Night fell. Cassandra awoke, and put on some new clothes: A pair of black pants and a cream colored ruffled blouse. She had just left the room when Aleera tsked at her, singing,
"Someone's in trouble..."
"What do you mean, Aleera?"
"How sharper than the serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child...."
"Stop talking in riddles! Its Count Dracula isn't it?"
"Good evening, ladies."
Speak Of The Devil-and his son appeared. But he actually looked-calm.
"Aleera, please excuse us both. I need to talk to Cassandra -alone."
To give her credit, Aleera knew how to make herself scarce. But not without giving Cassandra a death glare.
Cassandra turned to Dracula. She WAS sorry for that attack on him yesterday but she would not be sorry for saving Velkan.
"I apologize, my Lord for that uncalled attack-
He stopped her.
"That is not why I am upset."
"What?"
"What upsets me is that you let our prey go."
"He was innocent!"
"He will be a werewolf in three days."
"So what? He is still human inside-have you no heart?"
He laughed then.
"I am hollow inside. I am cold. I am dead. And so are you."
He took a sword and stabbed himself. Pulling it out of his chest, he gave the sword to her. She dropped it as if it was red-hot. It was bloody. It had just entered his chest, where his heart should be.
"Sweet God...."
She collapsed to the floor, shaking. She felt so weak. Dracula then walked towards her, bent down, and put his arms round her.
"There, there,"
he said , in a paternal tone.
No one really knew how repeating 'there' twice to a distraught person could soothe them-but it was said anyway. And it worked.
"Are classes on tonight?"
"No, its tomorrow.Care to feed?"
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Dracula dropped the dead whore on the floor.
"Now, do you get the gist of it?"
She nodded. She looked sick.
Both heads turned at the strain of a violin. Cassandra walked towards the source of it- a young man in a tattered suit, drinking heavily and playing a violin at the same time.
"What ails you, my friend?"
she asked.
"The Symphony Orchestra fired me- for drinking too much..."
"Too bad.."
she said sincerely, putting an arm around him.
"I want to die..."
"Really?"
"Of course,"
bawled the frizzy-haired youth. She stared at the man, fascinated and frightened by his tears. She seldom saw men cry.
"There, there,"
she said, as he laid his head on her lap.
"All this shall come to pass..."
The smell of his blood was of whiskey and cigarettes-oddly the best smell EVER, to Cassandra's nose. Her fangs grew, and she sank them gently into his neck before she could even think. Warm, rich blood pumped into her mouth, inflaming her unholy appetite even more. She drank until there was no more to be had. She gave a moan, almost orgasmic. She never knew how thrilling it was.... The man rolled off her lap and onto the ground. The thud she heard snapped her out of her reverie.
"Sweet God-I killed him..."
"It always feels terrible. But that's Life, my dear. Besides, we're doing the world a favor."
"How?"
"Shortening the human population."
He laughed at his own joke. Pulling her up, he said,
"Come now. I too have to feed once more."
Cassandra followed suit-but not before taking the dead man's violin with her.
DRACULA'S POV:
Wonderful. At last, my fledgling is finally feeding like a normal vampire. Pride fills me as I see her soothe her victim into false security-her innocent visage betray her dark metamorphis. She feels bad about it but it won't be long before she will become immune to Guilt. Suddenly, she hiccups and starts flying in a lopsided way. Great, I forgot. She drank from a DRUNKARD. Needless to say, she is DRUNK too. Sighing. I carry her and take her home early. Note to Cassandra: NEVER DRINK FROM A DRUNKARD UNLESS YOU KNOW HOW TO HOLD YOUR OWN DRINK.
I can. She hasn't yet.
As I put her back in her coffin and remove the violin from her fingers, I realize how peaceful she looks. She looks- like an angel. The door swings open: it is Marishka, Verona and Aleera. I quickly slam the coffin cover down.
"Yes, my loves?"
"Master, it's a letter!"
"From the ungrateful wench's-
"Aleera!"
I warn her. She walks on thin ice speaking ill of Cassandra like that.
"From...THE GIRL's Mother!"
"Let me see it."
I read it. She will arrive in about 5 days time, according to the letter. I pass it back to Verona and tell her to destroy it. Kissing my brides, I tell them to leave me for a well.
"But, Master, we love you and can't bear to leave your-
"NOW."
They slink away. At last. Shaking my head, I open the coffin cover and watch her slumber. She seems to be at peace with herself for once.
"What do I do with you?"
I mutter, before closing the coffin and drawing the curtains and leaving for the Laboratory.
OK, People, just a question for you reviewers! Should Cassandra stay herself(half-good, half-evil)-or should she turn evil? Reply ASAP!
"Someone's in trouble..."
"What do you mean, Aleera?"
"How sharper than the serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child...."
"Stop talking in riddles! Its Count Dracula isn't it?"
"Good evening, ladies."
Speak Of The Devil-and his son appeared. But he actually looked-calm.
"Aleera, please excuse us both. I need to talk to Cassandra -alone."
To give her credit, Aleera knew how to make herself scarce. But not without giving Cassandra a death glare.
Cassandra turned to Dracula. She WAS sorry for that attack on him yesterday but she would not be sorry for saving Velkan.
"I apologize, my Lord for that uncalled attack-
He stopped her.
"That is not why I am upset."
"What?"
"What upsets me is that you let our prey go."
"He was innocent!"
"He will be a werewolf in three days."
"So what? He is still human inside-have you no heart?"
He laughed then.
"I am hollow inside. I am cold. I am dead. And so are you."
He took a sword and stabbed himself. Pulling it out of his chest, he gave the sword to her. She dropped it as if it was red-hot. It was bloody. It had just entered his chest, where his heart should be.
"Sweet God...."
She collapsed to the floor, shaking. She felt so weak. Dracula then walked towards her, bent down, and put his arms round her.
"There, there,"
he said , in a paternal tone.
No one really knew how repeating 'there' twice to a distraught person could soothe them-but it was said anyway. And it worked.
"Are classes on tonight?"
"No, its tomorrow.Care to feed?"
888888888888888888888
Dracula dropped the dead whore on the floor.
"Now, do you get the gist of it?"
She nodded. She looked sick.
Both heads turned at the strain of a violin. Cassandra walked towards the source of it- a young man in a tattered suit, drinking heavily and playing a violin at the same time.
"What ails you, my friend?"
she asked.
"The Symphony Orchestra fired me- for drinking too much..."
"Too bad.."
she said sincerely, putting an arm around him.
"I want to die..."
"Really?"
"Of course,"
bawled the frizzy-haired youth. She stared at the man, fascinated and frightened by his tears. She seldom saw men cry.
"There, there,"
she said, as he laid his head on her lap.
"All this shall come to pass..."
The smell of his blood was of whiskey and cigarettes-oddly the best smell EVER, to Cassandra's nose. Her fangs grew, and she sank them gently into his neck before she could even think. Warm, rich blood pumped into her mouth, inflaming her unholy appetite even more. She drank until there was no more to be had. She gave a moan, almost orgasmic. She never knew how thrilling it was.... The man rolled off her lap and onto the ground. The thud she heard snapped her out of her reverie.
"Sweet God-I killed him..."
"It always feels terrible. But that's Life, my dear. Besides, we're doing the world a favor."
"How?"
"Shortening the human population."
He laughed at his own joke. Pulling her up, he said,
"Come now. I too have to feed once more."
Cassandra followed suit-but not before taking the dead man's violin with her.
DRACULA'S POV:
Wonderful. At last, my fledgling is finally feeding like a normal vampire. Pride fills me as I see her soothe her victim into false security-her innocent visage betray her dark metamorphis. She feels bad about it but it won't be long before she will become immune to Guilt. Suddenly, she hiccups and starts flying in a lopsided way. Great, I forgot. She drank from a DRUNKARD. Needless to say, she is DRUNK too. Sighing. I carry her and take her home early. Note to Cassandra: NEVER DRINK FROM A DRUNKARD UNLESS YOU KNOW HOW TO HOLD YOUR OWN DRINK.
I can. She hasn't yet.
As I put her back in her coffin and remove the violin from her fingers, I realize how peaceful she looks. She looks- like an angel. The door swings open: it is Marishka, Verona and Aleera. I quickly slam the coffin cover down.
"Yes, my loves?"
"Master, it's a letter!"
"From the ungrateful wench's-
"Aleera!"
I warn her. She walks on thin ice speaking ill of Cassandra like that.
"From...THE GIRL's Mother!"
"Let me see it."
I read it. She will arrive in about 5 days time, according to the letter. I pass it back to Verona and tell her to destroy it. Kissing my brides, I tell them to leave me for a well.
"But, Master, we love you and can't bear to leave your-
"NOW."
They slink away. At last. Shaking my head, I open the coffin cover and watch her slumber. She seems to be at peace with herself for once.
"What do I do with you?"
I mutter, before closing the coffin and drawing the curtains and leaving for the Laboratory.
OK, People, just a question for you reviewers! Should Cassandra stay herself(half-good, half-evil)-or should she turn evil? Reply ASAP!