Hello, all. Welcome to chapter 10! BTW, the song featured in Chapter 9 is Evanescences Away From Me. This chapters song is I May Not Awaken-by Enya.
Dracula dropped the whip in his hand before transforming into his bat-like form and flying after his fledgling. He felt a chill as he entered the darkened room (he had given her a new room just weeks ago. A girl needed her privacy.) He knew that. He smelled vampire blood spilled-pain, crazed grief and rage-at herself and him. Snapping his fingers at once, the room was awash with candlelight.
"My God.."
thought Dracula, invoking God's name for the first time in centuries.
There, on a chair, pale even by vampiric standards, blood all over her clothes and arms, was Cassandra Mouskeri. On the wall, a cryptic rambling that even Edgar Allan Poe (bless his soul) would have nightmares over. It was written in blood. He ran to her side.
"Cassandra!"
She did not stir. She had lost too much blood.
When the warmth of the day becomes the night
Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight?
No guiding star
So far from home
The moonlight fell upon Cassandra, illuminating her in all her bloody glory. Her eyes were closed. Traces of blood stained her alabaster skin like blood on virgin snow. She was in another world already...
Walked the way o' promise to find but snow
Throughout, the voice of the winds brings nothing more
Than low echoes
So far from home
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A solitary young woman, hardly free of her mother's apron strings, clothed in flowing white silk, gilded across the cruel, coldly beautiful snow. From afar, an angel, with virgin white feathery wings, clothed in navy robes not unlike a Georgorian monk's watched over her. Her eyes were emerald green, her lips red, a screaming contrast to her pale skin. It resembled blood on snow. She watched as the solitary woman tried to find her way home.
"She will NEVER find it-the earth is not her home."
Thought her guardian angel sadly. She was to merely watch over Cassandra come what may. The girl would only find snow if she kept up like this. Then, the angel turned as she heard an unholy cry. A bat-like winged creature of sorts was flying towards them. She drew her jewel-encrusted sword of Light and tried to but time for the child to escape. No such luck. She stood there, transfixed. The demon took the form of a darkly handsome man clad in black and stood before her, blocking her escape path.
"Do not listen to him!"
cried her angel, rushing to the girl. The man held out his hand-and she took it. He laughed. Seconds later, black tendrils shot out from where he stood and wrapped around them. The angel broke the cocoon-but it was too late. They were gone.
Even from a child
A wish is not enough
For me, for me the sky may fall
And even from a child
A dream is not enough
Could be, could be the sky may fall
Could be, could be the night ends all
No matter how hard she dreamt, how hard she prayed, she could not reverse the aftermath of her mistake. Her robes were now of red and black now. Her simple hair was now in complicated, exquiste curls. The darkness, the yawning chasm and abyss of her soul-was ...was worse than ever. She looked sadly at her demon wings-and gingerly felt the mark her new master had given her yesterday-when he took her innocence...What angered her was that she could not deny she enjoyed it as much as he did.(A/N: This is in her dreams. All he took from her was her life in REAL life. Then again, in a way, he DID violate her by turning her...) She looked out of the window-and down at the hard, cold ground below. And wept. Of Rage, Grief, Pain, Hatred, lost Love....
No rains could weep as I have wept
To know a simple dream will not be kept
I am a child
So far from home
She fed the ground with her rich cold tears. She felt so lost, so alone...and so young, a little girl in a big, cruel world...With that, she fell from the balcony. Towards the cold, hard ground.
One by one the sky falls
I may not awaken
The sky seemed to fall as the earth raced up to claim her. She felt free....And who was that calling her so fervently?
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Dracula waited impatiently as the new blood he had just given her flowed through Cassandra. His eyes fell on a rose in a vase. And he had an idea.
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Velkan was in Hell. The silver from the whips burned him to no end. And, he also felt Cassandra's pain as she cut herself. When one is in love, he or she will always be able to feel their significant other's pain. Igor had bluntly flung cold water onto his wounds earlier. It had refreshed him-and his pain. He silently swore.
"If Dracula thinks he can control me, he's got another think coming."
He thought. He looked at the bounds. And sniffed the air. The werewolf venom in him HAD its good uses. He could smell vampiric blood-hers (he felt a jolt of pain in his heart at that)-, roses ...and the smell of Death. Dracula was with her. The thought of Cassandra at Dracula's mercy angered him to no end. He pulled hard at his chains. The Sun was already setting. The Moon would rise soon.
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Plucking the rose petals, Dracula opened the palm of Cassandra and cut it. Placing the petals neatly in her palm, he closed her palm and whispered incantions of a language so old it was supposed to have died out-like its speakers. The spell was to make her nearly as invincible as he. He hoped it worked. He let his fingers run down her hair. It had grown a little. It was soft and sleek, like a raven feather. Should she be a boy, she would have the women in the village falling at her feet.
Then, he stopped himself. Why did he care that she had lost too much blood? Of course, she was his fledgling and she was worth saving and...he cared for her. Yes, he cared for her.
His brides would not be pleased, especially Aleera.
Strangely, that caused him to smile. He thrived on conflict, like his Father In Hell.
Just then, he heard an awful racket. He gritted his teeth. What now?
The door swung pen. It was Igor, bleeding and hurt.
"Master,"
He croaked.
"Velkan has broken free."
Dracula dropped the whip in his hand before transforming into his bat-like form and flying after his fledgling. He felt a chill as he entered the darkened room (he had given her a new room just weeks ago. A girl needed her privacy.) He knew that. He smelled vampire blood spilled-pain, crazed grief and rage-at herself and him. Snapping his fingers at once, the room was awash with candlelight.
"My God.."
thought Dracula, invoking God's name for the first time in centuries.
There, on a chair, pale even by vampiric standards, blood all over her clothes and arms, was Cassandra Mouskeri. On the wall, a cryptic rambling that even Edgar Allan Poe (bless his soul) would have nightmares over. It was written in blood. He ran to her side.
"Cassandra!"
She did not stir. She had lost too much blood.
When the warmth of the day becomes the night
Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight?
No guiding star
So far from home
The moonlight fell upon Cassandra, illuminating her in all her bloody glory. Her eyes were closed. Traces of blood stained her alabaster skin like blood on virgin snow. She was in another world already...
Walked the way o' promise to find but snow
Throughout, the voice of the winds brings nothing more
Than low echoes
So far from home
8888888888888888888888
A solitary young woman, hardly free of her mother's apron strings, clothed in flowing white silk, gilded across the cruel, coldly beautiful snow. From afar, an angel, with virgin white feathery wings, clothed in navy robes not unlike a Georgorian monk's watched over her. Her eyes were emerald green, her lips red, a screaming contrast to her pale skin. It resembled blood on snow. She watched as the solitary woman tried to find her way home.
"She will NEVER find it-the earth is not her home."
Thought her guardian angel sadly. She was to merely watch over Cassandra come what may. The girl would only find snow if she kept up like this. Then, the angel turned as she heard an unholy cry. A bat-like winged creature of sorts was flying towards them. She drew her jewel-encrusted sword of Light and tried to but time for the child to escape. No such luck. She stood there, transfixed. The demon took the form of a darkly handsome man clad in black and stood before her, blocking her escape path.
"Do not listen to him!"
cried her angel, rushing to the girl. The man held out his hand-and she took it. He laughed. Seconds later, black tendrils shot out from where he stood and wrapped around them. The angel broke the cocoon-but it was too late. They were gone.
Even from a child
A wish is not enough
For me, for me the sky may fall
And even from a child
A dream is not enough
Could be, could be the sky may fall
Could be, could be the night ends all
No matter how hard she dreamt, how hard she prayed, she could not reverse the aftermath of her mistake. Her robes were now of red and black now. Her simple hair was now in complicated, exquiste curls. The darkness, the yawning chasm and abyss of her soul-was ...was worse than ever. She looked sadly at her demon wings-and gingerly felt the mark her new master had given her yesterday-when he took her innocence...What angered her was that she could not deny she enjoyed it as much as he did.(A/N: This is in her dreams. All he took from her was her life in REAL life. Then again, in a way, he DID violate her by turning her...) She looked out of the window-and down at the hard, cold ground below. And wept. Of Rage, Grief, Pain, Hatred, lost Love....
No rains could weep as I have wept
To know a simple dream will not be kept
I am a child
So far from home
She fed the ground with her rich cold tears. She felt so lost, so alone...and so young, a little girl in a big, cruel world...With that, she fell from the balcony. Towards the cold, hard ground.
One by one the sky falls
I may not awaken
The sky seemed to fall as the earth raced up to claim her. She felt free....And who was that calling her so fervently?
8888888888888 PRESENT TIME
Dracula waited impatiently as the new blood he had just given her flowed through Cassandra. His eyes fell on a rose in a vase. And he had an idea.
xxxxxxx
Velkan was in Hell. The silver from the whips burned him to no end. And, he also felt Cassandra's pain as she cut herself. When one is in love, he or she will always be able to feel their significant other's pain. Igor had bluntly flung cold water onto his wounds earlier. It had refreshed him-and his pain. He silently swore.
"If Dracula thinks he can control me, he's got another think coming."
He thought. He looked at the bounds. And sniffed the air. The werewolf venom in him HAD its good uses. He could smell vampiric blood-hers (he felt a jolt of pain in his heart at that)-, roses ...and the smell of Death. Dracula was with her. The thought of Cassandra at Dracula's mercy angered him to no end. He pulled hard at his chains. The Sun was already setting. The Moon would rise soon.
888888888
Plucking the rose petals, Dracula opened the palm of Cassandra and cut it. Placing the petals neatly in her palm, he closed her palm and whispered incantions of a language so old it was supposed to have died out-like its speakers. The spell was to make her nearly as invincible as he. He hoped it worked. He let his fingers run down her hair. It had grown a little. It was soft and sleek, like a raven feather. Should she be a boy, she would have the women in the village falling at her feet.
Then, he stopped himself. Why did he care that she had lost too much blood? Of course, she was his fledgling and she was worth saving and...he cared for her. Yes, he cared for her.
His brides would not be pleased, especially Aleera.
Strangely, that caused him to smile. He thrived on conflict, like his Father In Hell.
Just then, he heard an awful racket. He gritted his teeth. What now?
The door swung pen. It was Igor, bleeding and hurt.
"Master,"
He croaked.
"Velkan has broken free."