Thanks for your replies! BTW, this story is similar to the movie storyline;
save that neither Frankenstein or his creation do exist-nor do Dracula's
undead infants...Hope this doesn't screw the story up....
Velkan felt torn. He yearned to tear Dracula's throat out and save Cassandra. But yet, he had to return to help Anna-and their village. The Moon showed her luminous face once more. The Change came over him once more. He tore off his skin, revealing fur within. His face and teeth elongated to accommodate the new form within. His cries became howls. He was no longer Velkan Valerious, Prince of the Gypsies. No, he was much more. He was now a werewolf. The foolish Dwergi were thrown to one side as they tried to capture him. The werewolf venom made hiss senses sharper and him stronger. Igor cowardly scampered off, just like a cockroach. The Master was NOT going to be happy.
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"Master...Velkan has broken free..."
Dracula's rage was raised to a volcanic fury.
"WHAT?!!!"
He roared, transforming into his demon form. He flew at full speed towards the werewolf. He tried to control him-but failed.
"How could this be?"
He thought. He must have said it aloud, for Velkan, no, the werewolf, glared hard at him, answering his question.
"You never should have scourged me, Monster....my hatred for you have destroyed any chance of ever holding my mind..."
His eyes spoke coldly, before leaping out of a window and into a lake.
"I will come back for you, Cassandra. I promise. "
The human part of him swore.
And he was gone.
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Dracula returned to his human form and screamed in an animalistic fury. He smashed the remaining glass in the window, broke useless mirrors and knocked down suits of armor. If Velkan EVER crossed his path, he would kill him-nice and slow. He stopped when he heard a moan from Cassandra's room. He ran up at once.
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Cassandra sat up, groaning with the effort. Each move she made was an exercise in pain itself. She was a newborn of course, so she was not strong enough-yet. Dracula watched her silently as she got up before walking in to help her up. Did she know, he wondered, that he was human once? Did she know, he was a confused youth before he became...this? This hollow shell?
Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again
They called him Monster. A Bastard (another word for illegitimate child, NOT the swear word used so freely today.) They called him Evil. Devil child. Hypocrites. They were no better. He could remember all the cruel words flung at him like poison darts:
You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
But he proved them all wrong. He rose into prominence, avenging his slain father and brothers, returned the long-gone honor of the family name. But his so-called friend Gabriel...damn him... killed him-all because HE thought the methods he used were WRONG-What a joke.
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
But through my tears breaks a blinding light
Birthing a dawn to this endless night
Arms outstretched, awaiting me
An open embrace upon a bleeding tree
"Lie down,"
Dracula whispered. Cassandra, or Shirra, did as she said. She was too tired to argue. Dracula then stripped her of her attire, before slipping on a black dress, made of Venetian silk, tapered sleeves, and a train over her form. It really looked good on her. And, it was a welcome relief from all the suits. Heavens, one would have thought he had a young man under his charge. He took her into his arms and whispered something he had never whispered -even to his brides- in a long while to her:
Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
Never? He would have laughed at such a lofty promise. Only, Shirra would have awakened. And she looked-well, it was hard to say- as she slept. She looked so innocent as she slept.
"Let sleeping vampires lie,"
thought Dracula philosophically.
"No one ever understands me,"
complained Shirra once. The feeling was mutual.
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
Carrying her carefully, as if she was made out of porcelain ("She is of silk and steel actually," thought Dracula), he placed her carefully into his coffin before slipping it beside her. As he closed the coffin door, he was unaware of a figure from afar watching them both. Watching with a hate- filled, envy-laced vigil. It was Aleera.
Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
(This song is Evanescence's Lies. I hope I have done it justice.)
Velkan felt torn. He yearned to tear Dracula's throat out and save Cassandra. But yet, he had to return to help Anna-and their village. The Moon showed her luminous face once more. The Change came over him once more. He tore off his skin, revealing fur within. His face and teeth elongated to accommodate the new form within. His cries became howls. He was no longer Velkan Valerious, Prince of the Gypsies. No, he was much more. He was now a werewolf. The foolish Dwergi were thrown to one side as they tried to capture him. The werewolf venom made hiss senses sharper and him stronger. Igor cowardly scampered off, just like a cockroach. The Master was NOT going to be happy.
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"Master...Velkan has broken free..."
Dracula's rage was raised to a volcanic fury.
"WHAT?!!!"
He roared, transforming into his demon form. He flew at full speed towards the werewolf. He tried to control him-but failed.
"How could this be?"
He thought. He must have said it aloud, for Velkan, no, the werewolf, glared hard at him, answering his question.
"You never should have scourged me, Monster....my hatred for you have destroyed any chance of ever holding my mind..."
His eyes spoke coldly, before leaping out of a window and into a lake.
"I will come back for you, Cassandra. I promise. "
The human part of him swore.
And he was gone.
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Dracula returned to his human form and screamed in an animalistic fury. He smashed the remaining glass in the window, broke useless mirrors and knocked down suits of armor. If Velkan EVER crossed his path, he would kill him-nice and slow. He stopped when he heard a moan from Cassandra's room. He ran up at once.
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Cassandra sat up, groaning with the effort. Each move she made was an exercise in pain itself. She was a newborn of course, so she was not strong enough-yet. Dracula watched her silently as she got up before walking in to help her up. Did she know, he wondered, that he was human once? Did she know, he was a confused youth before he became...this? This hollow shell?
Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again
They called him Monster. A Bastard (another word for illegitimate child, NOT the swear word used so freely today.) They called him Evil. Devil child. Hypocrites. They were no better. He could remember all the cruel words flung at him like poison darts:
You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
But he proved them all wrong. He rose into prominence, avenging his slain father and brothers, returned the long-gone honor of the family name. But his so-called friend Gabriel...damn him... killed him-all because HE thought the methods he used were WRONG-What a joke.
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
But through my tears breaks a blinding light
Birthing a dawn to this endless night
Arms outstretched, awaiting me
An open embrace upon a bleeding tree
"Lie down,"
Dracula whispered. Cassandra, or Shirra, did as she said. She was too tired to argue. Dracula then stripped her of her attire, before slipping on a black dress, made of Venetian silk, tapered sleeves, and a train over her form. It really looked good on her. And, it was a welcome relief from all the suits. Heavens, one would have thought he had a young man under his charge. He took her into his arms and whispered something he had never whispered -even to his brides- in a long while to her:
Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
Never? He would have laughed at such a lofty promise. Only, Shirra would have awakened. And she looked-well, it was hard to say- as she slept. She looked so innocent as she slept.
"Let sleeping vampires lie,"
thought Dracula philosophically.
"No one ever understands me,"
complained Shirra once. The feeling was mutual.
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
Carrying her carefully, as if she was made out of porcelain ("She is of silk and steel actually," thought Dracula), he placed her carefully into his coffin before slipping it beside her. As he closed the coffin door, he was unaware of a figure from afar watching them both. Watching with a hate- filled, envy-laced vigil. It was Aleera.
Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
(This song is Evanescence's Lies. I hope I have done it justice.)