My Precious Child
Chapter two; denying the truth
"What do you want me to do?"
The Count had many thoughts running through his mind at this time of Kathryn having returned since that night. He thought of how she looked now as an adult of course. Her hair would be longer and fuller, he imagined. Her blue eyes would be the same size as his, mischievous.
A smile rose upon his lips and answered, "Nothing yet. Just let her come to us."
Kathryn led the two men to the library in the abandoned church, after killing the Count's bride. Van Helsing began to question her, "How long have you been on the run for?"
"About eleven years... or maybe twelve, I don't know since I'm on the run from my vampire father." She coldly said as she approached the table where she spent time trying to find a way to kill her father. It has been years and she still hasn't found anything except some notes from Father Matthews.
Kailon noticed the monster hunter roll his eyes at the young woman they are supposed to protect. She moved around the furniture to face them, "Here are the books on my father that Father Matthews gave me but they haven't helped at all." Her hand moved to the head wound, bleeding. She used her jacket sleeve to clean the wound, rubbing hard yet making her wince. "I have read every book but nothing has come up to help me, I want to end this before moving on with my life. I was betrayed by my own father, the man I trusted and casted aside, I vowed for revenge since that fateful day. I just want... closure, the truth and only the truth."
Kathryn's eyes connected with the hunter and they began to give each other horrible looks but then, the young man interrupted and spoke up. Van Helsing watched her as Kailon asked her his main issue, after he and she were done eyeing each other. "Why do you want your father dead, Miss Heller? Something must have happened for you to do this?"
Her face expression changed as she remembered why she did this.
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Kathryn was eight years old and walking through the castle, looking for her father. He had promised to tell her a story, like always, but now tonight. She moved through the estate and focused forward, arms wrapped around her. Her father, the infamous Count Dracula, told her there was nothing to fear because he would there for her no matter what.
Or so she thought.
The door which lead to her father's study and main library caught her attention as she heard voices belonging to her stepmother's, her father brides. She could tell who it is.
Verona, Theresa and Lilly and...
Her father
Kate pressed her ear against the wood and listened to what was being said.
"Master, just say the word and Kathryn is gone." She listened further, curiosity filling her inside. "You can have another child, master, Kathryn was just an experiment. You still have the power to father children." Spoke Lilly, the one person Kate never got on with in the household.
"Yes, I do, don't I?"
Her emotions began to fill up inside her as horror of what was being said was heard more. "I want you, my brides to kill Kathryn... tonight." Spoke her father passionately to his brides as they cuddled him with their arms and body.
She jumped back from the door, hands to her face as she cried silently from what was said and knew she had to leave despite the weather not suitable for someone like her. Her dark hair whipped around as she turned and darted for the main exit, away from this place she called 'home' and from the person she called 'father'.
'How could you, father?!' she thought as she ran through the corridors. "I... trusted you! I hate you!" She passed many servants along the way. She reached her room and gathered her things into a brown double bag before escaping into the snow. Once outside and far enough, it was the last time since she glanced at the estate in the dark night.
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"Kathryn? Kathryn?" Kailon clicked his fingers together in front of her sapphire eyes as she remembered a distant memory from long ago. She snapped out of it when she noticed the hunters stare at her. "It's nothing... Just remembering something from long ago," she lied. "It's my birthday in two to three weeks... on the 31st October."
Her eyes shifted closed as she blinked away the hurt from her mind and heart.
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Dracula sat in his study, having some alone time, from his brides, his legs were rested on the oak tree desk, one over the other. His feet pointed outwards and his hands resting behind his tied back dark hair.
Once his bride Theresa had healed from her near death experienced with the help of his dark healing powers. He had her stay in her room afterwards, wanting her to gain some resting time. Verona had been sent to spy on the hunters and his daughter, by her own choice.
He wanted to know more about the situation and her.
She, the vampire king's own daughter who had ran away when she was eleven years old. Dracula understood why she did what she did and who did it. He learned so much from Theresa about what caused Kathryn to run away. Lilly had threatened Kathryn and made an attempt to rid of her from her sight. His bride never told him because of what his youngest had done to her, burning her with a silver cross to her inner thigh until it scarred her permanently, the pain causing her to remain silently until at this time.
'It ends now,' he said within his mind.
"My lord," spoke his trustful servant. The Count turned his head towards Solomon, "When you enter my study, first knock and wait for access, Solomon."
"Sorry." The young vampire apologised and bowed to his master. "Rumours have spread around the kind of your daughter's arrival. I presently wanted to it to be known, my lord."
"Yes... she has returned but only after this 'certain' mess is cleaned up before her birthday, am I clear? I want you... and only you... to be the one who can explain the truth to her... because she won't listen to me... after what's all happening and I hope you can make her see the truth." The Count said plainly, staring into the fire embers as he spoke to his trustful servant.
"Whereas I have failed." He whispered almost to himself.
On the study desk beside his boot, a photograph stood of Kathryn when she was six years old. Her brown hair pulled into twin pigtails, held by red ribbons and wearing a pale innocent dress that fitted her well, sitting underneath a pink cardigan. She sat on his lap with his arms wrapped around her, in a protective father way and a human being smile resting on his mouth. It was the first time he had smiled like that, in a human way and it was thanks to this young girl.
It was taken on her birthday, right after the masquerade ball, with nobody around to interrupt them. She always slept after listening to his stories of vampires and vampire hunters and before he left the room, watching her breath away her life and dream.
His mind thought back to the night she slept after a few words.
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Kathryn sat in her queen sized bed with her small body covered by the silk bed sheets and massive bed pillows. She was dressed in her pink night dress which reached her ankles and had three tiny buttons on the open chest area. Her brown hair was held back by her pink headband.
Her father, Count Dracula sat on the chair beside her massive bed and had one leg crossed over the other. His hands rested on his lap, his back against the comforter which made him more comfortable in his seat. His golden cape laid on the edge of her bed.
"Our kind are not weak, we are just heartless that why we are seen as the enemies. No one has ever cared for us unless they joined the undead. Your stepmothers have been with me ever since they became vampires." He was interrupted by his daughter.
"Because, father, you turned them, created them and they are bound to you!"
He laughed at her response and raise his hand to the top of her head and rubbed it, moving her brown hair. "I know, my precious child."
His sapphire eyes held proud and fatherly love as he showed affection to his young daughter.
"One day, when I am no long here, you will take over as ruler. A vampire queen." He told her as he leaned back in his chair and retold his story to her and before they knew it, Kathryn fell asleep with her head near the edge of her pillow and her hands resting near the tip of her nose.
The Count finished his story before he realized that she was already asleep and then he smiled at the sight and placed a kiss upon her forehead. He covered her body with the bed sheets and then picked his cloak up before leaving, "Goodnight, Kathryn."
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He was brought back from his memory and gazed at Solomon, "Do what must be done when the time is right."
The vampire bowed and obeyed. "Yes... my master."
He left the study and went to do his duty to his master and the vampire race.
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Kathryn managed to escape the vampire hunters by showing them to their room in the abandoned church she was using as her base. She sighed in relief when she was alone and as of this moment, she was able to do her mission.
The man known as Van Helsing was in the library, looking through the books that Father Matthews left and written in upon the discovery of the notorious vampire king Count Dracula.
It seemed that Father Matthew knew of, or rather met this vampire and learned a lot upon their first encounter. He had written that he wanted to do everything in his power to protect the young woman from her evil father, the one who wanted her dead by his brides. Everything she told him made her fear the people she trusted with her life. She travelled to Hungary in search of a person who was a marksman expert.
Kathryn secretly left the church through a tunnel that lead to an underground passage. It was filled with dead Transylvanian people who were murdered by the creatures of the night. Many candles were lit with the wax melting to the ground, staining the stone.
She had her dual pistols and silver dagger with her, loaded with silver bullets that were blessed with holy water from the abandoned church. She had been taught of how to produce silver bullets.
She made her way out of the catacombs and from the graveyard; by heart towards the one place she had business.
Kailon, on the other hand, stood in his room, cleaning his and Van Helsing weapons. When he looked up through his bedroom window, he saw a distant light in the background, with some type of flying creature followed by.
'Vampires!'
The young hunter exclaimed in horror.
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Some information on Kathryn's mother, Cordelia who died when her daughter was born, she was a human tavern barmaid in Vaseria. Kathryn was raised by her father since birth.
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