Day 6: Can You Really Trust Her?
About 9 a.m., the commotion started. D was taken down from his shackled and led down one of the long halls. He was still in a bit of pain. His burns hadn't gotten any better. Since the shackles had garlic on them, the burn actually got worse. And now, he had red, irritated patches on his wrists and ankles for the other shackles.
He'd been stripped earlier of all clothing, except for a pair of shorts. He was cold and shivering a little, too. The two mutants who led him noticed his shivers, and pulled him along harder. They led him into a small room. It had a tub, an elegant dresser and mirror, some towels, and other bathroom items. He figured this was the washroom.
The two mutants left and three women entered. He sensed they were vampires. 'Most likely turned humans' he thought.
Leaving him his dignity, or what was left of it, the tossed him in the tub, shorts and all. They carefully washed his burns and his irritated skin with warm water. They then pulled him out of the tub and dried him of with wool soft towels. The women put a special, soothing lotion on his skin. They dried his hair and pulled it back into a ponytail and wrapped it with a crimson red ribbon.
A beautiful suit made of crushed velvet was brought into the washroom. They put him in the suit, which was the color of the ribbon.
He didn't understand why they were doing this. In all honesty, he didn't want to know. He just let them continue with what they were doing.
When he was cleaned and dressed, the three women led him out of the washroom and into the waiting arms or two more mutant guards. The women softly giggled as he was taken away.
The two mutants led him downstairs and into the dining room. He hadn't eaten in two days, and was rather hungry. The food on the table looked very appetizing.
One of the mutants motioned for him to sit down, while the other one brought him a chalice full to the brim with blood, and a note. He didn't want to drink the blood, but he was forced to. Then, he read the note. It read:
My dearest son:
Again, I am sorry for what I must do. But if you could just understand that what I do is for the best, things could be different. I wish I could tell you my plan, but I can't. Here is some blood for you. Drink it well. It's fresh and pure, just like you should have. To let you know, you will be executed tomorrow at sunrise by the guillotine. I'm so sorry son. Remember, I love you. You'll always be my baby.
The note was rather pathetic, he thought, but a nice gesture any way, supposedly.
When the meal was complete and his stomach full, he was taken from the dining room and put into a small room in the corner of the castle. The mutants locked the door and left him be.
This room was furnished nicely. A far cry from the dungeon. The room was painted a soft, blue color. The chairs and chaise were a deep blue, as well as the satin bed coverings. He was very tired. It was almost impossible to get any sleep hanging from a wall. He went to the bed, laid down, and drifted off into sleep.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" a furiated D shouted. "What kind of parents keep something like this from their child?! 22 years and it never occurred to you to tell me?! That I might get mad if you decide to wait?! Did you ever think about that?!"
"D, honey," his mother pleaded, " we didn't want to tell you because we weren't sure if you'd have such powers."
"Yes," a desperate Dracula echoed, "by me being the first vampire, I didn't know if my genes would be passed to you since your mother is pure human."
"What kind of crap is that?! You're a vampire, she's not! What did you think was going to happen?! Or did you just not think at all?!"
"You didn't show any signs, we thought you weren't affected since you were our first child," his mother cried out.
"Lies! You know what I am and knew that what I what I am is evil, so, you didn't want to tell me!"
"You are NOT evil! You are my son and there is no way you could be evil. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you father, but I sure as hell don't believe you. I'm gone! I can't, no, won't stay here any longer! I'm no longer you child! I won't be anymore. And from this day forth, I dedicate my life to wiping out your kind and preventing anyone to have my problem!"
He stormed towards the door; tears of anger streaming down his pale face.
"D, please come back, son. We are so sorry for not telling you!"
"I'm no longer your son, Ella! Not anymore!"
"D…please come back! DDDDDD!"
Elsewhere, Sadie was able to sneak back into the castle. Night was falling. She was able to get past all of the guards. All except for the one that guarder the weapons room.
"Hey, whata ya doin'? Didn't Countess tell you to scat?" asked the guards.
"No…it must have been some other girl. I need to get in there."
"Why?"
"Because…umm…Count Ella needs the sword and belt and other stuff of the hunter."
"A'int she gonna kill 'em?"
"Yeah, but, she wants him to see his stuff one last time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's a new policy. Let them get a last look at their possessions."
"Oh, alright. Go on in."
"Thanks! Oh, do you know where the hunter's hand might be?"
"Yep. Wants it for one last look, too?"
"Yeah. Right."
"Kay, I'll go git it."
As she went in the room and he bounded off, she couldn't help muttering, "moron."
She quickly found D's stuff and grabbed it. She quickly ran out of the room.
"Hey girly! Wait a minute."
She reluctantly stopped and turned around.
"Here's the hand. I thought you were gone."
"Oh, thanks again."
She started to go, then stopped and turned around.
"Do you maybe know where the hunter is? Is he still in the dungeon?"
"No, he was moved this morning to the guest room in the west wing. I'm sure he's still in there. He won't be gone til tomorrow. Countess said his death by gillo…geela…gula…"
"Guillotine?"
"Yeah, death by that is to take place just before sunrise tomora."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Anytime," he replied, but she was already out of sight.
It was a while till dawn, but quite a ways to the west wing. She hurried as fast as she could, dodging mutants and guards as she went.
She finally came upon the west wings' guest room. The door was locked. She didn't know where the key was, and didn't really have time to go look for it. She sifted through his stuff and found a dagger. She tried to pick the lock. She had a tough time, but finally got it open.
She picked up his stuff walked inside, and almost got killed.
D was waiting for whomever it was about to enter. He didn't know that it was Sadie and first, and was prepared to deliver a dangerous blow to the back of the head. He caught himself, barely though.
"Jeez! Do you want to kill me that bad?" a scared Sadie exclaimed.
"I didn't know it was you. Why are you here?"
"I'm here to help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Still sore about the whole betrayal thing, huh? Well, I did this so I could have, well, 'eternal life'. I really just wanted to live forever. I like life. So, this seemed like a good idea. Then, Ella not to change me, and I finally realized the mistake I'd made. And now, I'm here to right my wrong. If you'll let me, that is."
"I don't believe you."
"Please believe. And, I brought you your sword and stuff. Oh, and I brought you my hand. Can you do anything with it?"
He took the stuff and put it on the bed. Then he took his hand.
"Turn around."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She turned around. He put his hand where it should be and let the healing begin. He still wasn't quite up to par, so, it took a few seconds more to heal.
He wiggled his fingers. His hand still worked, but he wasn't sure if the demon was still alive.
"Are you still in there?" he whispered.
"Where else would I be?" it replied after a few tense seconds.
"Good," D whispered sarcastically. " Now shut up."
'Yeah, yeah."
"You can turn around now."
"Alright. Well, you need to get out of here. So, I'll go keep her busy, and you get going."
"I can't leave yet."
"What? Why?"
"I have to do something about her. But, I can't kill her. She's my mother, after all."
No she's not!"
"What?" D asked, a bit concerned.
"This was all a part of her plan to kill you. If she got you to believe that she was your mother, then she felt that she could control you. She studied you for a long time. Even before I was born. But she is certainly NOT your mother."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because it's the truth. I can't make you believe me. Especially not after what I did to you, but, what I said is true."
"So, she's not my mother."
"Not at all. She's not even fit to be a stepmom."
"Alright, I believe you."
"You do?"
"I suppose. For now at least. But I still don't trust you."
"I can live with that. So, are you going to do her in now?"
"Yes, I must."
"Good. She's definitely not one of the good ones. So, what do we do?"
"We?"
"Yep. We."
About 9 a.m., the commotion started. D was taken down from his shackled and led down one of the long halls. He was still in a bit of pain. His burns hadn't gotten any better. Since the shackles had garlic on them, the burn actually got worse. And now, he had red, irritated patches on his wrists and ankles for the other shackles.
He'd been stripped earlier of all clothing, except for a pair of shorts. He was cold and shivering a little, too. The two mutants who led him noticed his shivers, and pulled him along harder. They led him into a small room. It had a tub, an elegant dresser and mirror, some towels, and other bathroom items. He figured this was the washroom.
The two mutants left and three women entered. He sensed they were vampires. 'Most likely turned humans' he thought.
Leaving him his dignity, or what was left of it, the tossed him in the tub, shorts and all. They carefully washed his burns and his irritated skin with warm water. They then pulled him out of the tub and dried him of with wool soft towels. The women put a special, soothing lotion on his skin. They dried his hair and pulled it back into a ponytail and wrapped it with a crimson red ribbon.
A beautiful suit made of crushed velvet was brought into the washroom. They put him in the suit, which was the color of the ribbon.
He didn't understand why they were doing this. In all honesty, he didn't want to know. He just let them continue with what they were doing.
When he was cleaned and dressed, the three women led him out of the washroom and into the waiting arms or two more mutant guards. The women softly giggled as he was taken away.
The two mutants led him downstairs and into the dining room. He hadn't eaten in two days, and was rather hungry. The food on the table looked very appetizing.
One of the mutants motioned for him to sit down, while the other one brought him a chalice full to the brim with blood, and a note. He didn't want to drink the blood, but he was forced to. Then, he read the note. It read:
My dearest son:
Again, I am sorry for what I must do. But if you could just understand that what I do is for the best, things could be different. I wish I could tell you my plan, but I can't. Here is some blood for you. Drink it well. It's fresh and pure, just like you should have. To let you know, you will be executed tomorrow at sunrise by the guillotine. I'm so sorry son. Remember, I love you. You'll always be my baby.
The note was rather pathetic, he thought, but a nice gesture any way, supposedly.
When the meal was complete and his stomach full, he was taken from the dining room and put into a small room in the corner of the castle. The mutants locked the door and left him be.
This room was furnished nicely. A far cry from the dungeon. The room was painted a soft, blue color. The chairs and chaise were a deep blue, as well as the satin bed coverings. He was very tired. It was almost impossible to get any sleep hanging from a wall. He went to the bed, laid down, and drifted off into sleep.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" a furiated D shouted. "What kind of parents keep something like this from their child?! 22 years and it never occurred to you to tell me?! That I might get mad if you decide to wait?! Did you ever think about that?!"
"D, honey," his mother pleaded, " we didn't want to tell you because we weren't sure if you'd have such powers."
"Yes," a desperate Dracula echoed, "by me being the first vampire, I didn't know if my genes would be passed to you since your mother is pure human."
"What kind of crap is that?! You're a vampire, she's not! What did you think was going to happen?! Or did you just not think at all?!"
"You didn't show any signs, we thought you weren't affected since you were our first child," his mother cried out.
"Lies! You know what I am and knew that what I what I am is evil, so, you didn't want to tell me!"
"You are NOT evil! You are my son and there is no way you could be evil. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you father, but I sure as hell don't believe you. I'm gone! I can't, no, won't stay here any longer! I'm no longer you child! I won't be anymore. And from this day forth, I dedicate my life to wiping out your kind and preventing anyone to have my problem!"
He stormed towards the door; tears of anger streaming down his pale face.
"D, please come back, son. We are so sorry for not telling you!"
"I'm no longer your son, Ella! Not anymore!"
"D…please come back! DDDDDD!"
Elsewhere, Sadie was able to sneak back into the castle. Night was falling. She was able to get past all of the guards. All except for the one that guarder the weapons room.
"Hey, whata ya doin'? Didn't Countess tell you to scat?" asked the guards.
"No…it must have been some other girl. I need to get in there."
"Why?"
"Because…umm…Count Ella needs the sword and belt and other stuff of the hunter."
"A'int she gonna kill 'em?"
"Yeah, but, she wants him to see his stuff one last time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's a new policy. Let them get a last look at their possessions."
"Oh, alright. Go on in."
"Thanks! Oh, do you know where the hunter's hand might be?"
"Yep. Wants it for one last look, too?"
"Yeah. Right."
"Kay, I'll go git it."
As she went in the room and he bounded off, she couldn't help muttering, "moron."
She quickly found D's stuff and grabbed it. She quickly ran out of the room.
"Hey girly! Wait a minute."
She reluctantly stopped and turned around.
"Here's the hand. I thought you were gone."
"Oh, thanks again."
She started to go, then stopped and turned around.
"Do you maybe know where the hunter is? Is he still in the dungeon?"
"No, he was moved this morning to the guest room in the west wing. I'm sure he's still in there. He won't be gone til tomorrow. Countess said his death by gillo…geela…gula…"
"Guillotine?"
"Yeah, death by that is to take place just before sunrise tomora."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Anytime," he replied, but she was already out of sight.
It was a while till dawn, but quite a ways to the west wing. She hurried as fast as she could, dodging mutants and guards as she went.
She finally came upon the west wings' guest room. The door was locked. She didn't know where the key was, and didn't really have time to go look for it. She sifted through his stuff and found a dagger. She tried to pick the lock. She had a tough time, but finally got it open.
She picked up his stuff walked inside, and almost got killed.
D was waiting for whomever it was about to enter. He didn't know that it was Sadie and first, and was prepared to deliver a dangerous blow to the back of the head. He caught himself, barely though.
"Jeez! Do you want to kill me that bad?" a scared Sadie exclaimed.
"I didn't know it was you. Why are you here?"
"I'm here to help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Still sore about the whole betrayal thing, huh? Well, I did this so I could have, well, 'eternal life'. I really just wanted to live forever. I like life. So, this seemed like a good idea. Then, Ella not to change me, and I finally realized the mistake I'd made. And now, I'm here to right my wrong. If you'll let me, that is."
"I don't believe you."
"Please believe. And, I brought you your sword and stuff. Oh, and I brought you my hand. Can you do anything with it?"
He took the stuff and put it on the bed. Then he took his hand.
"Turn around."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She turned around. He put his hand where it should be and let the healing begin. He still wasn't quite up to par, so, it took a few seconds more to heal.
He wiggled his fingers. His hand still worked, but he wasn't sure if the demon was still alive.
"Are you still in there?" he whispered.
"Where else would I be?" it replied after a few tense seconds.
"Good," D whispered sarcastically. " Now shut up."
'Yeah, yeah."
"You can turn around now."
"Alright. Well, you need to get out of here. So, I'll go keep her busy, and you get going."
"I can't leave yet."
"What? Why?"
"I have to do something about her. But, I can't kill her. She's my mother, after all."
No she's not!"
"What?" D asked, a bit concerned.
"This was all a part of her plan to kill you. If she got you to believe that she was your mother, then she felt that she could control you. She studied you for a long time. Even before I was born. But she is certainly NOT your mother."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because it's the truth. I can't make you believe me. Especially not after what I did to you, but, what I said is true."
"So, she's not my mother."
"Not at all. She's not even fit to be a stepmom."
"Alright, I believe you."
"You do?"
"I suppose. For now at least. But I still don't trust you."
"I can live with that. So, are you going to do her in now?"
"Yes, I must."
"Good. She's definitely not one of the good ones. So, what do we do?"
"We?"
"Yep. We."