Disclaimer: No, I do not own this movie. Although, Count Dracula is mine.
Hehehehehehe.
Emma: Yeah, well, I tend to make stuff up as I go, then I don't really read over it again,
so that part did sound kinda weird.
Redhead2: Oh, thank you!
#1caffineteen: Yeah, agreed. Most of my stuff is, interesting, but in a different way.
The Evil Cup of Tea: No, it's like when they used him to bring the creepy draclets to life.
Yeah, they should have at least put some kind of cut or something on her. She must have
died of his smell.
Babegurl: Okay!
Wingdog of the World: Yes, I think it is better, too. Thank you.
INMH: OK! OK! HERE YOU GO!! Hehe.
Edawvuli: Thanks. Yeah, but you just get the general idea, then you can use your
imagination. Yes, I meant to do it that way. (shifty eyes) Of course I did.
Kaori: Yay.
An/Van: Thank you. Um.... It is pg-13.....
Antigone Chaucer of Kells: Thank you! P.S. Sure, just don't let him have coffee, he gets
irritable. Oi, Count! I want you to go to Antigone's house. You are only to bite who she
tells you to. Have fun.
Wow, I got lots of good reviews! Eeeeeeee, I feel so loved. And I only got , like, three
signed reviews. Weird. Oh, Casey (pronounced K. C.), Cassie, and Cassandra are the
same girl, just different people call her by different names.
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"But dad, why can't I come?" I ask.
"You are too young, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Your mother
and I will be back in a few weeks." I sigh. At least I get to stay with Uncle Carl. Who is
in fact, no relation to me in any way. He always lets me help him develop things and
solve riddles.
"Bye, Cassie." My mother kisses my forehead before leaving with my dad, who
kisses my hair.
"Come along, I can show you some artifacts we have found, Casey." I follow Carl
to the lab, where all of the stuff is kept.
"Carl, do you know how my parents met?" I ask. I have always wondered about
that. "They have only hinted at it having something to do with Translyvania, and we live
there."
"Yes, I know how your parents met, I was there." He tells me about how he and
my father were sent to kill Dracula, and how my mother was the last of her line, and had
to save the rest of her family from an eternity of wandering, and not being able to go to
heaven. "Your father destroyed him when he turned into a werewolf and bit him." I nod
my head. "Oh, Casey, please, tie back your hair." I smile and put my hair into a low pony
tail.
"You are just like your father." He laughs softly. "Though you look more like
your mother."
"Though I have my father's hair." He laughs again.
"I mean that you went straight for the weapons." I am holding what looks to be
the mother of all crossbows.
"Your father used that to kill at least one of Dracula's brides."
"After dinner, I go to my room. There is a bat hanging in the corner. I walk out of
my door to find Carl.
"Carl, did you know that there is a rather large bat in my room?" He looks at me,
confused.
"No, I had no idea. Is it alive?" I shrug.
"As far as I know. It's just hanging from the ceiling. I don't mind. I just wanted to
make sure you didn't neglect to tell me about it." I walk back into my room and look at
my pet bat. It is staring at me.
I raise my arms towards it, and say, "I christen you, Bobert, and you shall be
mine." I drop my arms, and he blinks at me.
That thing is a little creepy. I turn around to change into my sleep clothes. Even as
I climb into bed, it is still staring at me. "Good night, Bobert." I say, and close my eyes.
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He watches as she closes her eyes and falls asleep. He thinks, 'Bobert. That's a
new one. Good night to you too, Cassandra.' He watches her sleep for about an hour, to
make sure she is truly asleep. Then, he flies down and lands on his feet, next to her bed.
But they are no longer bat feet, but booted human feet. And he is no longer a bat, but a
tall, dark haired man, known as Count Dracula.
Her face is turned towards him, and a lock of her hair had fallen into her face.
Gently, he uses one finger to move it and place it behind her ear. As he touches her, she
shivers slightly, and pulls the covers up a little more. He takes his hand away and she is
smiling.
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I sigh. I have been banished to my room by one of the monks for 'disturbing the
peace'. And now I am bored. "How about a staring contest, Bobert?" I stare at him. Aw,
darn. Blinked. Hmmm, I wonder... I walk down the corridor, then outside, and find what
I am looking for. Gravel. I pick up a handful and bring it back to my room without being
noticed.
I start chucking rocks at him. Not very entertaining, but, hell, it's something to do.
He doesn't move at all, and I get bored quickly. The least he could do is respond.
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For the next few weeks, the bat does the same thing every night. Wait about an
hour, come down, and look at her from human eyes.
One night, about two weeks after she first arrived, something slightly different
happens. He pushes the lock of hair behind her ear, but this time her hand comes up and
rests on his hand. He freezes in place, not expecting this. Her eyes are closed, her
breathing slow and steady, heartbeat normal.
Using his other hand, he puts her arm across her chest. He decides to carry out his
plan tomorrow night.
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y'all said you wanted a sequel. So here it is. I asked for ideas, but no one gave me any.
No one guessed the major book reference, either. That is suprising. I will give you a hint.
It was made into a movie, and it is a horror movie/book. As time goes on, the reward for
it will get higher and higher. It is now at a crap-load of treats and a cameo appearance in
this fic.
Hehehehehehe.
Emma: Yeah, well, I tend to make stuff up as I go, then I don't really read over it again,
so that part did sound kinda weird.
Redhead2: Oh, thank you!
#1caffineteen: Yeah, agreed. Most of my stuff is, interesting, but in a different way.
The Evil Cup of Tea: No, it's like when they used him to bring the creepy draclets to life.
Yeah, they should have at least put some kind of cut or something on her. She must have
died of his smell.
Babegurl: Okay!
Wingdog of the World: Yes, I think it is better, too. Thank you.
INMH: OK! OK! HERE YOU GO!! Hehe.
Edawvuli: Thanks. Yeah, but you just get the general idea, then you can use your
imagination. Yes, I meant to do it that way. (shifty eyes) Of course I did.
Kaori: Yay.
An/Van: Thank you. Um.... It is pg-13.....
Antigone Chaucer of Kells: Thank you! P.S. Sure, just don't let him have coffee, he gets
irritable. Oi, Count! I want you to go to Antigone's house. You are only to bite who she
tells you to. Have fun.
Wow, I got lots of good reviews! Eeeeeeee, I feel so loved. And I only got , like, three
signed reviews. Weird. Oh, Casey (pronounced K. C.), Cassie, and Cassandra are the
same girl, just different people call her by different names.
444444444444444
"But dad, why can't I come?" I ask.
"You are too young, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Your mother
and I will be back in a few weeks." I sigh. At least I get to stay with Uncle Carl. Who is
in fact, no relation to me in any way. He always lets me help him develop things and
solve riddles.
"Bye, Cassie." My mother kisses my forehead before leaving with my dad, who
kisses my hair.
"Come along, I can show you some artifacts we have found, Casey." I follow Carl
to the lab, where all of the stuff is kept.
"Carl, do you know how my parents met?" I ask. I have always wondered about
that. "They have only hinted at it having something to do with Translyvania, and we live
there."
"Yes, I know how your parents met, I was there." He tells me about how he and
my father were sent to kill Dracula, and how my mother was the last of her line, and had
to save the rest of her family from an eternity of wandering, and not being able to go to
heaven. "Your father destroyed him when he turned into a werewolf and bit him." I nod
my head. "Oh, Casey, please, tie back your hair." I smile and put my hair into a low pony
tail.
"You are just like your father." He laughs softly. "Though you look more like
your mother."
"Though I have my father's hair." He laughs again.
"I mean that you went straight for the weapons." I am holding what looks to be
the mother of all crossbows.
"Your father used that to kill at least one of Dracula's brides."
"After dinner, I go to my room. There is a bat hanging in the corner. I walk out of
my door to find Carl.
"Carl, did you know that there is a rather large bat in my room?" He looks at me,
confused.
"No, I had no idea. Is it alive?" I shrug.
"As far as I know. It's just hanging from the ceiling. I don't mind. I just wanted to
make sure you didn't neglect to tell me about it." I walk back into my room and look at
my pet bat. It is staring at me.
I raise my arms towards it, and say, "I christen you, Bobert, and you shall be
mine." I drop my arms, and he blinks at me.
That thing is a little creepy. I turn around to change into my sleep clothes. Even as
I climb into bed, it is still staring at me. "Good night, Bobert." I say, and close my eyes.
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He watches as she closes her eyes and falls asleep. He thinks, 'Bobert. That's a
new one. Good night to you too, Cassandra.' He watches her sleep for about an hour, to
make sure she is truly asleep. Then, he flies down and lands on his feet, next to her bed.
But they are no longer bat feet, but booted human feet. And he is no longer a bat, but a
tall, dark haired man, known as Count Dracula.
Her face is turned towards him, and a lock of her hair had fallen into her face.
Gently, he uses one finger to move it and place it behind her ear. As he touches her, she
shivers slightly, and pulls the covers up a little more. He takes his hand away and she is
smiling.
434343
I sigh. I have been banished to my room by one of the monks for 'disturbing the
peace'. And now I am bored. "How about a staring contest, Bobert?" I stare at him. Aw,
darn. Blinked. Hmmm, I wonder... I walk down the corridor, then outside, and find what
I am looking for. Gravel. I pick up a handful and bring it back to my room without being
noticed.
I start chucking rocks at him. Not very entertaining, but, hell, it's something to do.
He doesn't move at all, and I get bored quickly. The least he could do is respond.
434343
For the next few weeks, the bat does the same thing every night. Wait about an
hour, come down, and look at her from human eyes.
One night, about two weeks after she first arrived, something slightly different
happens. He pushes the lock of hair behind her ear, but this time her hand comes up and
rests on his hand. He freezes in place, not expecting this. Her eyes are closed, her
breathing slow and steady, heartbeat normal.
Using his other hand, he puts her arm across her chest. He decides to carry out his
plan tomorrow night.
44444444444444
y'all said you wanted a sequel. So here it is. I asked for ideas, but no one gave me any.
No one guessed the major book reference, either. That is suprising. I will give you a hint.
It was made into a movie, and it is a horror movie/book. As time goes on, the reward for
it will get higher and higher. It is now at a crap-load of treats and a cameo appearance in
this fic.