Dracula's son, By Ciaran and Coal Corby

Chapter 1: a chip off the old fang

Mihnea woke in his grave with his father bending over him. Vlad was forcing blood from his own bleeding wrist into Mihnea's mouth. Oddly, of all things about this situation to fixate his mind upon, Mihnea found himself wondering how it was that he could see Vlad so clearly in the thick pitch darkness. For some reason, at least for several seconds, this fact was more remarkable than seeing his father again, apparently alive and well though Mihnea knew better. His father's death had been the worse blow he'd ever suffered!

The fact Vlad was poring blood down his throat did not seem such a huge worry either. Likewise no real concern that he, Mihnea, currently lay in his own grave.

He was the first born son of Vlad Tepes, a fact of which he'd always been proud. It was easy when he admired and respected his father not to mention being the man's favorite child. Vlad had never treated his other children poorly, but he was always closer to Mihnea. They shared something the others just never could...That being Mihnea's mother. Ilona would always hold Vlad's heart and having her blood running through his veins not to mention being so like himself, Vlad always loved Mihnea best.

For his part, Mihnea repaid this by striving to be like his father in every way and from a young age learning all he could about warfare and keeping the bloody Turks out of their homeland! This act, in particular, had been the death of Mihnea and his father alike. Indeed he had lived like Vlad and died like him as well. That was no comfort, though, as he died feeling he'd failed his father as well as Wolacia itself. Upon Vlad's own death, Mihnea knew he had to be AT LEAST as strong as his father if not more. Because he knew for a fact he had something to prove he'd opted for more. Bigger...brighter...bloodier! That was the plan, and the attempt and a good attempt to be sure. Of that Mihnea was certain.

Something had gone wrong, though, for here he lay in his own grave with his father's blood poring down his throat and the faint memory of a man coming out of nowhere and thrusting a knife into his side right in front of the church where he and his family had just attended services lingering in the back of his awareness. Wait...Here he lay in his own grave?! With his father's blood poring down his throat?! His father?! Alive and here? And the blood... Mihnea had been drinking it down like a suckling babe without even noticing! Blood! Somehow the bit involving the assassin didn't matter as much, at least not right then.

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