hana: I am stuck with my other fanfic. I'm taking a break from the chapter
and trying a new fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing the movie or the person, or Dracula as they belong to their owners.
Only the characters you don't recognize are mine.
Tears of the Dead
chapter 1: Why?
The sound of footsteps on the stairs rouses me from my sleep, I roll over and look at the clock 9:30 it reads.
"Vladimir," my mother says through the door, "come downstairs, I have a few things I wish to speak with you about."
"Alright Mama, I will."
I throw on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans from my closet and run a brush through my black hair. I study my reflection in the mirror, I'm on the tall side thin, but not skeletal looking, and I have piercing ice blue eyes. Mama says that I get them from my father, but there are no pictures of him for me to know if I did. I make sure all of the lights are off and windows shut and head downstairs. For the first time in a while there is no feeling of warmth from Mama as she greets me in the living room. She gestures for me to sit on the couch as she takes a seat in the chair across from it.
"My son, there is something you need to know. there is a reason that you never knew your Father, and why the villagers fear you. But I am not going to be able to tell you the whole truth before he gets here."
"Who is coming Mama? What reason?"
"Your father has finally come back to get you, you will be leaving with him and going to America. You have no choice in this, neither do I."
"You can't just let me go with him; I don't even know him Mama! I won't go!"
Just as she is about to answer there is a knock on the front door. Mama gets up and goes to answer it, I run back upstairs slamming my door in the process and locking it. 'I won't go and leave Mama here, nobody can make me. Especially not a Father who was never around!' I can hear Mama and someone else arguing downstairs, it sounds like a man. I hear footsteps again as the voices come closer to my door, then a knock; I ignore it and sit on my bed. There is another knock and a jingle on my doorknob, more angry voices. Mama sounds frantic as she asks me to open the door. I hear a male voice address me for the first time,
"Vladimir Dragomir, open this door before I break it down!"
"Please open the door, son! He will punish you if you don't listen!"
I walk over to the window and open it, looking out at the village and up to see the stars. I continue to ignore them both. The sky is so clear here, you can see the stars for miles until the mountains block your view, and when the moon is full the village looks like a painting full of blues and blacks, hinted at with silver moonlight. It is absolutely breath taking. The sound of splintering wood rouses me from my thoughts. I turn from my window and see HIM. He has Mama by the arm and she is crying, begging him not to harm me for not listening.
"Who do you think you are? Let my Mama go!"
"Vladimir, he is your father! He is..."
"I am Count Vladislaus Dracula, and yes I am your father. You are to either address me as Father or Count. I will not be called Papa, dad or daddy. You are coming with me to America, pack light."
With that said he lets Mama go, turns on his heel and goes downstairs. I turn to Mama, she is as pale as a sheet she is so scared. I want to comfort her, but I partly blame her for the situation we are in now.
"Does he really expect me to go with him?"
"Yes son, do not make him wait. I have family in America, my sister Emily Night; get in touch with her as soon as you get to America here is her address."
I take the piece of paper and put it in my pocket. She urges me to hurry and then heads downstairs again. I take out my bag and put in a weeks worth of clothing, my tooth brush and hair brush. The last thing I add is a picture of Mama and me from when I was about 12. I was sun burnt and smiling; Mama was wearing her hat and smiling too. Those were the happiest times of my life, and this is my favorite picture, it was the only time I ever went out in the sun. I got burnt so badly that it took me a week to heal completely. It was agonizing.
I place it carefully between two shirts so that nothing will happen to it. I zip it up and turn to grab my jacket only to see him standing at the top of the stairs. I ignore him, grab my jacket and push past him with my bag. He grabs my shoulder and I look up at him.
"We are leaving tomorrow night; it is too close to dawn. Be ready to go by nightfall."
"Why do I have to leave? Why do the villagers hate me so? What did I do?"
"You, you did nothing. Did your mother tell you nothing?"
"What was she supposed to tell me? She only ever told me that my father wasn't around anymore. I thought that she meant you were dead!"
"Vladimir, you are not her son biologically. She found you when all of your siblings died. You are the sole survivor of my children. Your biological mother is dead. You are MY son, not hers. You aren't even human. And yet you do not eat our natural food source. I wonder why that is?"
"What do you mean 'not even human' of course I am human. And humans eat food, I eat food. That still doesn't explain why the villagers hate me. Or why I burn in the sun."
" You, my son, are a Vampire, a natural born, pure blooded vampire."
" What? You have to be kidding me…."