Dracula's castle was damp. Dark. Foreboding. A place where no light shall ever dare to enter. Home to the king of vampires himself. The place where a war was being planned. A place where betrayal hid itself in the walls. A place that didn't feel like home anymore.
Dracula sat, watching the fire, wondering if he should get up. He wouldn't have had it not been for the one thing he had been too busy to do today.
Check up on his son.
Nobody knew, but Dracula missed his boy. He was still his child after all. It was just, that whenever he saw him, Dracula just got angry. Adrian looked so much like his mother...it hurt too much. It was infuriating. They were father and son! They shouldn't be doing this! Not fighting a war. They should be relaxing; reading in the catle library, sparring with each other instead of fighting to the death, spending more time together.
Dracula began to miss when Adrian was but a boy.
He always had a smile on his face, his hair was beautifully curly, he loved his father, and...Lisa was still with them.
With a clatter, Dracula stood up from his giant velvet seat.
His cloak brushed against the marble floors as his shoe heels clicked sharply against the same material. The hallways were long, and dark, and lonely. Every sound echoed eerily in the fancy, decorated, equally disturbing corridors.
Doors lined the walls, dotted here and there with ten or so feet between them all. But Dracula didn't glance at one.
He continued down the stone steps, going deeper and deeper, until he got to the study. The study where the enchanted mirror was.
His sharp nails-more like claws at this point-scratched the spell on the glass as naturally as breathing, with the marks fading as quickly as they appeared.
Dracula held his breath as his arms fell to his side; the mirror beginning to do its job.
The other side of the mirror appeared behind large clumps of foliage, and the vampire king could sense that something was wrong as soon as the image cleared.
The animals were quiet. Yet there was a sound. A sound that seemed so familiar, yet so distant. It seemed animalistic, yet it was not quite that. High-pitched, hiccuping, bubbly sounds that should not come from any sort of human or vampire.
As Dracula peered past the fora and fauna obscuring his line of sight, he finally understood what that sound was.
It was crying.
A human woman was crying, kneeling in the dirt with sobs escaping from her lips.
Dracula could see a splotch of red at the corner of his vision, yet he did not dare look, for fear of what was. Instead, he looked at the man kneeling beside the woman, looking utterly shocked, yet brokenly hollow. Almost as if nothing existed in him but saddness, guilt, and the most unpleasant kind of shock.
It was then that Dracula realized that these were the other two. The two who were journeying to his very castle. The two who traveled with his son...
And just like that, his eyes darted over to the red blotch on his vision. Those same eyes then widened, and watered, and just like that, Dracula, the mighty vampire king, the Prince of Darkness, was on his knees, crying, gripping the sides of the mirror so tight his knuckles turned an even paler shade of white.
Because there, on the grass stained in the lovely crimson that Dracula had seen too much of, was Adrian; his son.
A silver dagger peirced the boy's chest and was the source for which the blood flowed from.
Dracula couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare. Stare at the body of his baby.
He didn't want to fight anymore. If this is what the result was...then Dracula'd rather die than continue this war.
He had lost too many. Adrian was the last straw.
His body may still be alive, but his soul had it's last piece broken.
Through shuddering breath, Dracula managed, "Who...who did this to my son?"
"I think you know the answer, Dracula."
That familiar voice sent shivers down his spine as he quickly stopped the spell on the mirror, keeping his son far away from this monster in his castle.
"Celia...What are you doing here?"
Whooo! We get some Dracula POV now! What's gonna happen? How does Dracula know Celia? I don't know either, so it might be a while before we find out those things. But the story's progressing! So I'm happy. This was kinda short, but a good major plot point. I'm working on that long chapter for Stairway right now, so you can expect that up in around a week or so. I hoped you enjoyed and I'll make another chapter for this around the time that Stairway's new chapter goes up. Have a good day/night and I'll see you next time!
Bye-bye
Majesty~