Dracula's Dream Realized
Ch. 3: God Bless the Nobility
I don't own D. I wish I did but I don't. This chapter is kinda serious.
" It all started about a hundred and fifty years ago," began the old uncle. " The town was much the same as it was now, only less prosperous. The people seemed vastly different, however, because of the great fear of the Vampire Daviner and his lair just beyond the last farm. There was no record of that particular noble in that castle ever harming one of his subjects unjustly, yet the townspeople were afraid even to speak of the castle. Then the Barbaoi came. They came as thieves, murderers, and outlaws. They stole from the people of the town. They destroyed the crops. They stole children and molested the women. The Vampire Lord offered them protection in his castle, as well as his aid in removing this plague from them. In return all he asked for was trust. But the men of the town would rather see their women and children stolen from them and their families staving then trust the Count. They would rather be killed by the Barbaoi then accept the kindness of the Noble. The Lord never gave up on his people. His patience paid off. Four young people, terrified of the Barbaoi and sickened by the distrust and futile hatred of the count took up his offer of refuge. They ran to his lair just after the sun had set one day and the vampire Lord did indeed protect them. They are famous around here, you know," Phillip paused. "They were the first ones to trust the lord. Two of them, young girls, stayed always in the castle, afraid to leave the Count's protection. Their two young husbands stayed with them by night and by day they went to the town to try to persuade others to join them. In reality, those first four are the ones who saved the town. We wouldn't be talking today if it weren't for their trust in the vampire." Old Phillip paused again. Lauren came running back into the room with a pleased look on her face and a cup full of some hot liquid. She set it in front of D, who looked at it as though he had never seen pink tea before. Which he hadn't. The tea let off a mixed aroma of mint and… something else that D was leery of. Lauren, still smiling and standing by his chair, urged him to try it.
"Please, sir, try it. I used to make it for Lady Theresa all the time until…" at that Lauren clammed up. D figured it wouldn't hurt him, poison didn't work on him and he didn't sense anything malevolent from the family. He took a cautious sip. The tea tasted of mint mingled with chamomile and…blood? His eyes opened in shocked surprise until he realized it wasn't human blood. He set the cup down uncertainly, looking at Lauren finally with a question in his eyes.
"I used snake blood. I used to use birds' blood for Theresa's, but I thought you might like something a little stronger." Lauren answered the question D didn't ask. "I can get you something else if you don't like it…" The girl said meekly. D shook his head.
"No. I like it. Thank you.' The girl positively beamed at this. She returned to her seat and her uncle continued his story, D sipping the blood tea.
"Where was I? Oh, yes, the first four. Well, the first four set an example to most everyone else that the count could be trusted. Slowly, starting with the young ones, most of the town accepted the Lord's protection. They worked up a plan with their protector to rid themselves of the Barbaoi. The vampire extended his offer of protection one final time to the remaining folk in the town before they unleashed the plan. The Barbaoi disappeared from the town, unfortunately some of the stubborn people did too. The other townsfolk, the ones who had listened to the first four and were unharmed, returned to the town. They bore in their hearts a deep respect and gratitude towards the Noble where there once was fear. They asked the Lord if he would rule over them and protect them. He agreed, and when the times changed he became the mayor, no one in this town would have it any other way. He brought his daughter here, and the townspeople accepted her without a complaint. He is not only our mayor but our sheriff, and he slakes his thirst with the blood of animals and criminals. Never once has he unjustly harmed a human. His daughter married a mortal, human man, and they had a daughter, Lady Theresa, and a son, Lord Thomas. So you see this town has many things to thank the nobility for; we have our prosperity, our safety, and our freedom. As I said, Lord Daviner was elected our mayor. He has watched over this town for one hundred and fifty years. He has two dhampire grandchildren, Lady Theresa who used to play with Lauren; and Lord Thomas who loves this town, to watch the town while he sleeps. That is why it is such an honor to have a visitor with noble blood in their veins, Mr.D." With that old Phillip looked intently at the hunter's face. D wasn't wearing his ever-present hat for once, and you could see the little emotion his face showed clearly. 'My fathers dream… the sacred ancestor's dream…could it be possible… that it could come true?'D thought, feeling as though someone had put a stake through the heart of his world and wrenched. He had spent most of his life hunting the fallen nobility, confronting the nastier side of immortality.D had learned to despise his bloodsucking kin. His father, Dracula, had wanted him in the beginning as a union between the humans and the nobility, as proof that the two classes could live in peace. That dream had seemed shattered… but now?
" Are you all right, sir?' Lauren asked with anxiety, snapping d out of his reverie.
"I'm fine, thank you." D said.
" if you would like, milord, we could take you to talk with the mayor? I'm sure he would have much more suitable accommodations for you to spend the night…" offered Martha respectfully. D shook his head.
" That wont be necessary." The hunter replied, getting up from the table with everyone else. " I should get going now. I've overstayed my welcome." The hunter headed for the door.
" Please, milord, you've been traveling in the sun all day. Stay and rest here for the night at least." Martha requested. D was too tired to object.
" just do me a favor. Quit acting like you're servants."
A/N :look, folks, reveiw or not, thats your choice but if you dont like it say so so i can stop wasting my time