Finally! I'm glad I'm back, and I apologize for taking so long to update! But I have 2 chapters for you all ready to go. This one is just a short little intro to Marishka, and I hope you like it! I take no claim to the characters, but this time I take claim to the story because I did make it myself, I forgot to say that before!! Enjoy.
Dracula's Brides
Chapter 5: Meeting Marishka
The time had come for Vladislaus to take his next bride; he was preparing himself for a quick trip back to the village where he had found Verona. All he needed was another woman, any woman, for his plan. He needed more children and with the time it took for Verona to give birth once, it would be centuries before he could act, and this could not wait. Landing on the roof of a house he spotted a beautiful blonde haired woman who was bending over to grab a child, as she turned around with the baby in her arms he knew she was his next bride. She could not see him as it was dark, but the dawn would come soon and he had to act fast, baring his fangs once more he transformed and took flight.
(The day before...)
Marishka was the only girl in her family besides her mother, and having three brothers made her such a tomboy, that people questioned sometimes whether or not she truly was a girl. The way she handled herself around men was undoubtedly masculine, but when she was left alone, or caught off guard, her eyes and feminine body were the envy of all around her. She hated wearing dresses and grew accustomed to shear baggy pants she had made herself sometime ago. Her mother and father wanted her to marry, she was already twenty-one and feeding the mouths of four children, especially boys, was not an easy task. While she was a good daughter and worked hard for them, her behavior was unacceptable in their once respectful family. They had made a name for themselves when she was a little girl, and had made good money during the summer time. But raiders and thieves stole a lot of what they had in farming, burning down crops and killing their cattle. Now they had almost nothing to their name.
Marishka hated change, she always resisted a man coming on to her, and would always end up in fights to get men off her. She could handle herself very well, and since she had no plans of settling down ever, she would have to protect herself all her life. Her brothers protected her when they could, but the youngest, who was still a baby, was her joy in life. She loved taking care of him when no one else would. At night they would sit by an old useless well and she would hold him until he fell asleep in her arms, it was only then when someone could catch her off guard and in the moonlight see her piercing, magnificent eyes. Sometimes she would sing to him, or tell him stories, other times she would fall asleep with him and awake in the morning when the fresh dew sat still on the grass. Sometimes she would tell her baby brother about her dreams of having a family when she felt lonely, but other times she would denounce all men and declare herself to never marry anyone when she was angry. It was a time like this, when someone caught her off guard for the last time.
She was sitting down by the well that night when her baby brother crawled out of her reach.
"Akmed, come back here you silly boy." She laughed as he giggled his way into a puddle. "Now look at your clothes, mother will not be pleased with me for this." She whispered disappointedly to him. She bent over to pick him up and as she turned around with him in his arms, complete darkness took her in.
It seemed as if the world was falling from her, she no longer felt the ground, or her brother in her arms.