Young Dracula
shout out to totes-draculaura for translating while I worked on my laptop without a browser.
A subtle poke awoke the irritation in Gory's blood before it woke her. "Psst," the soft, subtle voice murmured in her ear. She inhaled deeply and held it, counting to ten just as the anger management therapy dictated. "Psst, hey, Gory, are you awake?"
"Go away, Laura," she snarled through her grit fangs. She didn't want to be conscious, not this early. Betraying her mind, she cracked open her eyes. Nine-thirty. Satan below. Her breath released in a low hiss.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" her younger sister sang quietly in her ear. It was the spark that struck her short fuse again, and she lurched into a sitting position as though newly freed from a coffin. Draculaura lept off the bed and took off running for the door as her sister picked up a heavy novel from beside the bed and sent it flying at the door, "I swear to god, if you wake me up before noon one more time, I'm going to skin you alive, you little shit!"
A pink ruffle slipped out of the door just before the book struck it with a loud bang. Her heart was already pounding with fury-spiked adrenaline, and their father's voice thundered from below, "Gory!"
The Dark Lord of the Undead should've known what it was like to have to put up with a sibling like Laura. Kindness, happiness and normalcy were recessive genes in their line,something that Draculaura alone seemed to have picked up on. Gory turned over in her bed and pulled her iCoffin off the charger to plug the earbuds in. Three more hours of sleep impended, and their father didn't care enough to walk upstairs and read her the riot act again. She slid the tiny, usually faulty buds into the hollows of her pointed ears and turned Vivaldi on low.
O me miseram. The contrast between her and her sibling was as stark as the night and the day. Laura's bedroom across the hall was pink, right down to the disgustingly pastel door. Their home was tasteful, lavish, something Gory could appreciate on a good day with its gilded accents and marble floors, the areas of Persian rug much like her bedroom, tailored to fit from the castle overseas. Laura's bed was the four-poster canopy of princess stories; hers had shelves in the top and shook a bit from use. The walls in all their rich, cozy plum offered solace amid the blinding whiteness outside. Their father had the least trouble painting her room, allotting her the one with the fireplace, since Laura worried too often that it would flare and set her whole pastel world ablaze. Burning to death would've been a silly way to go.
The door ghosted open and shut, disrupting the air. Drawn back to alertness from the brink of sleep, Gory hissed under her breath. The bed sunk in at her side where their father's hip met the duvet and he raised the earbud from her visible side. "School is cancelled today. The snow struck their generator and rendered them powerless." She breathed deeply in subtle refusal to respond. Dracula edged a bit closer to his daughter and rubbed her shoulder. "Do not get so cross with her. Laura is only a child, she enjoys it when you stay here." The king paused to run his fingers through her abruptly sheared hair. "I enjoy it when you stay here."
"Yeah? Well you're the lesser of my evils," she muttered.
Satisfied that she was awake, the king of the undead boosted her shoulders onto his arm and used the support to turn her toward him. Though she would not meet his eyes, he removed the other earbud and set the coiled wire in her lap. Mechanically, she raised the player to put the song on pause. He squeezed her shoulders supportively and guided her head to his chest, "I know that you are having trouble with your mother now. It is only natural at your age."
"I'm not having trouble," she hissed, "She's successfully ended any and all love I held for her."
He nodded in understanding. "That is what she does, micul meu diavol, she has always severely damaged one relationship to ruin another."
"Reverse what you mean by that."
He kissed the top of her head and rubbed the bare section of her arm. The walls nearly came down, then; it was those moments when her father was exclusively hers that she treasured most. Dracula lived up to his reputation; she herself was not the "legitimate" child of the noble king, but when he and her mother had crossed paths thanks to the Belfry Prep transfer, it almost seemed like she was. Gory could feel her expression shifting, the slight jutting of her lower lip and tensing of her brow to mark the impending tears. She wanted more than anything to vent to him, to express to him why she was so furious and how she couldn't cope with the surrealism any longer, but a light rapping at the door sent relief scattering away, like a weapon within reach of the victim before they were slain. "Yes, îngerasul meu?"
Laura poked her head around the door and murmured, "I'm going to make myself breakfast, okay? You can go back to bed."
"I was going to be on international call," he murmured. "Keep yourself quiet, and keep the heat low."
She nodded. Though he turned back to her, Gory shook her head and turned away. Drawing her pillow closer, she replaced her earbuds and murmured, "Just go."
The elder vampire sighed through his nose. He leaned in to kiss the back of his daughter's head and smoothed her hair a bit more, "We will talk, un pretios, I promise."
She had thought leaving her mother's home would make the pain subside. Of course, Evilina Fangtell never approved of any of her daughter's endeavors; she was too fired up about politics, she said. A and B grades were not enough; when she quit the fearleading team because she had grown too exhausted with the daylight schedule, she was lazy. Though the help was slacking, she was lazy, she was at fault, she was the burden. She chose the commoner boyfriend, and she seemed intent to fail. No matter how hard she pushed, there was no amount of force that could change the woman whose blood ran through her veins, not even her mind. The sullen, somber notes of Winter coursed through her senses and dipped back into her center. It was almost unbelievable to think so many others could experience the same level of soul-crushing misery, and most turned their hatred into something beautiful that lived on long beyond them. No matter how much she tried, Gory could not work out the anger enough. She could not put enough beauty in a thing to take the cause of its origin away. Only one thing succeeded part of the way, and he wouldn't be up yet either.
...
The springs squeaked in their own din of whimpering as Bram laid on top of her. The firm muscles of his biceps clenched as they dragged the sheets from the corners of her bed. The pillow pressed against her neck and made her laugh with its coolness. No matter how forcefully they moved, it never seemed to warm.
His eyes flashed to her and a wicked grin crossed his lips, "What?"
She dragged her purple nails over his chest to wind her arms around his back, linking them in his hair once settled. He leaned in to kiss her, firmly and passionately, silencing whatever response she had prepared. The bed frame creaked with them closer together, each movement more concentrated now. She tugged on his hair lightly, drawing a light groan of approval from his lips before they dipped to her neck. The gentle tracing of his fangs was like an aphrodisiac; she bared the vulnerable, white skin eagerly for him to tap into. He lingered over her pulse before tracing his lips down slowly against her artery. A hand lifted from the sheets to cradle her cheek as his fangs sunk in, only a pinch before the novocane-like coating of his fangs dulled the intrusion. Being fed from was euphoric, and it heightened the value of their tryst even more when it marked its end. They sunk into the mattress together as his fingers slid up from her cheek to wind in her hair. Some stupid girls felt special when boyfriends like him made love to them; she felt special when his lips trailed from the already healing wound up to hers and locked with them again. He pulled her close, allowing her to dictate whether they continued or paused to resume another time. She traced his spine from the back of his neck down the firm, smooth muscles of his back.
"Something's on your mind," he murmured against her lips while continuing to kiss her.
She grinned, "I can't talk if you're still doing this."
He rolled aside, dragging her with him onto her side to maintain the intimate distance. She nuzzled into his bicep and sighed. A new wave of contentment swept her veins, and she was in no rush to end it. He traced soft circles against her hip beneath the sheets and pressed another soft kiss to her bangs. "Tell me, or I'll be forced to get it out of you another way."
"I'm sorry," she murmured.
He rolled his eyes with a slight huff and lifted his hand to guide her face up toward his. "Repeat after me: You have nothing to be sorry for. Your mother is a royal bitch, and I love you." He kissed the bat-like button of her nose. "I love you, nothing is going to change that. So she thinks she's entitled to all that nobility bullshit and your dad puts fear in the hearts of logical, grown men. I don't do logic, Gory. You're not Cupid. Dracula could come at me with a stake right now and I wouldn't move a muscle."
She smiled a bit more warmly as she cuddled into him. "I still think it's weird that Val went after Laura's heart."
"Not really. You know what they say about first cousins," he teased.
"That's still weird, and she's a freak. I know he has better taste than that."
Bram's arm draped over her back. "If you can't beat them, join them."
"Isn't that how we got into trouble in the first place?"
A light laugh slipped from his lips and he gave her a warm squeeze. She loved that he never smelled like aftershave; Bram did not try to be elegant like so many of their underlings. It came to him so naturally. Her lips traced his jaw and dipped up to his ear. He hummed in approval and nuzzled her jaw in return, "You know...we could lock ourselves in here for the rest of the day and just...go out for dinner."
"I like the sound of that."
"Gory, I-" Draculaura said, already at the door. Immediately, the duo broke apart and the fury in her chest ignited again. Pulling the blanket up over her chest, she hissed at her younger sibling, "Don't you fucking knock?!"
Draculaura paused with her mouth open. Her eyes raked openly over the blond Adonis in her sister's bed before Gory picked up another book and successfully hit her that time. "Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She backed out of the room in a stumble and pulled the door shut.
"How did you not try out for the baseball team with an arm like that?" her boyfriend muttered.
"My little sister just walked in on us and that's all you have to say?" She turned away to grab her clothes off the floor, but her boyfriend drew her close again. "I told you, I don't care if Dracula would bust in this room and try to kill me." He dipped his head to her collarbone to place another trail of kisses to her skin. "Stay in bed with me, just for a little longer."
Gory relented with a sigh and leaned back against the headboard. His kisses began to dip lower, and her lips pressed together while ascending into a smile at the tickle of his breath against her skin. The door opened suddenly again and Gory yanked the covers up over herself, "Jesus!"
Dracula held the doorknob and looked at the young couple with an exasperated stare. Bram straightened his hair and nodded, "Mr. D."
"Abraham." Turning his gaze to his daughter, he released the doorknob and sighed, "If you insist upon doing this while your sister is home, leave a sock or something on the door."
"Tell the little freak to knock first," Gory replied.
"At least try to remember to lock the door." The king of darkness swept the door shut with a flourish and Bram cleared his throat. "I like your dad. He's pretty cool."
Ah, I have no idea where I wanted to take this. I admit, I was surprised when I saw the screencap of Gory and Val on Draculaura's family tree (or whatever that is; I haven't seen the movie myself yet). Once the initial shock subsided, I guess I got rather on board with it. I was going to do a scene with Val, but I do a lot of Gory-Val family things. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. Would you be interested in stuff like this in the future? Feel free to tell me in comments. DFTBA, and happy spring. I will be dueling work and fanfic, so do not be offended if I get a little iffy on requests.