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"But Master..." Verona pleaded," He shouldn't have children, not yet at least." All Dracula said in reply was, "I must speak with Aleera. Do you know where she is?" "She's in Alexander's room." Verona answered, tossing her long, black hair out of her face. With that, Dracula turned on his heel and started to walk towards Alexander's room.
Alexander looked around his new room. In the middle of the large room, stood a mahogany coffin. Red and Black silk blankets were laid upon its surface. The Persian rug it was upon was a mixture of gold, blue, red, and black. One window stood on the far side of the room with dark black draperies. 'To keep out the sun.' his mother had said.
There was a small armoire that sat across from the coffin. Inside stood small bottles of blood, all different types. There was woman, men, and children. He went over to it and grabbed a onto a woman's A- Blood (He didn't like men blood and he only drank children's blood for special occasions). He began to sip the glass bottle as his mother remerged from his walk-in closet. She held up black pants, a black jacket with silver lining, and a cloak. The cloak was black underneath and had a blue shimmer on the top. He had seen one similar in Dracula's closet, except it had a green shimmer.
"Isn't it wonderful!" Aleera said as she brought the outfit over to Alexander. As he touched the lining on the cloak he added, "It is much too elegant..." "No it's not! You're the vampire prince for heavens sake!" she shouted. "Besides, your wearing rags and it's just not fitting." She gestured to my ripped shirt and knee-lengthed pants. "Alright." I said as I took the black outfit. "That's my boy. I'll help you change."
In a matter of minutes Alexander had on the regal attire and was starting to inspect himself as Aleera draped the cloak around his shoulders. She smiled, "You're an exact image of your father..." "Yes he is." Dracula standing in the doorway cut of Aleera. "A little too fancy, though..." he commented. "Nothing's too good for my darling." Aleera said as she held Alexander protectively. "Hmm..." Dracula said as he walked over to Alexander's closet. Almost instantly, he came out with a plain black cloak. "This should be more suitable." H commented as he removed the cloak from around Alexander's neck and replaced it with the cloak he had in his hands.
"Not bad..." Alexander said as he arranged the cloak the way he wanted. "Now you are ready." Dracula said. "Ready for what?" For your bride." Aleera held on to him even tighter than before, which he thought impossible. "No!" she shouted. "I won't let you rob me of my only son!" "Yes! I am tired of discussing this. He shall choose a bride, TONIGHT!!!
Alexander flew with his father to Transylvania. Tonight he was to choose a young girl to be his companion, his bride. It was a cloudy morning, allowing them to see all of the villagers with their young. He spied a young girl about the age of 9. 'Too young' he thought. "Remember, choose a girl that is strong, bright, and beautiful." Dracula reminded his son. They both landed on an old, wooden house. It was unusual that none of the villagers saw them.
Alexander stared at the crowd, looking for the particular someone he had been eyeing for the past year. He finally spotted her sitting by the suer in the middle of the village. Her curly blond hair hung in ringlets around her face looked so beautiful he couldn't help but smile. She had green eyes that slightly changed color when she was angry or sad.
By this time Dracula had noticed his son's blank expression and looked in the direction that his eyes were. There sat a young maiden with curly blond hair and green eyes. She was eleven, judging by her sweet and innocent mind. She would be a perfect bride for his son. "Wonderful choice." He said as he flew off towards his castle, leaving Alexander on the roof of the house. "I shall see you tonight, my bride to be." With that, he started to fallow his father towards home.