HEY! So this is my new Bloodlines story. I hope you like it. I do not own Bloodline. but I wish i did. Any comments or reviews will be appreciated. Thanks!!! I love the rant on april 30th....love it.
Midnight Dreams
Name: Elizabeth Lixandroiu
Nickname: Lisa
Age: Looks about twenty.
Height:5'10"
Weight:130lbs
Hair: Black in long layers
Eyes: Emerald green.
Country of Origin: Romania But currently resides in London, England.
Race: vampire, under Cain.
Journal of Elizabeth Lixandroiu
April 24, 2012
London, England
Bennet Hall
It was night on a battle field. Most of the soldiers were sleeping. Except for one particular solider. He was quite beastly in nature. He leapt from his trench quickly advancing on an enemy soldier in the no man's land. He quickly caught him, his raven hair shone in the moon light as he bent the man's head back and bit his neck, draining him of blood.
That was my Dream tonight. I was utterly flabbergasted at the clarity of this dream. I doubted that I would have had to alert Cain though. He has always been interested in my dreams that had this level of clarity, mostly because they come true, but this event happened almost a century ago. Questions buzzing in my Mind I got out of bed. I walked to Cain's room, lethal amounts of sunlight outside none the less, I could hear the birds chirping merrily in sunlight, an event I have to witnessed for more than two millennia . I knocked softly, hearing giggles and movement inside.
"Who is it?" Cain called, obviously annoyed at whoever had came calling.
"I had a dream. An special one." I called, Cain whipped open the door, wearing only a bed sheet, Jessica, his new bride, lay naked on the bed.
"What happened?" He rushed closing the door.
"It's not like the others." I began as Cain opened one of the parlors and motioned for Me to sit down.
"Tell me." He Urged.
"Okay. I was on a battle field in the past, watching a young solider killing people, He was a vampire." I muttered. "I wouldn't have thought much about it, but it was so vivid. So real, I could hear the man's blood rushing in his body, I could smell the blood, and I could hear each hurried swallow the man took before walking calmly back his trench." She finished and waited for Cain's response.
"World war one?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm sure of it." I muttered.
"This is defiantly an oddity even for you. I would like you to tell me your dreams every mourning from now on. Go back to bed." Cain muttered gently before standing, still grasping the sheet close to him, he doesn't look a day older than the day he changed me.
I went back to my room and write this now as I wait for sleep to reclaim me.
(Later)
I have awoken from yet another dream about this young solider. This time he was attending Oxford! In my dream he was a handsome young man, but lacking his vampiric quality. He appears in my head very popular. In my dream, a male student call him 'Quincey.' I shall ask Cain if there are any vampires named Quincey in any of the main lines.
April 25
I have found that there is only one Quincey. He had been in Dracula's line around the time my dream has been. I told Cain at breakfast this mourning. He seemed quick shocked at my specific question, but promptly looked in his books and found one Quincey, Quincey Harker. Cain, as well as myself know nothing as to what these dreams mean. But Their accuracy to produce a name is remarkable.
(later)
We have checked the status of one Quincey Harker, His whereabouts are unknown, but assumed dead. As I ready for bed. I wonder what tonight's dreams if anything will I learn tonight.
April 26
I am just waking. It is the middle of the day. I dream of Harker's initiation as a vampire. His father had tricked him by inviting a "relative" to do it. He called her Rebecca. I watched her seduce him in her hotel room. She turned him in a cemetery, and they shared several moment were I wished I had not been watching. She made promises to him. She promptly left him though, with out warning. He seemed very upset.
These dreams have gotten increasingly more vivid. I could almost feel the lust coming off Quincey in the graveyard. I shall tell Cain as soon as night falls, but there is little to do. So I shall try sleeping.
(Later)
I have had another dream. It was an other of Quincey's Loves, this one's name was Lilly, Lilly Shaw. They were at a small town I am sure do not know. It was once again in England. This girl had a different personality, pure, sweet, but quite dense. I am still tired but as the sun will be setting soon, I see no reason to try to fall back asleep. I must go. Someone is knocking.
It was Cain. He finds my dreams amusing. He does not seem to mind that visions of a World War One veteran is plaguing my dreams.
Journal of Quincy Harker
November 6, 1908
Oxfordshire, England
Oxford University
It is my twenty first birthday! I had to make up an excuse to leave with Rebecca though. We walked. Until we came accost a delightful little graveyard. I am almost fully Vampire. I will return home shortly before St. Andrew's Eve so I may complete the transformation there.
Journal of Elizabeth Lixandroiu
April 30, 2012
London, England
Bennet Hall
It has been nearly a week and the Dreams of Harker have been persistent. Cain had since dismissed them as flashbacks from the past and told me to bother him no more with them.
I would Have liked to dismiss them as well but...everything kept getting realer, such as my dream from last night. The one that made Cain notice that these were no flashbacks.
It was nighttime..
Quincey Harker was in shackles. He was in a dingy prison cell, his face thin and gaunt. The power no longer. For the first time I was in the dream with him. I could feel the pull of a St. Andrew's Eve moon, the slight nip to the air, the smell of dispair and desperation on him. I touched the rough brick of the wall to find it solid. I was in such a state of panic that i almost did not hear the metallic clang from the door being opened. Then I saw him...A Monk. A supposed holy man. Holy men do not carry stakes.
Was this how Quincey Harker was to die? I pleaded with him, only to find myself with no voice. He sprang up and ripped the shackels from the wall, and bit into the Monk with such force that the room was sprayed with blood.
I woke with a start as I always do with such dreams. This time however it was different. I was covered in blood. Human blood. Like I was there aswell. I ran to tell Cain. He looked at me in Horror. Once again escorting me to the Parlor in his bed sheet. He told me that I was covered in Blood. My face. My body. Everything.
"What happened this time?" He mumbled handing her another towel to wipe as much blood off as possible.
"He bit someone so hard that they're blood sprayed. And, well." She motioned to her macabre appearance.
"I am going to find out what's going on. I will send a Messenger to Castle Dracula tonight. Maybe there is some clue." The sun will be setting soon. Why don't you get cleaned up?" He nodded dismissing her. She lingered in the parlor a minute before she heard Jessica start yelling. Jessica didn't have a pleasant demeanor to begin with add in her new husband running out of the room naked to talk to another girl wasn't helping. I rushed quickly back to my room and showered and blood free writing in you, dearest.
(Later)
Jessica is no more. I killed her. To say the least Cain is not pleased with me at the moment.
I can't say I'm sorry. I'm not. Jessica had no more been a Harem girl for five years human three vampire. She had only been married to Cain a week before she stole some of my jewelry. That was half of their union. Although that I could have dealt with. What made me rip her heart out (Quite literally I might add. I guess I'm a bit to pleased with myself) was that she dumped an entire gallon of blood over my head and preceeded to make fun of my dreams about Quincey Harker. Apparently Cain was telling her about them every night and it inferitated her. She went to grab my hair in meaning to attack me. I am centuries old. She is a three year old. I won with a simple flick of my wrist.
Well. Then Cain heard the screaming of her maids, came running, and now I'm confined to my room until the messenger gets back from Romania.
Stupid Jessica.
May 1
Still no sign of the messenger. Although now Cain is letting me out of my room. I sent a letter of apology. One of the fakest I've ever wrote, but if it lets me roam the halls at will, who cares. I'm still not allowed in his wing. He hasn't been this mad since I killed Adrian, which still confuses me. He didn't even like her....
Once again I must go. Someone knocks.
(Later)
It was Cain. I assumed he was going to yell at me. He took me into his rooms.
"Why did you kill Jessica!?" He raged twirling around.
"Because she's a slut who was sleeping with your guards. Stealing jewelry. Yelling at everyone, mocking my dreams and finally attacking me." I yelled back into his face.
"She was what?" He yelled.
"I don't know what What you mean. But yes she did all of it." I muttered sitting on his bed. Cain growled in frustration shoving his hands through his long black hair.
"So she was a pain in everyone's ass not just mine?" He smirked.
"Are you kidding? She was sweet. Then she started whining. Horrible whining about how I never pay attention to her." He huffed sitting beside her. He was looming over her she could feel the breath on her temple. He pushed back her raven hair from her face.
"Milord!" The messenger called. "Something is going on wrong in Castle Dracula. It's like a time warp or something." The man strode in, she recognized him as a high level page for Cain himself. " It's like each room will transport you to a different time. But no one in the present is living there."
"Okay. Thank you." Cain muttered dismissing him. "There is only one action left to do." He said pulling far from here.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Go to castle Dracula." He said solumly.