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A.N. : I was just thinking as I read one fic about how put down Aleera is most of the time when historically I think she was his most coveted bride (I don't know her "real" name). So I just thought (for the sake of doing another dracy fic) that I'd favor her for once...here goes
A deep humid wind furrowed in through the window tossing up silken curtains and abandoned leaves. Near imperceptible footsteps grew near from the hall leading into an elegant library.
In strode a beautifully dressed woman, maroon curls draped on her shoulders. Her head was crowned with a small silver circlet. Her lavish gown of gold and ivory glimmered in the rosy firelight causing her pallid, smooth features to become more shadowed and eerie.
She slowed her step as the intricate carpet muffled her footsteps. A small, near childish grin curved her sultry lips obscuring her feirce visage. She disappered for a moment her speed too great for anything short of preternatural eyes to detect. IN an instant she had her hands clasped around the eyes of a stern dark haired man. His hair was gracing the sides of his rigid, seemingly dark expression. In his hands was a thick tome of which he was a little more than half way into. "Guess who..." came the rich succulent, siren-esque voice. It appeared to have little affect as he replied lowly "Can't you see I am trying to read, Aleera".
Though she had been scorned she still smiled relieving her hands from his face and taking a seat in an armchair near to him. "But my Prince Dracul could you not permit me a simple game of my enjoyment." She drew up one long nailed finger to stroke her bottom lip as she spoke thus. Dracul's eyes fluttered towards her direction but quickly returned to the yellowed pages. "Your petty entertainments are childish and impertanent" he replied. "If you wish me to keep to myself then I shall!" she said her voice filled with laughter and false anger. Aleera stared at the ever changing flames watching them flicker and dive about one another.
Dracula's deep green orbs left the cramped scrpit once more. He traced her elegant features and confusing expression of undeadly ferocity and strange buoyant happiness. "What is it that sparks up a smile to your face my dearest?" he finally asked avoiding her intoxicating smile. She turned slowly to face him as if he'd said something horrible to her. Aleera only snorted and smirked returing her gaze to whence it had come. Drac closed the book and laid it aside. He allowed his dexetrous fingers to comb through his hair thoughtfully. "Ah!" he announced after a moment of contemplation. "Our anniversary, when I first, in our first lives, took you up in my arms!" he smiled a smile of victory and possibly joy.
Aleera swiveled around and rose to join him. "Yes my sweet Prince!" she sat on the arm of his chair and leaned forward to brush his hairs with her hands. "I knew it must be important" he somewhat chuckled,"for you are not oft seen smiling...". "Yes, it is also not oft you let your hair down my lord..." she giggled. "Still you seem wildly uncharacteristic, is there something else I must know about?"
She stood on the carpet again not facing him. "What is it!" he demanded joining her angst gripping him. Aleera daren't look at him. "Tell me!" he said feeling a smirk lift the corner of his fanged mouth. "You remember last night..." she started occasionally glancing over at him as he drew up next to her. "How could I possibly forget" he answered encircling her in his arms and gently kissing her neck. She sighed happily, but continued "How we coupled in the moonlight" "Yes and what again is that what you want?" he questioned stroking her arms and stomach causing the fabric of her dress to rustle.
"I'm certain I would not complain my lord" she answered huskily, "But that is not why I am so jubilant". "Then what is it dearest?" Aleera turned to face him her arms about his neck. Her eyes fell than met his, she could read the anxiety within them. She took one of his ashen hands in her own and traced it down her front till it rested on her womb. "You!" he gasped his hand pressing against her. Her cheerful grin turned into one of love and subdued joy. He drew her against himself in a hug. "My darling! You have been blessed! You do not know how much this means to me!" "I believe I do...otherwise I would not have persued telling you in such a fashion". He laughed, or rather chuckled but whatever the noise it filled Aleera with an emotion she could scarce name. "My God how I love you" he proclaimed pulling her away so he could look upon her delicate features. Dracul kissed his bride passionatly. "To know that you will be the bearer of my first born is more than I could ever hope for." Tears pricked Aleera's eyes as he spoke causing her beloved's face to blur.
"Come let us celebrate before Sol ruins everything!" she smiled and laughed at his words and they left the room in silence, but a silence filled with a passion and joy that would be unattainable in latter years. One that would diminsh as the discovery was made that her cild would be stillborn until revived by machine. One that would be abdicated as the fustrations of survival and eternity would wear on all. One that was too wonderful to every be obtained again...
A.N.: and there we go...obviously this is set before most of the other junk happens. Pretty much when he first gets life back and is still somewhat of a "happy" person...well please review...maybe I'll add more chapters...still...I NEED INPUT! so reiview! BAI!