Nov, 20th, 1801.
Nevra cried as she watched a man dressed in black drag her unconscious mother out the door of their cottage. She never liked this man. He would come to their house always asking her mother to live with him. He seemed to be deeply in love with her. She refused. Her mother said she had only one person to love, her little girl. She shut the door on him. Furiously, the man knocked the door down with his immortal strength. He stormed in, punched her mother in the head knocking her out, and dragged her.
A lot of men wanted to be with her, she was pretty for her age, also for the fact her husband was dead. It was only her and her mother…Verona.
The little girl watched still as the man transformed into a hideous bat like monster and flew off into the night with Verona in his grasp. She was not shocked at the monster. IT was normal for Transylvanians to see these things.
Nevra was now alone. She hid in a corner and cried. Her doll that her mother made her was clutched in her little hands. Strands of her jet black hair clung to her tears.
A woman stepped into her house hours later, she heard Nevra crying. She carefully took the little girl. She took care of her.
Nevra grew up. She married into a rich family. She had children. Her children had children. This went on and on until the present. These people were the ancestors and family of Raven.
August 12th 2004
Raven entered the castle. She thought she would feel uneasy, buy she felt more as if she was at home, but also she felt alone. The dark, empty rooms greeted her as she walked farther into the castle.
She was satisfied. After all these months of learning Romanian, and studying her family tree, she decided to see her roots, a.k.a, her ancestors. She traveled from the states all the way to Transylvania. Plus she heard the castle is in the will of her Grandfather. It belonged to her ancestor, who was married to a man named Vladslaius Dracula. He was a count.
She liked the castle. It was like the one she imagined it to be. Black bricks, lots of candles, lonely, and beautiful.
Raven liked dark things, she dressed dark all the time. She wore a black skirt that was a few inches above her knees, a corset top with lots of beads on it, knee high boots that tied all the way up, and a black trench coat.
The echoes from her heels rang in the hall. She came to the end. A large stairway was in front of her. She went all the way down to the 2nd level. She kept walking.
"Hello" she called. No reply. Her grandfather had been right, the castle must have been vacant for years.
"Who are you?" It was a mans voice. She turned around. A man with the same hair color as her in a black outfit stood before her. He looked like he was dressed from the past.
"Who are you?" She couldn't quite understand him, his accent was heavy, but he was speaking Romanian.
"Piteti sa vorbeti may inset?" She asked him to speak more slowly.
"Cum Va numeti?" He asked her for her name.."
"Nemele meu este Raven." She told him her name was Raven.
"Vorbeti Engezeste?, Din Pacate , vorbesc numai, putin romeneste." She asked him if he spoke English due to the fact she only spoke a little Romanian.
"Yes, I speak English, why are you here?" She walked nearer to him. She felt annoyed with the way he looked her up and down.
"The question is, why are you here? I am here to see this castle, whether or not to take it." She looked around. "I like what I see so far.
"Are you going mad, girl, this is my home!"
"No sir, this home belonged to my Great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother Verona and her husband. I don't see why you're here." The man's face turned pale.
"What is wrong, Sir?"
"I know who you are talking about." She asked him his name.
"I am Count Vladslaius Dracula." Her jaw fell down in shock. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. He let her hand go. Her arm fell to her side. She stood there dumbfounded. She went a few paces back.
"This cant be, that was who she was married to."
"I live forever my dear, but I do not see how she could have a desend-" He remembered that day when he forcefully took her from her house. That little girl must have been her child. She was twenty four after all.
He shook his head.
"Never mind."
"Back to your name though, if you were him, you'd be like a vampire, or something that lived forever, this was over 200 years ago, you don't look old, maybe 40 something but…" Dracula gave her a dirty look when she analyzed how he looked according to his age.
"I am 589 years old." Raven laughed.
"Yeah, and I lost all my excess weight eating Crispy Cream donuts."
"What are those," he asked her. She shook her head in frustration.
"Look, why don't you go back to where ever you came from-" she walked nearer to him and stopped when she was inches away from him. Then she continued.
"Or better yet, go to the nearest insane asylum and register yourself. You are one weird dude." She put her hand in her pocket opening her knife up. She wasn't sure what he would do next. He was smiling inside. He admired her boldness. She must have not knew who he was.
"I am serious, I am a vampire." Raven folded her arms and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was dealing with this.
"Prove it." Dracula smiled.
"Very well." He transformed into a hideous bat monster and stood in front of her. Raven nearly fainted from shock. He went back to his usual form.
"Need anymore proof?" He laughed. She was speechless.
