Memories
Chapter 5: The Russian Woman
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Now Dracula began to think of his past. About a hundred years had passed from the day that he had died. He and Verona had tried many times, but were unable to produce a child. They were the walking dead, so therefore their children were born dead. Verona was very frustrated by this. She longed to care for a child. The night before they left for Budapest for his annual Masquerade ball, Verona had come to him in a pleading voice.
" Vladislaus, please. I long for a child. Perhaps you could find a young girl, and turn her? You would not have to do anything but that. I'd teach her how to feed and everything. Just please, think about it?"
He was not going to agree, until he saw that pained look in her eye. He had lost his emotions, but he had memories of them. Verona still had shadows of her emotions, they were not as powerful as when she was alive, but they stung all the same.
" Yes, Verona. I'll look for a girl when we go to Budapest."
The next night they leapt from the icy fortress that his foolish father had banished him to, and flew into the night, both silent on their journey. They had to travel by night, because the daylight would hurt them. Their dead bodies could not withstand the harsh sun. When they arrived in Budapest, he had grown hungry. He dropped himself to the ground while Verona went on to Vilkova Palace, and slid into his human form, knowing the people would panic more than he wanted them to at the moment. A young woman walked out of a house near him, heading towards a well. She was beautiful. She was of medium height, with long and flowing golden hair. Probably about 20 or 21 years old. Dracula took a step forward, making a twig snap. The young woman looked up at him, but did not seem frightened. She walked slowly towards him.
" Are you a traveler?" she asked in a thick Russian accent.
" I take residence near here, but I live elsewhere, in Vaseria."
" That is in Transylvania, right?"
" That is correct."
" How interesting. I've always wanted to live there. But where do you live here?"
" Vilkova palace, by the river."
The woman's eyes lit up.
" I've seen that palace before! It's massive. You own that!"
" Yes." Dracula said, chuckling at her enthusiasm. " Would you like to see it? I'm hosting a Masquerade Ball tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"
" Yes, I would...I'm Marishka Hosche." she said, giving a small curtsey.
" Count Vladislaus Dragulia." he said bowing.
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If you were wondering, I made Marishka Russian because her name is Russian. Please review the story and the fanart!