SORRY...MY BAD..ITS NOT A ONE-SHOT.JUST HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ANYWAY..
The girl was dressed like a boy; her hair clipped short to resemble a boy's. Her hair was the color of licorice with caramel. The same color of HER hair...
"...Her lovely eyes so full of life-cold and dead, lifeless as ochre-colored marbles...
..Her face pale as the dress she wore in the casket..."
Dracula shoved them back to the corner of his head once more. She was dead. End of story. He felt her pulse-she was alive. Her face was fair-slightly blue from the cold. Her face seemed to radiate innocence.
"..Didn't we all at certain points of Time?"
he thought wryly. The smell of her blood was so good...
As Dracula was about to push the raven-brown locks from her face, her eyes snapped open and she awoke, screaming so loud it would wake the dead-though of course, the irony was largely lost on Dracula here. His undead heart skipped a beat when he looked into her afce-and eyes.
He was looking at a younger version of Cordelia.
"Be at peace. You're safe."
He whispered. Her heartbeat pounded like tidal waves in his ears. So fast...so rhythmic, so alive...Yet, he could not smell or hear fear at all. This was refreshing.
As she caught her breath, he wrapped his coat round her, practically hooding her in its dark warmth.
"What is your name?"
"C-cassandra.."
She whispered, her lips a lovely shade of ice-blue, before leaning on his arm.
"Who are you? Are you an angel?"
Was the last thing she said before falling asleep. The jugular in her neck throbbed temptingly.
Just a bite-
He couldn't. She reminded him too much of ... HER. Cordelia.
Pulling her closer to him, he whispered in the tone of a lover, no, a loving father,
"I'll watch over you, Cassandra."
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