Journal Of Elizabeth Lixandroiu
May 1, 2012
Romania
We had just arrived in Romania. It is quite beatiful, especially in the country side were we landed. Cain mocked you though, saying how I must have a thousand of you. Don't pay him mind. He doesn't understand. We are in the car which is taking us to castle dracula. Cain has brought his book. It has Dracula's line listed, as well as some of the other exstinct clans. Quincey Harker's name is found in that book, location unknown, presumed dead.
"We're here." Cain muttered, opening the door and slip out of the car. Along is his new female. This one's name is Lillian. She's a twenty year old addition to this clan. She's going to be dead by the end of the week. Mark my words. The driver's already tried to take a shot at her. I reluctantly got out behind them. The castle was a short distance. Meanwhile Lillian kept complaining about the half mile trek. I through a callous look at Cain. He did not notice. He had a bad choice of mates.
"Who's going in first?" He asked.
"Not it." I muttered.
"Your the one with the visions." She muttered.
"I'm not going in first." I repeated. "I don't trust these visions."
"Then I'll go." She muttered walking in first, breezing past her, walking into the castle. Cain and I followed closely. The rooms, as described, were in various states of dissarray.
"Which one should we enter?" Cain asked.
"I don't know." I replied honestly. "It wasn't my idea to come here."
"This one." Lillian muttered, walking through a door way to clearly a room in greater disrepair than the main hall, being obviously the future. Her hand dissolved. She pulled it back, but there was no longer a hand there. "Oh. My. God.! What's wrong with this place.!!!" She screamed, running out of the castle.
"What now? Get dissolved?" Cain asked sarcastically.
"I-" I started, which a slight twinkeling out of the courner of my eye. "IT's this one."
I rushed over to the doorway.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Positive." I stated, before walking thorugh the door way. I did not dissolve. I passed through time. It's an amazing sensation. Cain followed me.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my home?" A beautiful, statueque woman stated fiericely. She was older than I.
"It is I,Cain, and this is my maiden, Elizabeth." Cain announced. "We are looking for a man named Quincey Harker."
The woman was instantly subdued.
"My apologies. My name is Mina." She replied. "Quincey is my son. He is home on Holiday. from school."
Cain smiled fully. "Good. I shall look forward to meeting him....Soon if you please."
"Of course. Forgive me. Count Tempes is no longer in good health. It may take an hour or so to get him up. Please. Let the help see you to room, for it will soon be dark. And purhapse you shall get into some more...appropirate clothing." She muttered before a grim looking little servant lead them to two room. Both grand, obviously not to offend them. A servant soon did bring clothing that was much too farmillar: A dark red and black brocade frock, corset and bloomers, and simple black shoes.
The real maid helped me into those clothing. It was cut low in the frount, to show my breast. I'm not entirerly sure if this would be mroe apporpirate.
"You look lovely." The maid said. "If there is nothing else. I believe the misteress is waiting for a meeting."
"No. Thank you." I muttered before leaving the room in favor of were I heard the noise coming from. Cain was already there, not having to deal with the discomfort of a corset.
"There you are." He muttered sitting by the fire place, looking bored, an older gentleman was sitting there, looking barely present.
"Yes." I said. "Were is Quincey Harker?"
"On his way." Another maid informed me.
"Please." Mina began. "Take a seat."
I sat slowly, We all sat in silence for about five minutes untill Quincey came. She forgot how boring post victorian society was. Quincey, however, looked as brilliant as he had in his dreams. Tall, pale, and deathly handsome. The vampiric qualities were begining to take over.
"Quincey, my son, this is Cain, and his Maid servant." She smiled cruelly.
"Your mistake. Elizabeth is not a Maid Servant. Merely a Maiden of my court." Cain stated, voice slightly raised, to correct any opinions.
"Right. Miss Elizabeth." Mina added, nodding.
Quincey sat opposite of Cain and I.
"Is it him?" Cain whispered.
"Yes. I am positive." I said back.
"So." Cain began, once again at a louder tone. "What are your plans?"
"Well. I am going to finish my remaining semester at Oxford next year." He said smiling. "And I would very much like to get married. But that is, after I become a full vampire."
"What day has your family chosen for your transformation?" Cain asked civially.
"St. Andrew's Eve. Tomorrow." he smiled.
"Hmm...I see." Cain nodded, this at least gave us the date. "Who will you be marring?"
"Well. I would love to marry a woman I met recently, her name is Rebecca."
"Bathory's sister." I muttered incomprehensible.
"Well, actually, we were thinking Miss Lilly Shaw, Rosemary's daughter." Tempes motioned to a meek but beatiful woman concealed by the shadow of the large fire place, at this she started to cry.
"Please...not my daugher, not my lilly." She sobbed.
"It is obvious that your line is weak tempes. Why throw weak mates in there? Trying to make your line more of a laughing stock?" He asked harshly.
"Then you pick." Tempes bit back. Cain looked pleased at least. "Remember. We dont' want our line tainted, no sluts from your harem."
"Love the enthusiasm." Cain muttered, thinking it over a moment. He turned his head slightly.
"What?" I muttered, looking back at him.
"What do you think about Elizabeth?" Cain asked Tempes.
"She's one of your Harem girls. She is unacceptable. Unclean." He remarked.
"I don't think that's true." Rosemary spoke up, she looked as if she might die from her boldness. "Cain said she was a maiden of the court. Maiden means virign. She's not unclean. Quincey will marry here in stead of Lilly."
I gave Cain a hanis look.
Tempes cleared his throat.
"What do you think Quincey?" He asked.
"I'm not sure." Quincey remarked. "I've barely seen her."
Cain gestured to me, I stood, and twirled slowly.
"Pleasure to meet you." I said in my most eloquent voice possible.
"And to you." Quincey bowed, smiling.
"Then it is settled?" Cain asked.
"Yes. The wedding will be tomorrow." Tempes agreed. I gave Cain a desperate look. I have never been married, and never want to be, but I found no sympathy there, I suppose from killing his last four wives...this is my punishment.
