Velkan quietly swore as he tried to get up. It was night now. He was
surprised to be alive, above all things. The shock of the fall-and the
added bulk of the werewolf-now a dead old man- should have snapped his
spine the very least.
"Oh well... I should be grateful to be alive...."
He thought wryly. The humor made him forget the pain momentarily. Swimming expertly towards dry land, he felt a jolt of pain shoot through his head. He fell upon hard solid ground, retching blood. He felt his neck-and brought back slightly bloody fingers
Holy Mary.
He had been bitten. And, he had a concussion.
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CASSANDRA'S POV:
I awoke several hours later, in a coffin. It was large and comfortable. Wait a minute-LARGE AND COMFORTABLE?!!! I sit up at once and look down at myself. I look normal once more. The pain is gone. And so is my suit. In its place, a simple navy-blue dress, with NO hated corset. What am I doing, thinking about clothes when I am a ..a...
I cannot even say it. I look around the room the coffin and I are in. It is a dark room, but elegant-in a sinister way. I look at a mirror-where is my reflection?
"Fool...vampires have no reflections."
I tell myself.
(A/N: From here, she is speaking ALOUD)
Right. So from now on I shall hate: Holy Water, Crucifixes, Stakes, Garlic (I never liked it anyway) and what- have-you. And, I become a bat-like creature and drink the body's warm scarlet water as my food and live forever as the damned. Oh Sweet God... I can't believe I am not absolutely terrified about this at all! True, I DO want to live-but not like this! And WHERE IS Dracula? I hate him for what he has done-no, yet...Damnation! I curse the day I, no, He, oh forget it..I curse the day WE were both born! Damnit girl, stop rambling!
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Diary Of Alina Velastock:
20th June 1887
I have just received a letter from Karen Mouskeri asking me to accompany her to Translavania to see Cassandra. After much detailed discussions with my family, they have allowed me to follow her. I am thrilled. I wonder if she'll be wearing the cross I gave her as a going-away present. Must stop now. The coach headed for the Mouskeri's estate has arrived.
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DRACULA'S POV:
I wonder how long it will take for my new fledgling to realise that I am in the room with her and stop ranting and raving. However, the sadistic streak in me stiffens my urge to call out to her-and to simply let her ramble on. I think back of her suicide attempt and the words she said .
"Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
Why? Why did I do this? Oh, Cassandra, where do I start?
To be honest, Aleera, Marshika and Verona were getting quite taxing on my patience. I was never known for long-suffering patience. In the beginning I loved them-but then... Love dies and fades away I guess...I simply kept them for carnal pleasure and as toys. You, my child, were so different. You were quite unusual really, with your unorthodox charm, men's clothes, short hair and loner personality, your sharp wit and humor. And you were misunderstood- like me in a way. You were different from the others. You stood out like a sleek raven among the common crows. That was why I turned you. So you would be mine. And frankly, I'm not ashamed. In fact, I'm amused at your confusion. Its nothing personal my child, but you've got to admit its funny somewhat (What would I do without Graham Greene's "The Destructors?").
I finally call her. Look like high she can jump. She mutters "Sweet God," again and again. She looks so sweet terrified. I glide towards her and greet her. She does a curtesy. I bow.
"Follow me,"
I tell her.
"Where are we going?"
"To feed."
"WHA-
I clap my hand on her mouth.
"For Lucifer's sake, speak softly!"
"Why?"
I wrap her in my cloak and warn her to be silent. In seconds, my brides fly in, licking their lips. They are back from feeding. They talk and giggle for a few minutes before leaving. When they leave, I release her. Time for Confessions.
"Those...were not my sisters. They are my brides-
"Your wives?"
Thank heavens she knows how to whisper.
I nod.
"You poor soul."
"What do you mean?"
"Ever heard of in-laws?"
Nice to know she still has a sense of humor.
"No. They are all dead."
"Fine. So tell me. What ARE we afraid of? Garlic, stakes, holy water-
"You, yes. Me no."
"Why?"
"Can't say."
"Typical."
Fortunately, she knows her limits.
"So we can fly-
"Yes. But it will be painful when you transform the first time."
"Transform? Like werewolves?"
"Care to try?"
"I can't-not when someone's watching me."
"Fine."
I stand, my back to her.
Cassandra's POV:
I have seen Dracula transform before. I hope its not too painful. And God, am I actually believing in all this? I concentrate. Immediately, my fangs elongate. I throw my head back and scream as my dress becomes wings and my skin turns leathery. My eyes change color. My hands become claws. It's a painful experience-as if I'm giving birth to myself...Mother once said that only when I conceived would know the real meaning of pain( Funny, Keira Knightely said it would be due to wearing corsets). How true it is. I breathe hard-how I forget I need not breathe.
"I'm done,"
I tell Dracula.
"Magnificent."
Its not sacarstic. He means it. I look at myself. In a weird way, its true. I turn around-and jump. He had transformed in silence. Sweet God, he is magnificent-and intimidating. I excercised my wings for a while, before leaping out the window and-flew! Perhaps there was something good about being a vampire. He follows suit and together, we fly off.
"Where to?"
I ask, enjoying the feeling of the wind in my hair....
"To feed."
Or not.
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Flying halfway across a cliff, my sharp eyes caught something.
"My Lord, look down"
I said. We swooped down. A dark-haired young man dressed in once fine attire lay face-first on the ground. His clothes indicated he was probably a royal. I felt his pulse. Heaven be praised! He lives!
"Dracula, we should-
I stopped at the look on his face.
"My Lord?"
"At last, Prince Velkan Velarious."
The words struck me like a slap. Velkan Valerious. Prince Of The Gypsies. Could it really be him? I turned him over. Despite myself, I could not deny he was handsome, in a rugged sense. He was young, probably five years my senior, and-words failed me here.
"You know him?"
"I should know. I nearly annilated his entire family."
"God no...."
"What now, little fledgling of mine? Are you going to stop me from killing him?"
"Without hesitation."
I have my limits. And while I am a vampire, I will not let an innocent die for no reason. I grabbed Velkan in my arms-He was surprisingly light in my arms- and flew up as fast as I could towards the village. We hid in an abandoned shop for what seemed like hours. When I could not Dracula's prescence any longer, I relaxed a little. I placed Velkan down on the floor gently and returned to my human state. Tearing a piece of my garment, I wrapped it around Velkan's neck. There is a sort of wound there. If only I had supplies....
Lightning illuminated the shop's interior suddenly, causing me to cry out in shock-and Velkan to awake. My undead heart beats a little when our eyes meet. Curious grey-brown pools filled with concern.
"Be calm, Prince Velkan, you're safe."
"Who are you?"
"Cassandra. Just-Cassandra."
"Well then, Just Cassandra (stolen from Harry Potter I know). Can you help me get a horse home? I need to warn her-
"Promise me you won't be afraid. Just promise me."
He promised. Taking his hand, I transformed-and both of us flew towards the Valerious manor in minutes. Heavens, it was huge and magnificent. Letting him go, I returned into my human state once more. He looked me up and down.
'You're one of them aren't you?"
I smiled bitterly.
"Yes."
"Why did you help me?"
"Can't a vampire help at times? Not all of us are Evil. Do not judge a person before knowing them.(Don't you just love Shrek?)"
"I apologise."
"Fine. But what DO you have to tell her?"
He removes a piece of my dress from his neck.
"I have been marked by a werewolf."
Sweet God.
The full moon is only in 3 days.
"Then what?"
He leaned over and whispered into my ear. I was shocked. It couldn't be.
"But-
"Do not tell your master I am here."
"I won't. I promise in blood.
Cutting my palm and Velkan's, we pressed our palms together. A warmth rushes through me.
"Come now, its not as if you've never seen a man before,"
I chided myself. I said farewell before flying off. I stopped at the same spot where I-no, Dracula and I found Velkan, to rest. Just then, two powerful arms grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face an angry Dracula.
"He's been bitten hasn't he, Judas?"
I nodded.
"And aren't you the angel-helping him."
"I know your weakness Dracula,"
I spat in anger.
"You what?"
"Only a werewolf can-
He cups his hand on my mouth.
"Be silent. He will be my slave."
"NO!"
"Having feelings for him are we?"
"Jealous?"
I spat back. I know I'm pushing it but I don't care.
"Understand I made you. You are mine and from tonight you shall do as I say. Is that clear?"
Mother told me to be obedient and listen to my elders. But she also told me to stand up for what I believed in.
In reply, I kneed him in the groin and broke his nose before flying back to Castle Dracula-and to my coffin.
I know I shall be in trouble tomorrow night-but frankly –I don't give a damn. (Spoken like Rhett Butler.)
"Oh well... I should be grateful to be alive...."
He thought wryly. The humor made him forget the pain momentarily. Swimming expertly towards dry land, he felt a jolt of pain shoot through his head. He fell upon hard solid ground, retching blood. He felt his neck-and brought back slightly bloody fingers
Holy Mary.
He had been bitten. And, he had a concussion.
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CASSANDRA'S POV:
I awoke several hours later, in a coffin. It was large and comfortable. Wait a minute-LARGE AND COMFORTABLE?!!! I sit up at once and look down at myself. I look normal once more. The pain is gone. And so is my suit. In its place, a simple navy-blue dress, with NO hated corset. What am I doing, thinking about clothes when I am a ..a...
I cannot even say it. I look around the room the coffin and I are in. It is a dark room, but elegant-in a sinister way. I look at a mirror-where is my reflection?
"Fool...vampires have no reflections."
I tell myself.
(A/N: From here, she is speaking ALOUD)
Right. So from now on I shall hate: Holy Water, Crucifixes, Stakes, Garlic (I never liked it anyway) and what- have-you. And, I become a bat-like creature and drink the body's warm scarlet water as my food and live forever as the damned. Oh Sweet God... I can't believe I am not absolutely terrified about this at all! True, I DO want to live-but not like this! And WHERE IS Dracula? I hate him for what he has done-no, yet...Damnation! I curse the day I, no, He, oh forget it..I curse the day WE were both born! Damnit girl, stop rambling!
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Diary Of Alina Velastock:
20th June 1887
I have just received a letter from Karen Mouskeri asking me to accompany her to Translavania to see Cassandra. After much detailed discussions with my family, they have allowed me to follow her. I am thrilled. I wonder if she'll be wearing the cross I gave her as a going-away present. Must stop now. The coach headed for the Mouskeri's estate has arrived.
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DRACULA'S POV:
I wonder how long it will take for my new fledgling to realise that I am in the room with her and stop ranting and raving. However, the sadistic streak in me stiffens my urge to call out to her-and to simply let her ramble on. I think back of her suicide attempt and the words she said .
"Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
Why? Why did I do this? Oh, Cassandra, where do I start?
To be honest, Aleera, Marshika and Verona were getting quite taxing on my patience. I was never known for long-suffering patience. In the beginning I loved them-but then... Love dies and fades away I guess...I simply kept them for carnal pleasure and as toys. You, my child, were so different. You were quite unusual really, with your unorthodox charm, men's clothes, short hair and loner personality, your sharp wit and humor. And you were misunderstood- like me in a way. You were different from the others. You stood out like a sleek raven among the common crows. That was why I turned you. So you would be mine. And frankly, I'm not ashamed. In fact, I'm amused at your confusion. Its nothing personal my child, but you've got to admit its funny somewhat (What would I do without Graham Greene's "The Destructors?").
I finally call her. Look like high she can jump. She mutters "Sweet God," again and again. She looks so sweet terrified. I glide towards her and greet her. She does a curtesy. I bow.
"Follow me,"
I tell her.
"Where are we going?"
"To feed."
"WHA-
I clap my hand on her mouth.
"For Lucifer's sake, speak softly!"
"Why?"
I wrap her in my cloak and warn her to be silent. In seconds, my brides fly in, licking their lips. They are back from feeding. They talk and giggle for a few minutes before leaving. When they leave, I release her. Time for Confessions.
"Those...were not my sisters. They are my brides-
"Your wives?"
Thank heavens she knows how to whisper.
I nod.
"You poor soul."
"What do you mean?"
"Ever heard of in-laws?"
Nice to know she still has a sense of humor.
"No. They are all dead."
"Fine. So tell me. What ARE we afraid of? Garlic, stakes, holy water-
"You, yes. Me no."
"Why?"
"Can't say."
"Typical."
Fortunately, she knows her limits.
"So we can fly-
"Yes. But it will be painful when you transform the first time."
"Transform? Like werewolves?"
"Care to try?"
"I can't-not when someone's watching me."
"Fine."
I stand, my back to her.
Cassandra's POV:
I have seen Dracula transform before. I hope its not too painful. And God, am I actually believing in all this? I concentrate. Immediately, my fangs elongate. I throw my head back and scream as my dress becomes wings and my skin turns leathery. My eyes change color. My hands become claws. It's a painful experience-as if I'm giving birth to myself...Mother once said that only when I conceived would know the real meaning of pain( Funny, Keira Knightely said it would be due to wearing corsets). How true it is. I breathe hard-how I forget I need not breathe.
"I'm done,"
I tell Dracula.
"Magnificent."
Its not sacarstic. He means it. I look at myself. In a weird way, its true. I turn around-and jump. He had transformed in silence. Sweet God, he is magnificent-and intimidating. I excercised my wings for a while, before leaping out the window and-flew! Perhaps there was something good about being a vampire. He follows suit and together, we fly off.
"Where to?"
I ask, enjoying the feeling of the wind in my hair....
"To feed."
Or not.
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Flying halfway across a cliff, my sharp eyes caught something.
"My Lord, look down"
I said. We swooped down. A dark-haired young man dressed in once fine attire lay face-first on the ground. His clothes indicated he was probably a royal. I felt his pulse. Heaven be praised! He lives!
"Dracula, we should-
I stopped at the look on his face.
"My Lord?"
"At last, Prince Velkan Velarious."
The words struck me like a slap. Velkan Valerious. Prince Of The Gypsies. Could it really be him? I turned him over. Despite myself, I could not deny he was handsome, in a rugged sense. He was young, probably five years my senior, and-words failed me here.
"You know him?"
"I should know. I nearly annilated his entire family."
"God no...."
"What now, little fledgling of mine? Are you going to stop me from killing him?"
"Without hesitation."
I have my limits. And while I am a vampire, I will not let an innocent die for no reason. I grabbed Velkan in my arms-He was surprisingly light in my arms- and flew up as fast as I could towards the village. We hid in an abandoned shop for what seemed like hours. When I could not Dracula's prescence any longer, I relaxed a little. I placed Velkan down on the floor gently and returned to my human state. Tearing a piece of my garment, I wrapped it around Velkan's neck. There is a sort of wound there. If only I had supplies....
Lightning illuminated the shop's interior suddenly, causing me to cry out in shock-and Velkan to awake. My undead heart beats a little when our eyes meet. Curious grey-brown pools filled with concern.
"Be calm, Prince Velkan, you're safe."
"Who are you?"
"Cassandra. Just-Cassandra."
"Well then, Just Cassandra (stolen from Harry Potter I know). Can you help me get a horse home? I need to warn her-
"Promise me you won't be afraid. Just promise me."
He promised. Taking his hand, I transformed-and both of us flew towards the Valerious manor in minutes. Heavens, it was huge and magnificent. Letting him go, I returned into my human state once more. He looked me up and down.
'You're one of them aren't you?"
I smiled bitterly.
"Yes."
"Why did you help me?"
"Can't a vampire help at times? Not all of us are Evil. Do not judge a person before knowing them.(Don't you just love Shrek?)"
"I apologise."
"Fine. But what DO you have to tell her?"
He removes a piece of my dress from his neck.
"I have been marked by a werewolf."
Sweet God.
The full moon is only in 3 days.
"Then what?"
He leaned over and whispered into my ear. I was shocked. It couldn't be.
"But-
"Do not tell your master I am here."
"I won't. I promise in blood.
Cutting my palm and Velkan's, we pressed our palms together. A warmth rushes through me.
"Come now, its not as if you've never seen a man before,"
I chided myself. I said farewell before flying off. I stopped at the same spot where I-no, Dracula and I found Velkan, to rest. Just then, two powerful arms grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face an angry Dracula.
"He's been bitten hasn't he, Judas?"
I nodded.
"And aren't you the angel-helping him."
"I know your weakness Dracula,"
I spat in anger.
"You what?"
"Only a werewolf can-
He cups his hand on my mouth.
"Be silent. He will be my slave."
"NO!"
"Having feelings for him are we?"
"Jealous?"
I spat back. I know I'm pushing it but I don't care.
"Understand I made you. You are mine and from tonight you shall do as I say. Is that clear?"
Mother told me to be obedient and listen to my elders. But she also told me to stand up for what I believed in.
In reply, I kneed him in the groin and broke his nose before flying back to Castle Dracula-and to my coffin.
I know I shall be in trouble tomorrow night-but frankly –I don't give a damn. (Spoken like Rhett Butler.)