Coming Alive
Dracula sighed as he walked down the streets of Transylvania with his brides trailing behind him, looking for something to either eat or do. The years had gone by so slowly ever since Gabriel murdered him and he made a pact with the Devil, and he hoped it would go by faster in the later years. Twenty years had passed and now he was bored. How was he going to live forever when he was bored after twenty years?
He looked around at the inhabitants of the town and saw that none of them feared the four vampires nor did they run. Many of the men were in the fields as the women took care of the housework and livestock that was inside the stables of their homes. He was thinking of adding another bride to his collection, which was a foul word, but he couldn't find one beautiful enough to change. He wondered if Valerious had a daughter, and if so, he'd change that one.
The three brides trailed behind and looked sad. Their master hadn't said a word since they left their icy home. What was he doing in Transylvania, not feeding or causing terror? Something was wrong with him and they couldn't ask, afraid that he would become angry with their insistent questioning about his nature. They knew it all too well, his nature, and when he was quiet, he was most likely thinking.
Dracula looked behind him and sighed, before his dark black eyes met the eyes of a woman of early twenties. She was breathless, beautiful, and alive. He could feel the blood flowing in her veins and the pounding of her heart.
"Ah, sweet blood," Dracula whispered, turning fully.
Aleera turned first, meeting the eyes of the woman that had caught Dracula's attention. Marishka turned next, then Verona. They had to admit, she was beautiful, and Dracula's eyes would not wander if it were not for a beautiful woman. Her tattered clothes hugged her body nice, showing off a lithe body beneath the peasant clothing. Her hands and face was covered in dirt as she tried to pick up the dirty clothes she had dropped.
"Great," she whispered, and the four vampires heard her as clear as day. "Mother will kill me."
Dracula smiled. "Kill her for dirty clothes? I could do that for her mother, what do you think, my loves?"
"No, master," Aleera said, softly. "She is beautiful, yes, but why make another bride? Do we mean so little to you?"
Dracula shook his head. "You mean a lot in my non-existent heart, but I wonder what would happen if I did not change her, and mated with her."
"Your children might come out alive, master," Marishka said.
Dracula smiled and motioned for his brides to stay behind him as he approached the kneeling woman. He could feel the blood pumping through her veins and wanted so much to drink her dry, but he wanted her to live as his bride. He knelt down besides her and picked up a dirty skirt, making the girl jump. Her heart began to beat faster and Dracula had to fight the urge to bare her throat and drink her dry.
"Ah, my beautiful Antanasia," he whispered, gently moving a strand of ash blonde hair out of her face.
The girl dropped the basket, the clothes staying inside this time, and gasped. "How do you know me?"
Dracula's finger briefly touched her jaw, before he lifted her up onto her feet. "I know all about you, my darling Antanasia. You must come with me, live with me and my brides."
"My family, my brothers and sisters, need me!" she replied, shakily. She glanced inside, hoping her mother would not see her with this mysterious man.
"I can save your family," he whispered. "But I want you to come with me."
Dracula noticed how she hesitated by looking at the cottage behind them and knew instantly the pain and suffering that this woman went through to care for nine brothers and sisters. He led her away from the window and snapped, his brides appearing by his side.
"Kill the mother," he ordered. "Leave the children alive, and give them to a better family."
"Children are the best," Aleera said, softly.
"Especially nine children!" Verona exclaimed.
"Do it!" Dracula's voice boomed, scaring everything in sight. "Now, come on, my beautiful Antanasia, we go home!"
Antanasia looked behind her one last time, looking at the place she called home for most of her life and sighed. Taking Dracula's hand, she felt the air beneath her as she noticed that Dracula had taken his bat form. She was too stunned to speak, too stunned to scream. What was he?
I am an immortal, my love, the voice of Dracula was clear in her head. This is my true form, for I am a vampire. Do not fear this form. I do not take it often.
"Vampire?" Antanasia gasped. "I thought they only lived in the myths!"
No, we are truly real. I will tell you the story when we return to my home, Dracula replied to her in her mind.
Antanasia could not believe what was happening. The stories had been true; her mother had threatened that she'd feed her children to the vampires of the north. Why hadn't she been scared then? She was scared for her life. If vampires existed, that means that this man wanted to suck her dry, or did he?
Dracula noticed her thinking and wondered if she feared him in this form. She seemed like it, that was for sure, but he would make it so she didn't when they returned. Dracula also began to miss his three brides, but the beauty of Antanasia was slowly replacing theirs in his mind.
He looked down beneath him and began to fly down lower. Antanasia thought he was going to drop her off in some icy cavern and leave her. Then she realized that this was his home, high in the mountains, away from anything else in the world. Dracula changed into his human form, still clutching Antanasia's hand, as they landed.
Antanasia caught her breath and almost fainted, but Dracula's quick moves caught her before she fell. He was never one to fall in love with a mortal woman, but he could not change her because his brides would kill her in an instant. Instead, he'd bond her to him. She would not be vampire, nor would she need to feed on blood, instead she'd be with him for eternity. If he were killed, which was very unlikely, then whoever killed him, Antanasia would become bonded to the murderer.
"Follow me, my love," he said, holding his hand out once more.
"I don't even know your name," Antanasia said, grasping it.
"Dracula," he replied.
He led her in by the hand into a dark lit room surrounded by candles. The room was huge, the biggest room Antanasia had ever seen in her life. Dracula noticed her gaping eyes and turned towards her, holding her close. He fought the urge to bite her now, but instead, he pressed his cold lips to her warm ones. Antanasia trembled beneath Dracula's hold and sighed. This man, or whatever he was, could kiss.
Dracula felt his brides coming back and ended the kiss, leaving Antanasia breathless. He had to admit she was a better kisser than Verona was, or even Aleera and Marishka, but if they knew that her kisses left him breathless, they'd get jealous.
"The children are safe," Aleera announced, changing from her demon form into her human form.
"The mother proved to be a satisfying meal," Verona replied, smiling.
Marishka changed next to Antanasia, making the girl jump, and she smiled. "Now I know where she gets her spunk."
"I'm innocent," Antanasia whispered, which made the brides laugh.
"That can be changed."
Dracula shot Verona an evil look, which made the bride cower in fear. Antanasia noticed how the vampire bride feared her master and wondered if they meant to change her into one of them. Dracula sorted through Antanasia's mind, looking for the question she was thinking of, but instantly stopped in the middle of the thought. He had done that with Verona and Aleera, and he promised himself he wouldn't do that to his next victim.
"We won't change you," he said, softly. "But I do want to bond you to me. I want you to live forever with me, by my side, as does my brides."
"How? You have to change someone for them to become immortal," Antanasia murmured. "I don't understand."
Dracula moved closer to the trembling woman and ran his hand against her smooth cheek. "You will understand with time. Everything will become clearer tomorrow. Now I want a taste, and it won't hurt much, I swear to you."
Antanasia looked at the three brides, their smiles making her even more frightened. Dracula tilted her neck to the side and ran his hand up and down it, before going in for the bite. He felt her blood trail down his throat and he made sure he did not take so much as to kill her, but enough that she was bonded to him. She would only satisfy him, and if anyone else tried to drink her blood, they'd get poisoning.
Her neck hurt from where Dracula bit her after he stopped drinking. He was right, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would hurt. Dracula wiped his mouth clean from any traces of blood and kissed her hard, once more. She tasted her one blood on his tongue and she knew everything about Dracula in that instant. His blood and her blood had fused together. Now they were bonded to each other forever.
Aleera looked at Marishka, then at Verona and decided to say, "My lord, we shall go get you food so the girl can get acquainted with you."
Dracula smiled and nodded. "Don't be long, for I shall miss your company."
The brides changed into their demon forms in a blink of an eye and left soon after Antanasia blinked. Dracula turned to Antanasia and ran his fingers through her hair. Her hair was satin underneath his fingers and he would love to run it through it a million times.
"You can walk in sunlight," he said. "But only because you are not fully a vampire. You don't need to drink blood to survive, nor can you change form. You still give birth to living things, which I hope will help me."
"You want me to-"
"Bear my children," he finished for her. "Yes, that is exactly what I want."
He stepped closer to her, pulling her into his grasp, and then transporting themselves into a room with a bed. He found it unusual that they had a bed, but he also knew that after he made love to her, they'd sleep in his coffin so his brides would not interrupt them.
"Please," she whispered. "Not tonight. If I ever ask you for anything, this is the one thing I ask. I want you to do that-"
Antanasia began to blush and Dracula kissed her on the lips once more. "Anything you ask, it becomes done. You are mine; my brides will never harm you for I will kill them, and they know that."
She looked away and sat on the bed. Dracula sat next to her, but was afraid of the morning sun about to rise. Everything had gone by so quickly that she couldn't register anything anymore. First, the sun set earlier than usual and she had to go out in the dark to get the clothes that were hung to dry. Then, this man comes and helps her, lifting her off her feet and into a castle. Then he makes her fall in love with him, and now he wants to make love to her.
"I don't want you to feel as if I am not as good as them," she said, softly. "I bet they threw themselves on you once you changed them."
"Do not worry about that, my Ana," Dracula said. "Be at peace and sleep. I will see you when the sun sets, or whenever you decide to wake."
Antanasia watched the man retreat towards the door, and almost screamed, "May I stay with you? I might sound like an obsessed woman."
Dracula smiled and she felt at peace. He nodded and watched her smile, her eyes lighting up in a manner he had yet to see. She walked casually towards him and he held her as they made their way downstairs. Downstairs, Verona had a woman in her arms and Marishka holding a man. Dracula wanted to take them but the sweet taste of his Ana's blood still ran through his veins. Maybe he'd drink from Ana tomorrow when they both woke.
"They're ripe, master," Aleera said. "Not dead yet."
"Good," Dracula said. "I shall be back."
Antanasia nodded and Dracula was replaced by Aleera's presence. "He is great, no?"
Ana nodded. "Yes."
Aleera smiled. She was beginning to like this girl who had won her master's heart in a matter of minutes. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that her master paid more attention to the girl than his brides, but that would soon fade away. Her master was infatuated with the bonded human, and she was on her way.
Ana choked a bit when she saw more fangs in Dracula's mouth than before as he bit down onto the neck of the unconscious woman. She knew she would have to get used to watching them feed for this was their meal, yet she didn't have to eat this way. She still ate like a human except that she would live forever.
She wondered how her family was doing when Dracula finished with the second victim. She gasped when he appeared at her side. Ana would have to get used to him being able to do that. The brides watched as Dracula led his new pet over to his coffin. They sighed and went to their own respective bedding chambers. They didn't want to watch the girl sleep with their master, even if it wasn't mating.
"Sleep," he said, softly, once he and Ana were in the coffin comfortably. "You will be safe here, my darling Ana."
Ana leaned into the soft embrace that the vampire made for her and sighed contentedly. She felt as if she was in Heaven and instantly fell asleep. Dracula breathed in and caught the scent of his Ana, his bonded human. Dracula soon fell asleep, listening to Ana's steady heartbeat.
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Dracula sighed as he walked down the streets of Transylvania with his brides trailing behind him, looking for something to either eat or do. The years had gone by so slowly ever since Gabriel murdered him and he made a pact with the Devil, and he hoped it would go by faster in the later years. Twenty years had passed and now he was bored. How was he going to live forever when he was bored after twenty years?
He looked around at the inhabitants of the town and saw that none of them feared the four vampires nor did they run. Many of the men were in the fields as the women took care of the housework and livestock that was inside the stables of their homes. He was thinking of adding another bride to his collection, which was a foul word, but he couldn't find one beautiful enough to change. He wondered if Valerious had a daughter, and if so, he'd change that one.
The three brides trailed behind and looked sad. Their master hadn't said a word since they left their icy home. What was he doing in Transylvania, not feeding or causing terror? Something was wrong with him and they couldn't ask, afraid that he would become angry with their insistent questioning about his nature. They knew it all too well, his nature, and when he was quiet, he was most likely thinking.
Dracula looked behind him and sighed, before his dark black eyes met the eyes of a woman of early twenties. She was breathless, beautiful, and alive. He could feel the blood flowing in her veins and the pounding of her heart.
"Ah, sweet blood," Dracula whispered, turning fully.
Aleera turned first, meeting the eyes of the woman that had caught Dracula's attention. Marishka turned next, then Verona. They had to admit, she was beautiful, and Dracula's eyes would not wander if it were not for a beautiful woman. Her tattered clothes hugged her body nice, showing off a lithe body beneath the peasant clothing. Her hands and face was covered in dirt as she tried to pick up the dirty clothes she had dropped.
"Great," she whispered, and the four vampires heard her as clear as day. "Mother will kill me."
Dracula smiled. "Kill her for dirty clothes? I could do that for her mother, what do you think, my loves?"
"No, master," Aleera said, softly. "She is beautiful, yes, but why make another bride? Do we mean so little to you?"
Dracula shook his head. "You mean a lot in my non-existent heart, but I wonder what would happen if I did not change her, and mated with her."
"Your children might come out alive, master," Marishka said.
Dracula smiled and motioned for his brides to stay behind him as he approached the kneeling woman. He could feel the blood pumping through her veins and wanted so much to drink her dry, but he wanted her to live as his bride. He knelt down besides her and picked up a dirty skirt, making the girl jump. Her heart began to beat faster and Dracula had to fight the urge to bare her throat and drink her dry.
"Ah, my beautiful Antanasia," he whispered, gently moving a strand of ash blonde hair out of her face.
The girl dropped the basket, the clothes staying inside this time, and gasped. "How do you know me?"
Dracula's finger briefly touched her jaw, before he lifted her up onto her feet. "I know all about you, my darling Antanasia. You must come with me, live with me and my brides."
"My family, my brothers and sisters, need me!" she replied, shakily. She glanced inside, hoping her mother would not see her with this mysterious man.
"I can save your family," he whispered. "But I want you to come with me."
Dracula noticed how she hesitated by looking at the cottage behind them and knew instantly the pain and suffering that this woman went through to care for nine brothers and sisters. He led her away from the window and snapped, his brides appearing by his side.
"Kill the mother," he ordered. "Leave the children alive, and give them to a better family."
"Children are the best," Aleera said, softly.
"Especially nine children!" Verona exclaimed.
"Do it!" Dracula's voice boomed, scaring everything in sight. "Now, come on, my beautiful Antanasia, we go home!"
Antanasia looked behind her one last time, looking at the place she called home for most of her life and sighed. Taking Dracula's hand, she felt the air beneath her as she noticed that Dracula had taken his bat form. She was too stunned to speak, too stunned to scream. What was he?
I am an immortal, my love, the voice of Dracula was clear in her head. This is my true form, for I am a vampire. Do not fear this form. I do not take it often.
"Vampire?" Antanasia gasped. "I thought they only lived in the myths!"
No, we are truly real. I will tell you the story when we return to my home, Dracula replied to her in her mind.
Antanasia could not believe what was happening. The stories had been true; her mother had threatened that she'd feed her children to the vampires of the north. Why hadn't she been scared then? She was scared for her life. If vampires existed, that means that this man wanted to suck her dry, or did he?
Dracula noticed her thinking and wondered if she feared him in this form. She seemed like it, that was for sure, but he would make it so she didn't when they returned. Dracula also began to miss his three brides, but the beauty of Antanasia was slowly replacing theirs in his mind.
He looked down beneath him and began to fly down lower. Antanasia thought he was going to drop her off in some icy cavern and leave her. Then she realized that this was his home, high in the mountains, away from anything else in the world. Dracula changed into his human form, still clutching Antanasia's hand, as they landed.
Antanasia caught her breath and almost fainted, but Dracula's quick moves caught her before she fell. He was never one to fall in love with a mortal woman, but he could not change her because his brides would kill her in an instant. Instead, he'd bond her to him. She would not be vampire, nor would she need to feed on blood, instead she'd be with him for eternity. If he were killed, which was very unlikely, then whoever killed him, Antanasia would become bonded to the murderer.
"Follow me, my love," he said, holding his hand out once more.
"I don't even know your name," Antanasia said, grasping it.
"Dracula," he replied.
He led her in by the hand into a dark lit room surrounded by candles. The room was huge, the biggest room Antanasia had ever seen in her life. Dracula noticed her gaping eyes and turned towards her, holding her close. He fought the urge to bite her now, but instead, he pressed his cold lips to her warm ones. Antanasia trembled beneath Dracula's hold and sighed. This man, or whatever he was, could kiss.
Dracula felt his brides coming back and ended the kiss, leaving Antanasia breathless. He had to admit she was a better kisser than Verona was, or even Aleera and Marishka, but if they knew that her kisses left him breathless, they'd get jealous.
"The children are safe," Aleera announced, changing from her demon form into her human form.
"The mother proved to be a satisfying meal," Verona replied, smiling.
Marishka changed next to Antanasia, making the girl jump, and she smiled. "Now I know where she gets her spunk."
"I'm innocent," Antanasia whispered, which made the brides laugh.
"That can be changed."
Dracula shot Verona an evil look, which made the bride cower in fear. Antanasia noticed how the vampire bride feared her master and wondered if they meant to change her into one of them. Dracula sorted through Antanasia's mind, looking for the question she was thinking of, but instantly stopped in the middle of the thought. He had done that with Verona and Aleera, and he promised himself he wouldn't do that to his next victim.
"We won't change you," he said, softly. "But I do want to bond you to me. I want you to live forever with me, by my side, as does my brides."
"How? You have to change someone for them to become immortal," Antanasia murmured. "I don't understand."
Dracula moved closer to the trembling woman and ran his hand against her smooth cheek. "You will understand with time. Everything will become clearer tomorrow. Now I want a taste, and it won't hurt much, I swear to you."
Antanasia looked at the three brides, their smiles making her even more frightened. Dracula tilted her neck to the side and ran his hand up and down it, before going in for the bite. He felt her blood trail down his throat and he made sure he did not take so much as to kill her, but enough that she was bonded to him. She would only satisfy him, and if anyone else tried to drink her blood, they'd get poisoning.
Her neck hurt from where Dracula bit her after he stopped drinking. He was right, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would hurt. Dracula wiped his mouth clean from any traces of blood and kissed her hard, once more. She tasted her one blood on his tongue and she knew everything about Dracula in that instant. His blood and her blood had fused together. Now they were bonded to each other forever.
Aleera looked at Marishka, then at Verona and decided to say, "My lord, we shall go get you food so the girl can get acquainted with you."
Dracula smiled and nodded. "Don't be long, for I shall miss your company."
The brides changed into their demon forms in a blink of an eye and left soon after Antanasia blinked. Dracula turned to Antanasia and ran his fingers through her hair. Her hair was satin underneath his fingers and he would love to run it through it a million times.
"You can walk in sunlight," he said. "But only because you are not fully a vampire. You don't need to drink blood to survive, nor can you change form. You still give birth to living things, which I hope will help me."
"You want me to-"
"Bear my children," he finished for her. "Yes, that is exactly what I want."
He stepped closer to her, pulling her into his grasp, and then transporting themselves into a room with a bed. He found it unusual that they had a bed, but he also knew that after he made love to her, they'd sleep in his coffin so his brides would not interrupt them.
"Please," she whispered. "Not tonight. If I ever ask you for anything, this is the one thing I ask. I want you to do that-"
Antanasia began to blush and Dracula kissed her on the lips once more. "Anything you ask, it becomes done. You are mine; my brides will never harm you for I will kill them, and they know that."
She looked away and sat on the bed. Dracula sat next to her, but was afraid of the morning sun about to rise. Everything had gone by so quickly that she couldn't register anything anymore. First, the sun set earlier than usual and she had to go out in the dark to get the clothes that were hung to dry. Then, this man comes and helps her, lifting her off her feet and into a castle. Then he makes her fall in love with him, and now he wants to make love to her.
"I don't want you to feel as if I am not as good as them," she said, softly. "I bet they threw themselves on you once you changed them."
"Do not worry about that, my Ana," Dracula said. "Be at peace and sleep. I will see you when the sun sets, or whenever you decide to wake."
Antanasia watched the man retreat towards the door, and almost screamed, "May I stay with you? I might sound like an obsessed woman."
Dracula smiled and she felt at peace. He nodded and watched her smile, her eyes lighting up in a manner he had yet to see. She walked casually towards him and he held her as they made their way downstairs. Downstairs, Verona had a woman in her arms and Marishka holding a man. Dracula wanted to take them but the sweet taste of his Ana's blood still ran through his veins. Maybe he'd drink from Ana tomorrow when they both woke.
"They're ripe, master," Aleera said. "Not dead yet."
"Good," Dracula said. "I shall be back."
Antanasia nodded and Dracula was replaced by Aleera's presence. "He is great, no?"
Ana nodded. "Yes."
Aleera smiled. She was beginning to like this girl who had won her master's heart in a matter of minutes. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that her master paid more attention to the girl than his brides, but that would soon fade away. Her master was infatuated with the bonded human, and she was on her way.
Ana choked a bit when she saw more fangs in Dracula's mouth than before as he bit down onto the neck of the unconscious woman. She knew she would have to get used to watching them feed for this was their meal, yet she didn't have to eat this way. She still ate like a human except that she would live forever.
She wondered how her family was doing when Dracula finished with the second victim. She gasped when he appeared at her side. Ana would have to get used to him being able to do that. The brides watched as Dracula led his new pet over to his coffin. They sighed and went to their own respective bedding chambers. They didn't want to watch the girl sleep with their master, even if it wasn't mating.
"Sleep," he said, softly, once he and Ana were in the coffin comfortably. "You will be safe here, my darling Ana."
Ana leaned into the soft embrace that the vampire made for her and sighed contentedly. She felt as if she was in Heaven and instantly fell asleep. Dracula breathed in and caught the scent of his Ana, his bonded human. Dracula soon fell asleep, listening to Ana's steady heartbeat.
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