Authors Note: Hello, hello. Now that I am out of school FOREVER, and summer has come to warm up my otherwise cold world I can now get serious with my writing. I have twenty-one stories unfinished on my FFN account and I plan on finishing them all this summer! I hope you all will look forward to updates!

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The Fledgling of Dracula

Chapter One: Annual offering of peace

It was early morning, and the very tops of the mountain range were beginning to glow with the fast approaching morning sun. The Castle of Dracula was a dark and ominous figure atop the cliffs side, but upon its face several little glowing lights could be seen, signaling to those who would dare look upon it that the Lord of Vampires was indeed, still awake and walking among the mortals. The throne room was dark save for three small candles, already burned low and nearing their extinction. Four mortal men knelt before the throne where Dracula sat, legs crossed and lazy gleam in his crimson eyes. "But M'Lord." One man spoke, he was a middle aged man nearing fifty with straw like blond hair and nervous green eyes. "We have…already offered you, many fine young woman…and you've…" he paused, his voice trembling with fear. "you've destroyed them all."

That wasn't technically true, they had all just been drained of their life blood and returned to their families for proper burial. They would not become vampires, the Vampire King had made sure of that.

The four mortal men who now bowed before the vampire kings throne were the bridge advocates, the men hand selected by Dracula himself to bridge the gap between the mortal world and the world of darkness. They were the ones who would inform the town of any changing decrees by Dracula, they were the ones who would select a young woman to be offered to the vampire king as a peace offering. This selection usually only took place once every six to seven months, but sometimes, should tensions grow high or some insulting act be done, an offering would be offered more often. Of course, if Dracula was not pleased with the offering they would need to keep searching until the vampire king was satisfied.

Dracula waved away the mans stuttered comment. "I do not wish to be satisfied with another young, fertile woman. What do I need with them? Once they become vampires they can do no more than be a concubine, I have three, I need no more." He stated simply. "No, I want something different, something interesting." He paused for a moment before standing up. "Go home, the sun is almost up. Go back to your families, back to your wives," He turned and headed for the door, the kneeling men watching him from behind. "Make love to your wives, teach your children the ways to live a full life, and work for your daily bread." he said in a bored tone as he reached the door.

"B-but M'Lord," He paused to listen but did not turn. "What about…the…"

"Do not worry anymore about that." Dracula stated as he exited the throne room, more than ready for a good days sleep. I will find my own peace offering.

The early morning sun shown brightly through the window causing the figure upon the bed to stir just slightly. His black hair was messy and his pale skin was fair in the morning glow. His nose wrinkled slightly before his eyes opened. "Adrian hurry up or you'll be late for work, and you still need to eat breakfast!" A woman's voice called, floating up the stairs and into Adrian's bedroom. He sighed and gazed out of his open window. For the past several weeks, for reasons unknown, he'd felt the urge to keep his window open, or at the very least, on cold nights unlocked. He didn't know why he felt compelled to do this, he just knew it bothered him when he didn't. "Adrian!" He yawned before sitting up.

"Okay, I'm up!" he called back down to his fickle and pestering mother. He kicked off the patchwork quilt and climbed out of bed, stretching. The long white night shirt that fell past his knees lifted slightly as he stretched and he yawned again as he gazed out the window. It was going to be another beautiful day, not to hot but not to cool, a perfect working day. He smiled and let his arms fall back down to his sides as he watched the people of the town already moseying about. "Adrian!" He rolled his eyes and turned to dress before breakfast.

The afternoon sun shown brightly in the sky causing the thinnest layer of sweat to cover Adrian's pale skin. He paused in his work and sighed wiping the sweat from his face. He gazed up towards the sky, thankful for the light breeze that traveled across the field he was working in. It was nearing lunch time and he thought it safe to take a short break. He walked towards a near by tree and leaned his tools against the bark before taking a seat in the shade of the tree. He yawned, his eyes feeling heavy. For the past few weeks he'd felt a little different. Not only was he keeping his window open or unlocked but he was having trouble falling asleep at night. He would lay in bed for hours gazing out the window for reasons he couldn't explain, and it was beginning to affect his work. He had always been a hard working, always striving for one hundred and ten percent. But now with sleep wanting to claim him in the middle of the day he found doing even a descent job difficult. Why had such an odd change taken hold of him? He wished he could remember what had happened to cause the change. He let out a soft sigh as his eyes drifted closed and he felt into a light slumber.

Why him of all mortals?

Does he really intrest you this much master?

Oooh, I think he's waking up!

Adrian scrunched his nose and turned his head slightly, his body feeling heavy and nearly unresponsive. He let out a soft groan as he shifted slightly towards his right side. "So it would seem." A deep voice spoke. Adrian let out a slight whimper, the voice causing a shiver to run up his spine. He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, his foggy sleepy mind refusing to focus long enough to send the signals to his body so he could wake up fully. "Though it would seem he is fighting it." The voice spoke again, slightly airy chuckle following quickly.

Dracula stood and crossed to the bed where the young mortal boy lay, trembling slightly, his brides clustered together not far off, holding each other and petting each others arms and hair as they always did. "Go back to bed, and wait till night fall to bother me." He stated waving them away. They pouted but did as they were told and phased through the walls to return to their coffins. Dracula took a seat beside the boy and gently ran his fingers through the soft black locks of his hair. "Wake up little one." He said quietly. A few moments passed before the boys eyes fluttered open.

Adrian remained still for a moment as his eyes focused on the wall directly across from him, he could feel a weight next to him and fingers running through his hair. His eyes fluttered closed again and his lips parted slightly. The digits were cool and caused the oddest but pleasing sensations up and down his spine. He reopened his eyes and uncurled his body rolling into his back gazing nervously and innocently up towards the man seated next to him. He felt his heart flutter slightly and his stomach do several flips. He was nervous and afraid and yet innocently curious. "Y-you…it was…you who saved me wasn't it? T-that night…down by the river." He stuttered.

Dracula nodded, faintest of smirks gracing his thin pale lips. He continued his petting of the boys hair, causing the boy to shiver and close his eyes. He knew the boy was enjoying the ministration. Dracula would indeed have the boy for himself, but he would hate to turn the boy without the boy at least enjoying his company, at least a little. So he would ease the boy into a state of comfort, and install a longing in the boys mind. The boy parted his lips. "W-why?"

"Hmn?" Dracula hummed as he ran the pads of his fingers along the boys cheek and down his neck causing the boy to gasp and tremble slightly. "Why what?"

The boy opened his eyes.

"Why did you save me?" He questioned. "Why am I here?" The boy yelped as Dracula was suddenly over him, caging him down, hands resting on either side of his head, knees resting on either side of his hips, their noses nearly touching. Several strands of the vampire kings long black silken hair dangled down, framing their faces.

"Why did I save you? Why wouldn't I have saved you? I protect the good and faithful in my kingdom, and you," His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he gently licked the boys cheek causing him to gasp and close his eyes. He leaned down and rested his lips near the boys ear. "are here because I chose you."

The boys eyes snapped open, mouth opening to protest, to come up with some logical reason why he couldn't stay with the count, why he couldn't become one of him. But before any thought could form in his head, his eyes locked with the counts crimson gaze and his mind went totally blank. The counts eyes seemed to glow, the room around them vanishing, the only thing remaining in existent being the count. "I have chosen you to become my fledgling Adrian, you can try to fight it, but I will have you." He whispered. "If you do want to stay, don't fight it."

Adrian's pupils dilated slightly and he nodded.

"Y-yes…I…, I won't fight it…I…I would like…to stay here…with you…."

A smirk spread across the counts pale lips and a low rumbling chuckle vibrated in his chest.

"Good boy." He whispered as he lowered his head and captured the boys lips with his own.

Authors Note: The next chapter might have a lemon in it, if not a lemon than it will most definitely have a lime.