Disclaimer: Does the copyright for Dracula exist anymore? Just in case, I don't plan on making any money off of this. Bram Stoker owns (owned) the novel Dracula.
A/N: This is just a short little ficlet I wrote while brainstorming for My BtVS fic, Summers' Residence. Hope it's not that bad.
Side Note- I was listening to Bloodletting by Concrete Blond while I wrote this.
Nocturnal Activity
Darkness sets over the small town of Transylvania like a thick, impenetrable fog that only a few brave souls dare to navigate through. I slip on my cloak that matches the starless sky in color and set out to indulge in my nocturnal activities.
Rivers of hot wine-colored blood flow past my cold lips as I move from one victim to the next and the night becomes a blur of red and black flashing past my eyes as I temporarily sate my eternal thirst. Men and women lay dead in the streets to be discovered in the bitter light of mourning by their loved ones. Grief and terror will once again fill the minds and streets of Transylvania as I join them in watching the bodies burn from a west-facing window at dawn. I feed of their fear and sadness as I feed of their blood.
I will not drink again for a long time. As commanding as my thirst is, I cannot heed it's every demand. The people of Transylvania are my life source, and I cannot allow them all to expire. For though I am fearless, I would not like to leave the convenience of Transylvania, which has come to be like an open vein to me these past centuries. So as the memory of the marks on the necks of the dead fade, the mortals below resume their nocturnal activities and I, Lady Dracula, swoop down upon them to resume mine.
A/N: I know it wasn't the best fic, but it was an idea that just popped up. Review, tell me what you think, and maybe I'll do more with the Lady Dracula. All flames will be used to cremate the townspeople of Transylvania.