Hey guys this is my first story I've posted. I DID NOT COPY THIS!!! If someone else had the idea I'm so sorry but I started this ages again. Nice comments please

Love Maya

Chapter One: Have I seen you somewhere?

They all said I wasn't ordinary, but I didn't stop to ever acknowledge their presence. Budapest was a busy city and I rarely had time to stop and consider what people thought of me. It was true that I looked a lot like my ancestor with my long, curly red hair and dark eyes, but in reality I thought I was nothing like her. I was strong for my age and had seen no desire in making any contact with a man that could lower my independence.

So that day when I walked through the market and an older woman said "Sasha you shouldn't act so proud or you'll turn out just like her." I turned around for the first time and said "You don't know me old woman, or you'd keep your mouth shut."

She stared at me indignantly as I walked down the street, my mind elsewhere. I was only there for food anyways. It's not like I had come for the daily gossip. With a soft thump I ran into something solid and I looked up stubbornly into a pair of cool black eyes. I backed off slowly, trying to remember what my grandfather had said about eyes you couldn't read.

"Never trust a man who's eyes doesn't tell you what's exactly on his mind for a man with a heart will always wear it on his sleeve."

As I stared at this man, my pulse started to race for I noticed him observing me. "You look familiar to me." He said calmly his hands reaching out to touch my face.

I flinched slightly and moved back farther. "I'm sorry, but I've never met you." He smiled slightly…or was it a smirk?

"Oh no, I'm sure I've met you before." He replied. "You look just like someone I know. What is your name?" His voice seemed not like anyone I'd met before so I assumed he was either of a higher class or a foreigner and there was no reason to trust or disrespect either. He had long black hair that was pulled neatly up into a pony tail and two golden hoops hung from his ears.

"Nadia…I have no last name that I know of. My ancestors hid it a long time ago. I'm sorry though, there has only been one person who looked like me in my family and she's long dead." Or so I hoped, the rumors hadn't been pretty."

"Well Nadia, I believe you're wrong." He motioned to someone behind him and she appeared out of the darkness.

I stared in horror at her and I tried to control the sickness in my stomach that had suddenly appeared. I stuttered something about having hearing my father calling when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. "Let me introduce myself." He said calmly "My name is Vladislaus Dragulia and this is my bride Aleera."

"Master," Aleera stated "Who is this girl and why does she look like me?" she peered at me curiously and looked me up and down.

"Aleera this is your descendent Nadia." He stated and then his tone changed suddenly. "Go with your fellow brides to the jewelry stand." He ordered and she went with a sulky look on her face.

I squirmed in his grip, causing it to only grow tighter. "What do you want of me?" I cried and I looked for an opportunity to flee. He pulled me in close to him so our faces were face to face.

"Do you think I'd let a strong one like you to get away?" he smirked and I could see his white teeth gleam from his mouth. "I need some warmth in my undead life."

"I don't want to go with you!" I snapped, forgetting my place. "I have a life to live."

He looked at me and laughed "Oh little one, you will live a life, just not in the way you think. Do you really like living in a dingy house serving your father and brothers?"

That made me snap. "The way I live my life is none of your concern! What have you been doing, spying on how I live my life?!" When he gave no response my face paled. "Tell me Dracula, what do you want of me?"

"I'm in need of a new companion." He said calmly. "I find no pleasure in these brides." He looked back at the squealing women as they looked at the jewelry. "I need someone sensible."

"I will not be your whore." I growled.

"There is no need for you to be my whore. But I won't let you go untouched." He smiled in a way that seemed somewhat caring. Was that possible? "I will come back at night for your answer. Consider this my seal." And with that he sunk his teeth in to my neck lightly and I cried out as he pulled his teeth out slowly. He hadn't bitten hard enough to draw blood by my skin felt like it was on fire.

The woman that had scolded me rushed over as Dracula and his brides disappeared into the crowd. "What happened?" she said frantically as she held a wet piece of cloth to my neck.

"I sold my soul to the devil." I muttered as I looked at his retreating back.