realise I have missed her taunting comments always aimed at me.
"How come dad even let you in?" I try and get something out of her.
"He didn't have a choice. I came with grandma and he won't argue with her nonsense." She waves a hand in the air nonchalantly and continues with her nails that already look like daggers. She won't be needing her teeth.
Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong...
The castle bell that signifies a Dracula child needing to go for there transformation tolls and I instantly tense up and everything goes silent.
Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong...
This time the sound makes the whole castle shake and I hold on to the wall to stop myself from falling.
Everyone stares at me and I nod at them to let them know I'm ready and I make my self look confident even though I want to faint. Someone presses a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly, to comfort me. I turn a fraction and see that its dad, Ingrid following close behind.
I hug dad;
"Thank you for everything you have done and taught me dad I will never forget it." I murmur in his ear.
I turn quickly knowing I don't have time but I do catch a glimpse of him wiping something away from his eyes furiously. Could it actually be a tear? It can't be. I push the unrealistic thought out of my head that can never be real and move on.
I do it quickly so she's caught off guard, but I hug Ingrid.
"Thank you for coming for me, even if it was only to see me fail." I feel her arms hug me and let me go so quickly that no one sees.
I do this only because I'm really not sure how I will turn out. No matter what happens to me, after the transformation I will be different but no one can know what change that will be, over than me being a vampire. I want my family to know that I was once compassionate if I turn evil and that at one point I did love them with all my heart and never took them for granted. Or you know, at one point I never tried to kill them.
Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong...
"I'm coming!" I shout at the castle then feel a bit stupid even though every vampire home has its own kind of personality.
I'm taken to the basement where the blood mirror is kept. The place where all our family goes to become a vampire.
I stare at the doors anxiously not wanting to approach them but dad pushes my back softly. "Come on Vlad you need to go." Dad tells me before clicking his fingers, making the doors open creepily and slowly.
I walk forward and the doors shut closed behind me blocking off any escape.
I will not try to though, I'm going to do this one way or another there is no point of trying to delay it, I've already sacrificed everything else for it now.
The mirror dawns in front if me, a golden frame with an intricate design that looks like vines and old runes. Standing on each side of it are things I'd describe as half goat half man. They look evil though, not nice and defenceless. They are made of gold too and the sharp ends of their horns glisten at me. In the mirror all I see is myself as being still human I still have a reflection.
I have an even paler completion than I used to I notice and that must be due to me deciding not to go outside the castle until we move. I've been haunting the castle. Dad, Renfield and I all have, we don't want to trigger any memories as the castle being up here is enough.
Suddenly the reflection of me blurs and when it settles again a man stands before me and after a few seconds I realise it is still in fact, me. In a way.
My vampire self. Not my reflection.
In the mirror my skin is almost translucent with how pale it is, I did not think it could get any paler but now it's startling.
My eyes are pitch black, showing my human self what they can look like and then cool back in to a shade darker than my original blue.
Then there is the hair, even shorter than the short hair style I put it in a few weeks ago. It is darker and has the similarity of colour to a ravens feathers. I have to admit that I love it.
I stare in to the face of the new man I see that looks like a familiar stranger. I look at my nose, mouth and other features and happily notice they look particularly the same but are just more angular. My jaw though looks even sharper than it now is, I have taken on that Dracula quality. In the mirror they look like they could cut steel.
The hole body seems to pulse with energy and I wonder how much I will have. I hide what I can do now but I know it already matches at least one member of the high vampire council. The mousles coil under the pail skin as the mirror me tenses and relaxes. More pronounced than my own. They look stronger and ready to pounce.
Finally I find my self envying the clothes against my wishes.
The man in the mirror wears skinny black jeans with biker boots embroidered with fangs. Then the top is more of the colour of blood than my own. I know this from seeing blood so many times, having to pass a glass to dad or him trying to get me to try a taste and placing it under my nose before I'm even a vampire! What an idiot he can be.
My favourite is the leather jacket though. You can tell its real leather, it flies around him like he's been blasted by wind. The threading is red and an embroidered fang like the ones on the shoes cover the pockets.
"Are you finished staring yet?"
I jump at the deep monotone voice a few octaves lower than mine. It talks! Of course it does. I instantly feel like banging my head on a wall.
An idea pops into my head that I'm surprised I've forgotten.
"One last thing. Fangs?"
I watch as he chuckles. Low and leering then slowly the fangs descend, I know he's doing it to annoy and possibly scare me as vampires can make there fangs come down in a flash. The fangs are amazing I realise as I stare at them wide eyed. There are more fangs than any over vampire that are longer and look sharper too. In a way they remind me of dads but doubled. And they are blazingly bright. They even stand out against the skin.
I smile even though if I was a good vampire I wouldn't do it. I shouldn't be happy.
"Come on then, let's get this over with." I say to him and he looks surprised by my nonchalance but it's how I'm trying to act. I'm oddly excited in side but I try to act like I know what I'm doing. He rips himself out of the mirror and towards me.
"Ok so since I'm more powerful I'll be..." He says it so confidently that I almost back down but instead i cut him off grabbing the man by the wrists like my sister did. This is my plan basically, ever since she did it I've thought this the best way. I've never told any body that this is the way I wanted to do it.
It works which nearly makes me jump for joy but instead I focus. The man screams and then our bodies blend and merge and everything feel weird and weightless. Then there's the pain, it's excruciatingly and I feel myself fall to the ground, my knees cracking against the cold hard floor.
I really hope you have liked this. I'm going to keep going between my two fanfictions so this will be carried on it's not just a one shot!
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