For You
Author's Note: Still on a roll. Except that ... I'm not. But that doesn't matter. Ideas be comin' and I'm not gonna ignore 'em!
Disclaimer: I don't own Velkan. I would love to own him, but sadly, Velkan is a fictional character. Transylvania is a town. I'm not the mayor of it. I would like to own Dracula, but I don't. I would also like to have Dracula in my bed, but that's not gonna happen any time soon.
Summary: Be it in the first chapter/prologue thing.
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Chapter 3
Interment
When I opened my eyes, I had been awake for about ten minutes. I just couldn't pry open my eyelids. Then I felt a pain in my arm and I was gone again.
"Just a sedative," Mrs. Hubbs told me. Just a sedative. It knocked me out until the morning of my mother's funeral.
My mother is dead.
In the two days I was sedated, Mrs. Hubbs managed to make the most beautiful dress possible. But for me, it was the most hideous and disgusting black Victorian dress I had ever seen. It also had a tight inner fabric, hard, that tied tightly in the back. Mrs. Hubbs called it a corset. I called it a nightmare. But she said she was wearing one too and I relaxed.
"To bring out your beauty," Mrs. Hubbs said as she helped me into the black dress that was repulsive and repugnant. Then, my neck bare except for the wooden cross and my now black hair loose, Mrs. Hubbs and I went to the funeral.
I stood numbly through out the whole ceremony, which was held outside at the family graveyard in the field. My ancestors and grandparents lie here, and now Mother.
Mother's casket was the same as everybody elses'. Plain wood, not stained nor carved, simple. How she would've liked it, I'm sure. Mother was always simple. As they lowered her into the ground, I just stared off into the mountains. I never cried, never thought of crying, and never showed emotion. Mrs. Hubbs stood behind me, sobbing quietly, and I heard some other sniffles. Mother was kind to most. She had many friends.
I missed her already.
When it was required for me to throw the first dirt on her casket, I bent, picked up a half of a centimeter of dirt and tossed it in. The gravedigger, who was near by, sniggered and said something like, "you want to finish the job, lassie?" I ignored him and backed up. The gravedigger then stepped in and shoveled the dirt in, shutting Mother in, and shutting me out.
When at last the last dirt was packed in, people came up to me and hugged me, said their condolences, then left. Mrs. Hubbs told me how beautiful I was in between hiccups, and the sides of my lips tilted ever so slightly upward and I nodded. Her lip quivered, then she wandered off in search of Sura's Inn and Bar, where I knew she would get drunk. One woman, a sinister, tall, beak nosed woman stopped in front of me.
"You," she said hostilely. "Vampire. You killed your own mother." Just as the numb feeling was going away, she made it come back. She thought I killed my own mother. She pointed a gnarled and bony finger at me.
"The devil take you," she whispered, and crossed herself. Then she said it again, and again, always crossing herself. Every time she said it, her voice got louder and louder. I sat emotionless, letting the realization that she thought I had killed my own mother sink in. Finally, the woman getting angry, she slapped me. My head was flung to the side, then I turned back, my cheek smarting, but I was still frozen.
"The devil take you!" she shrieked, slapping me again, with what looked like all her might, and I spun around and landed on the ground, soiling the long silk and velvet black dress that Mrs. Hubbs had made me. It even had a train. Even though I knew that the gown was getting ruined, I stayed on the ground, resting my forehead on the soil and letting my hair fall onto the ground. Suddenly the woman screeched, then I heard footsteps, lots of footsteps and I felt someone lift me up and turn me around. I was slowly coming to life. I was set back on my feet, and I stumbled towards Mother's grave.
I fell on my knees in front of the gravestone, bowed my head and leaned forward so my forehead collided with the stone. I breathed heavily.
"Mother," I whispered to the stone, "this is your daughter, Kallisto." And that is how I started my goodbye.
"I am sorry about your death, though I couldn't do anything about it. I will miss you, Mother. Your cooking, your smiles, your hugs and kisses, your sewing, I will miss everything. I am sorry I have not been the ideal daughter, with my appearance, and people accusing me of being a witch, demon, vampire, and all that whatnot. If I could look like anyone, Mother, I would be you.
"I love you, Mother. I always will. I'll never forget you. Not like I can." I took a breath. "I promise you, Mother, that I will kill this ... thing that killed you. I swear to you. I ... "I sounded like The Masked Man or something. I will avenge you, father.
"I love you," I whispered into the gravestone, then kissed it and crossed myself. Then I got up, sensing a presence, and turned around, not bothering to brush myself off. Seeing who it was staring at me and my mother's grave, I hurriedly brushed off my lovely dress and pushed back my hair, licking my dry lips in nervousness.
It was Velkan.
Author's Note: Still on a roll. Except that ... I'm not. But that doesn't matter. Ideas be comin' and I'm not gonna ignore 'em!
Disclaimer: I don't own Velkan. I would love to own him, but sadly, Velkan is a fictional character. Transylvania is a town. I'm not the mayor of it. I would like to own Dracula, but I don't. I would also like to have Dracula in my bed, but that's not gonna happen any time soon.
Summary: Be it in the first chapter/prologue thing.
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Chapter 3
Interment
When I opened my eyes, I had been awake for about ten minutes. I just couldn't pry open my eyelids. Then I felt a pain in my arm and I was gone again.
"Just a sedative," Mrs. Hubbs told me. Just a sedative. It knocked me out until the morning of my mother's funeral.
My mother is dead.
In the two days I was sedated, Mrs. Hubbs managed to make the most beautiful dress possible. But for me, it was the most hideous and disgusting black Victorian dress I had ever seen. It also had a tight inner fabric, hard, that tied tightly in the back. Mrs. Hubbs called it a corset. I called it a nightmare. But she said she was wearing one too and I relaxed.
"To bring out your beauty," Mrs. Hubbs said as she helped me into the black dress that was repulsive and repugnant. Then, my neck bare except for the wooden cross and my now black hair loose, Mrs. Hubbs and I went to the funeral.
I stood numbly through out the whole ceremony, which was held outside at the family graveyard in the field. My ancestors and grandparents lie here, and now Mother.
Mother's casket was the same as everybody elses'. Plain wood, not stained nor carved, simple. How she would've liked it, I'm sure. Mother was always simple. As they lowered her into the ground, I just stared off into the mountains. I never cried, never thought of crying, and never showed emotion. Mrs. Hubbs stood behind me, sobbing quietly, and I heard some other sniffles. Mother was kind to most. She had many friends.
I missed her already.
When it was required for me to throw the first dirt on her casket, I bent, picked up a half of a centimeter of dirt and tossed it in. The gravedigger, who was near by, sniggered and said something like, "you want to finish the job, lassie?" I ignored him and backed up. The gravedigger then stepped in and shoveled the dirt in, shutting Mother in, and shutting me out.
When at last the last dirt was packed in, people came up to me and hugged me, said their condolences, then left. Mrs. Hubbs told me how beautiful I was in between hiccups, and the sides of my lips tilted ever so slightly upward and I nodded. Her lip quivered, then she wandered off in search of Sura's Inn and Bar, where I knew she would get drunk. One woman, a sinister, tall, beak nosed woman stopped in front of me.
"You," she said hostilely. "Vampire. You killed your own mother." Just as the numb feeling was going away, she made it come back. She thought I killed my own mother. She pointed a gnarled and bony finger at me.
"The devil take you," she whispered, and crossed herself. Then she said it again, and again, always crossing herself. Every time she said it, her voice got louder and louder. I sat emotionless, letting the realization that she thought I had killed my own mother sink in. Finally, the woman getting angry, she slapped me. My head was flung to the side, then I turned back, my cheek smarting, but I was still frozen.
"The devil take you!" she shrieked, slapping me again, with what looked like all her might, and I spun around and landed on the ground, soiling the long silk and velvet black dress that Mrs. Hubbs had made me. It even had a train. Even though I knew that the gown was getting ruined, I stayed on the ground, resting my forehead on the soil and letting my hair fall onto the ground. Suddenly the woman screeched, then I heard footsteps, lots of footsteps and I felt someone lift me up and turn me around. I was slowly coming to life. I was set back on my feet, and I stumbled towards Mother's grave.
I fell on my knees in front of the gravestone, bowed my head and leaned forward so my forehead collided with the stone. I breathed heavily.
"Mother," I whispered to the stone, "this is your daughter, Kallisto." And that is how I started my goodbye.
"I am sorry about your death, though I couldn't do anything about it. I will miss you, Mother. Your cooking, your smiles, your hugs and kisses, your sewing, I will miss everything. I am sorry I have not been the ideal daughter, with my appearance, and people accusing me of being a witch, demon, vampire, and all that whatnot. If I could look like anyone, Mother, I would be you.
"I love you, Mother. I always will. I'll never forget you. Not like I can." I took a breath. "I promise you, Mother, that I will kill this ... thing that killed you. I swear to you. I ... "I sounded like The Masked Man or something. I will avenge you, father.
"I love you," I whispered into the gravestone, then kissed it and crossed myself. Then I got up, sensing a presence, and turned around, not bothering to brush myself off. Seeing who it was staring at me and my mother's grave, I hurriedly brushed off my lovely dress and pushed back my hair, licking my dry lips in nervousness.
It was Velkan.