Wazaga says: "Ooooh-Kay. So my first chapter wasn't anything special. But maybe this will give it a better bit of a boost.

Kitala: ha ha, thank you. For a moment I thought no one would bother looking at this. Well, hope you'll enjoy this."

Chapter 1: "Like the Rose"

The wind howled through the night. The starless sky churned with angry clouds. Lightning cracked followed by the booming roar of thunder. A lone shadow stood at the window of the high tower of the great castle. Within another flash of lightning, it vanished.

A creature in the form of a man walked briskly towards a throne located in the centre of the room. His features were sharp with a royal air to them. His skin was as white as fresh cream. His eyes were as black as a raven's feathers. Silky locks of silver hair rippled behind him in his stride, caressing his back in shining waves. His clothes were simple to say the least. He wore black trousers with the bottoms tucked into his knee-high boots. His belt was blood red with geometrical designs made in gold. His white blouse was loose with the tails tucked into his belt, the caller was V-shaped opened low enough to reveal part of his torso, and the sleeves were wide and puffy ending in cuffs held with diamond studded silver cufflinks.

He sat in the throne with a casual manner. One ankle crossed over his knee as he locked his fingers together and rested his chin on them. Another flash of lighting illuminated the cold, lonely room. Ah, but was that not it? The loneliness that echoed in such a deafening volume, it should drive one mad.

He stared into space as these very thoughts stormed within his mind:

"What is a life of eternity, when this emptiness lingers for all time in wait for my madness? Ah, but such a beast as myself would know better then to contemplate such a thought." He chuckled at his own whispered words "still, these walls are far too hollow for my liking." He glanced at the vase of roses that was set on a small table across the room. He saw every detail there was to see. Every rose held many delicate petals. And on each petal, were crystals of dew, shining with life as they slid into the heart of the rose it laid on.

He let out a long sigh, he often thought of himself as that very rose. To carry a graceful beauty unlike any other, and still bear the thorns that caused pain and bleeding. But those thoughts did little to quiet his aching loneliness.

He lowered his hands to his lap as he sat back into the cushion of the throne: "Perhaps it was meant to be. That I, after so long, would suddenly wish for a companion. Even a mortal one would be welcome to fill this hole that drills through me." he pulled a lock of hair behind his ear as another flash of lightning brightened the room momentarily, followed by the roaring thunder.

For a long moment, his eyes studied the ceiling while he lost himself to his wandering thoughts. The wind picked up and ruffled the curtains. The blue fabric billowed and waved wildly from the force. He turned to the open window to find that rain began to spatter into the room through them. He went to it and closed the panes. Leaning on the windowsill, he watched the rain for a few minutes before deciding that he would take a short walk through the castle.

However, his mind was changed when he noticed the small desk that was set in the far corner of the room. He had seen it many times, but never thought much of it before then. It was a simple desk with two drawers. There was a pot of ink beside a cup holding several pens and quills. When he opened the drawers, he found several sheets of paper stacked neatly inside. He pulled out a handful of them and sat at the desk musing. He chose a pen and un-lidded the ink pot.

Dipping his pen into the pot, he brushed the tip on the surface gracefully as he wrote his name:

Alucard Price, son of Lord Dracula...