Castle Dracula:
Vladius smiled as the blood entered his cold dead veins, bringing a fusion of heat in his body. He decided to get some fledglings soon after. He was desperately in need of assistance. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, his body wracking in agony. Moments passed. All was still. He looked into a somewhat shattered mirror. His pale skin was streaked with black, his mouth and canines more elongated, his wings longer than usual-and his claws razor- sharp.
"Not bad,"
He noticed.
Iilana was washing her mouth for hours. The taste of Dracula's foul blood in her mouth SICKENED her to no end....
Ack...ack.."
Iilana gagged at the coppery sensation in his mouth. Whatever possessed her to do THAT?
FLASHBACK
Iilana had chomped down hard on his neck, where Gabriel-in werewolf form- had bitten him a year back. Reopening the wound, blood spurted out, turning the water red. He howled and batted her aside, pieces of his flesh in her mouth.....
"Really, Iilana, stop washing your mouth. You're alright."
"Easy for YOU to say, Anna. YOU didn't give him a HATEFUL HICKEY!"
She spat before gargling once more.
"What's a hickey?"
asked Carl.
Anna and Gabriel chose to be silent. Carl decided to look it up in a dictionary.
After burying the many souls that were lost due to Dracula and tending to the injured-Cardinal Jinnette was in a coma -, all collasped in exhaustion onto straws of hay to rest. Iilana dreamt....
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The year was 1452, Romania. Two men, their faces hidden by the Nights's cover rode on horses towards a city. The Moon revealed her luminous face, revealing the face of the man on the right. His face was handsome. His hair was long and ebony, tied at the back of his head. A single earring adorned one ear. His attire was grand and black. The one on the left, was ruggedly handsome, his attire rugged. His shoulder-length brown hair was dancing in the cool winds. His face was stern. Iilana's heart stopped. She had seen them before....
"Really, Gabriel, try and lighten up a little, will you?"
"I have little reason to smile, Dracula MY FRIEND."
Friend? Friend? Friend! Was she going mad? Where was she? Then, without warning, the scene changed...
The room was made of Italian marble. Black marble to be precise. Iilana wore a champange –white dress that had tapered sleeves and made a 'ring' at her middle finger. Her dress was an off-the shoulder, strapless number. Her hair was in a French Twist.
"You look lovely."
Carl stood behind her, wearing a suit, looking so child-like.
"Thank you. Care to dance?"
Taking her hand, they did a waltz.
He was a GOOD dancer, to her surprise.
"How did you learn to dance like that?"
"A natural gift, my love."
He leaned in to kiss her. That was when alarm bells rang in her head. Carl kissed her shyly-NOT hungrily like this –
She jerked away.
"What's wrong my love?'
"Carl doesn't force himself on me like that, Dracula. You really should take out that earring if you wish to fool me."
'Carl' grinned-and Dracula took his place.
"I thank you for that sweet blood of yours."
"Not I."
Dracula morphed into his new, improved form. Her jaw dropped.
"I am much stronger now, Iilana. I thank you."
She turned to leave-only to have Dracula's face before her. She struck-he intercepted it.
"So strong...so stubborn-and beautiful-like Anna-
"Keep her out of this!"
"I doubt it."
With that, several lengths of black string wrapped around her.
"How does it feel to be a puppet on my string, Iilana?"
He gave a yank. She cried in pain. And woke up...
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Dracula opened his eyes at the same time. He got up from his coffin and picked up several spools of black thread. There was SO much he could do with them...
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Vladius smiled as the blood entered his cold dead veins, bringing a fusion of heat in his body. He decided to get some fledglings soon after. He was desperately in need of assistance. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, his body wracking in agony. Moments passed. All was still. He looked into a somewhat shattered mirror. His pale skin was streaked with black, his mouth and canines more elongated, his wings longer than usual-and his claws razor- sharp.
"Not bad,"
He noticed.
Iilana was washing her mouth for hours. The taste of Dracula's foul blood in her mouth SICKENED her to no end....
Ack...ack.."
Iilana gagged at the coppery sensation in his mouth. Whatever possessed her to do THAT?
FLASHBACK
Iilana had chomped down hard on his neck, where Gabriel-in werewolf form- had bitten him a year back. Reopening the wound, blood spurted out, turning the water red. He howled and batted her aside, pieces of his flesh in her mouth.....
"Really, Iilana, stop washing your mouth. You're alright."
"Easy for YOU to say, Anna. YOU didn't give him a HATEFUL HICKEY!"
She spat before gargling once more.
"What's a hickey?"
asked Carl.
Anna and Gabriel chose to be silent. Carl decided to look it up in a dictionary.
After burying the many souls that were lost due to Dracula and tending to the injured-Cardinal Jinnette was in a coma -, all collasped in exhaustion onto straws of hay to rest. Iilana dreamt....
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The year was 1452, Romania. Two men, their faces hidden by the Nights's cover rode on horses towards a city. The Moon revealed her luminous face, revealing the face of the man on the right. His face was handsome. His hair was long and ebony, tied at the back of his head. A single earring adorned one ear. His attire was grand and black. The one on the left, was ruggedly handsome, his attire rugged. His shoulder-length brown hair was dancing in the cool winds. His face was stern. Iilana's heart stopped. She had seen them before....
"Really, Gabriel, try and lighten up a little, will you?"
"I have little reason to smile, Dracula MY FRIEND."
Friend? Friend? Friend! Was she going mad? Where was she? Then, without warning, the scene changed...
The room was made of Italian marble. Black marble to be precise. Iilana wore a champange –white dress that had tapered sleeves and made a 'ring' at her middle finger. Her dress was an off-the shoulder, strapless number. Her hair was in a French Twist.
"You look lovely."
Carl stood behind her, wearing a suit, looking so child-like.
"Thank you. Care to dance?"
Taking her hand, they did a waltz.
He was a GOOD dancer, to her surprise.
"How did you learn to dance like that?"
"A natural gift, my love."
He leaned in to kiss her. That was when alarm bells rang in her head. Carl kissed her shyly-NOT hungrily like this –
She jerked away.
"What's wrong my love?'
"Carl doesn't force himself on me like that, Dracula. You really should take out that earring if you wish to fool me."
'Carl' grinned-and Dracula took his place.
"I thank you for that sweet blood of yours."
"Not I."
Dracula morphed into his new, improved form. Her jaw dropped.
"I am much stronger now, Iilana. I thank you."
She turned to leave-only to have Dracula's face before her. She struck-he intercepted it.
"So strong...so stubborn-and beautiful-like Anna-
"Keep her out of this!"
"I doubt it."
With that, several lengths of black string wrapped around her.
"How does it feel to be a puppet on my string, Iilana?"
He gave a yank. She cried in pain. And woke up...
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Dracula opened his eyes at the same time. He got up from his coffin and picked up several spools of black thread. There was SO much he could do with them...
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