A few disclaimers before anyone gets all flustered. This is set before Van Helsing appears and while Anna is growing up. Dracula is not dead and has only two wives for the time being. The main character is not Dracula's son by birth or weird experimentation, but was chosen.

Yes, I couldn't stay away from the Vampire world. Though it is not Twilight, this movie was actually my first true taste of adoration for vampires. I had always liked them, but this movie made me love them. Enjoy.

The doors to my chambers burst open with eager anticipation. "My son! Our master is calling you!"

Grumbling incoherent words, I refused to look at my mother. "Yes, I know. I can feel the desire for my company just rolling off of his shoulders."

Verona, my mother, seemed quite displeased with my bad mood. What had caused it, I wasn't entirely sure. But there were many things that could have attributed to my harsh tone and indecent demeanor lately. My eternal damnation for one. Or perhaps my failed attempts at escaped the week prior.

"You mock your master!" Mother fluttered her hand to her heart looking ever more the desirable creature my father usually liked to gaze at.

"No. I simply state the truth." There was no point in trying to make her see what he did to her. She was forever hooked onto his smile, his actions, his irrational madness, his deliberate attempt to tease her, his very essence of life—or, for lack of a better word, existence.

Standing up without little thought to the motion I ventured out into our iced over hallways giving no thought to how slick the ground felt underneath my riding boots. Any average human would have tripped and fallen, but my immortal balance kept me upright at all times. Even upright while strutting on the ceiling—which I rarely ever did. Walking with hands clutched behind my back a heavy sigh escaped my lips. "Mother, I'm not going to break a window and flee this time. You can leave me."

There was a quivering wail, one that crumpled the walls in agony. "You are so cruel to me."

Stopping, hand covering my eyes, I turned around. She was right. I was being incredibly indecent to one of the few women who I could love. Placing my arms around her slim shoulders, I pressed her into my chest. She inhaled at my scent, her fangs just probing out from underneath her top lip. "My son, you smell just like him." Her thick accent ran curiously deep this time making my arms fall. It would do no good to confuse the already bewitched vampire with my scent and her husband's.

This only proved matters to have worsened. I truly was going to become the son of the Devil. Just like him.

"Thank you, mother." I whispered with as much kindness as I could muster. "Now, run along and tell Aleera I shall join her in a few hours."

She smiled gaily up at me having no clue that I was lying. I didn't want to be around Aleera that night or any other night. My chosen bride was no picnic.

This night was going to be just like ever other night. My master would lecture me, rave at me, laugh at me and then altogether apologize and excuse his behavior. He wasn't too happy with the thought that I was his successor seeing as the Devil was putting his existence to a close. Didn't matter. I planned on leaving soon anyways—with or without Vlad's consent. Even if it was by death through his hand, I would break free of this prison.

It was particularly dark as I entered the main hall expecting to find my master standing in the middle of his ice castle. This night was of no interest to me as was any other night, but I knew there was something amiss when the hall was lit with fire. Odd—because we rarely ever had light in the castle.

"You sent for me, master?"

Father waved his hand off at me, circling around an object that I was not acknowledge. Being around the man was sickening enough. Having to feign interest in his personal exploits was even worse. "I know what you're thinking, Aleksei. It isn't very gentlemanly of you to think such things about me." He circled the moving object again brushing a ringed hand over the top of its fine curled mass. "Look at it, Alek. I plucked it from the very lowest streets of St. Petersburg. No one will miss it." His eyes flickered in deep amusement as he stared down at the mass. "I just—couldn't resist this time. It will be fun torturing the poor, defenseless, thing. Give me something to do other than obsess about my impeding death or the dead children I have yet to bring to life."

I finally looked down at the creature. A woman. How original.

"Don't mock me." Vlad hissed underneath his breath.

I didn't apologize. Our relationship was far to complicated for me to show any emotion towards the beast. He didn't deserve it.

"For Christ's sakes will you please stop obsessing over your death? It's been thirty years now. You could at least learn to get over it."

"Unlike you, I enjoyed my human existence."

There was a slapping sound and it took me a moment to realize it was my cheek that had made the noise. I chuckled somewhat. He knew he couldn't hurt me—kill me, yes. But hurt me? I was just as strong as he was if not stronger.

"You're confidence is most annoying, son."

I grinned and winked in his direction.

My shoulders slammed into the rock of the far distanced wall. But this was to be expected. I always left the room with my clothes disheveled somehow. I stifled my laugh, snapping my shoulder blades back into place.

Tapping back over to my father, I stood with entertainment fixed on my brow.

Vlad rose and eyebrow and began to laugh at me, clasping me on the shoulder. Then, moving off towards the heap on the ground, he sniffed the air above it. "Smells like the dung of all the world." His focus shifted towards another far off hallway. "But there is the smell of my wives in need of me." Vlad was suddenly torn, mingling in his own mixed emotions he seemed to be having lately. All part of the process, Marishka had once told me. Pity for her, he slapped her silly one she revealed that to me. I wasn't supposed to know when Vlad would die—or be killed. I was only supposed to know that he would die, and when the time came, it would be sudden. Unexpected.

"For your speculation in the matter of my death and for your recent mood which has put the rest of this castle in unease, I am punishing you. I condemn you to babysitting this creature until I have time to truly appreciate it. Take it to the North tower."

My hands flew up in surrender. "You've got to be joking."

"You are now the babysitter of the human. Have fun with it." Vlad stepped over the creature on the ground, kicking it as he passed, but carried on in almost a skip. Had I known better thirty years ago, I would have taken this man as a lunatic. Which he was.

But my idiocy proved to do me the worst and now, here I was, in the middle of an icy hallway playing babysitter. I should be working on securing that country retreat in the Alps that Vlad had wanted—but no. I must torture a creature that I had forgotten existed beside my feet.

I glanced down at the thing, not really looking for details, just to make sure that it was still breathing. Its black hair covered only its face and some of its shoulders—the hair wasn't even long enough to pull up into an elegant twist. It was like every other Romanian woman's within the city and tanned skin from working out in the dry fields under clouded sun. The creature lay limp on the ground, one arm outstretched beside my boot. I wanted to gag at such a pitiful site. Nothing of excitement came to mind as I tapped its arm with my shoe. I should have just ignored Vlad's calling to me. I usually did—so why hadn't I?

Because I was still connected to him somehow. No matter how far away from him I was, we were connected. At the drop of a hat I would come to his aid even if I despised him more than what I was about to take on. A monstrosity I would become placing fear in the hearts of all who saw me. There was no point trying to kill myself—I'd already tried that.

"Come on, you." I shoved it a little with my shoe once more. It didn't move. "Can't you move?"

It muffled something into the cold ground. The thing was shivering but not complaining. Well, at least I wouldn't have to deal with one of those. Whining humans were the worst. Especially when I was trying to feed off of them. Speaking of which I should just kill it and—

Don't even think about it. His voice came to me swiftly, cutting me off in mid thought. So he was still watching my thoughts. Trust would take a long time to gain back and yet I did not want it. Not from him, at least.

Placing a death cold hand on her arm, I lifted it up in one single stroke. She didn't utter a sound. For one fleeting second I thought she were truly dead just standing there. But her foot slipped and back onto the ground she floundered.

"Master told me that you would have some difficulty with the female." A laugh ripped from the brilliant lungs of my promised, Aleera. She swaggered her way over to me with her lips lightly swishing from side to side. If I was a male pure of lust she would have been exactly my type. But, unlike her hopes, I wasn't. I did not even see her as beautiful because of it—or maybe that was because I knew how truly vile she was. Always teasing and toying with everyone around her. Always following the whims of her predecessors.

"Leave us, Aleera. I don't need your help."

Her lower lip jutted out in a gorgeous pout. "Why are you so mean to me, Alek? After all I try to do for you?"

Images flickered in her head—ones I didn't wish to see. She had our entire sex life coursed out for the rest of our existence, all the games we would play and the pleasures we would take. I snarled in disgust to her and fortunately, she hissed and backed down. Taking hold of the thing again, I began to drag it towards the North Tower. Human footsteps were uncommonly slow but she was able to keep pace with me. I was surprised considering her state of well being. Shoving her into a cramped room of the North Tower, I took little pause to the actions of my hands which locked the door. Hopefully, I wouldn't forget her.

But I didn't care and I wouldn't ever care. The thing could die in there and I still wouldn't give it a second thought. I shuddered at my new personality trait. I hadn't been like this ten years ago. The ebb was catching up to me and my character traits. I was to become an uncaring creature intent on torturing all the world, striking fear in the hearts of man.

Yes, I truly was becoming just like Dracula.

A/N: Alek's name is pronounced A-Lex-Ee just incase anyone's wondering.