chapter 5: For the First Time
Dracual's POV
I have pondered and thought of that little angel so many times over the past few years. I wonder what she is doing now, being 25 and all? I have a feeling that maybe both of us have this dream...maybe it's fate, but I do not believe in such nonesense. It's crap, honestly...fate and all. One of my blood drained servants had the bloody radio on this morning, listening to gothic music, but I didn't mind it for a few minutes. It seemed to lift my...well I can't exactly say spirit or soul can I since I don't have either. A had this strange feeling...I felt laughter inside of me. To hell with happiness and all that shit!
My bride, Aleera, of course was close on my heels, not once leaving my side. "Aleera, please leave. I need some time to think." "To think of what? A new girl?" Honestly, she could be so vain and jealous at times. Sometimes I wonder why I made her my bride. I couldn't help it, but I did have a desire to think of her, the angel. I always wanted to know her name, but I never asked, but was she in my dream? That dream will not leave me to rest, and I might go mad, but I won't, not now. We were so close to once again rule the world, and destroy all in our path, but those damn reincarnations! Fuck I hate them so much! They just HAVE to ruin it all for me, for us. Aleera would not leave me, and my anger was about to erupt. "Aleera, must I tell you again to fucking go already!" She cowared into the corner, tears rolling down her face. "I'm sorry Aleera. Please go with Verona." I had no intention of scaring her, but I was becoming paraniod.
I flew to the village, and there was no one outside to ruin my peaceful walk that I intended to BE peaceful. I came across the old Frankenstien castle that once was inhabitated by that genuis of a doctor and his creation. But his genuis was his downfall, him being so vain and having more pride than any living man on this disgusting earth. Well he had been long dead since 1887. I remembered all that happened there, the creation, meeting Van Helsing for the second time in my life, and of course where all my children were put. I do miss those cacoons once in a while. Coming across the castle brought artistic genuuis to mind. As much as i liked art in all it's forms, the darkest of art was the one that I approved of. I could feel a strange idea, a brilliant one perhaps, giving this picture to my angel through thought. Maybe she was an artist, I had no idea if she was, I just hoped that if she ever came back, that maybe she would return here.
I went back to my icy fortress of black stone and ice, where my three brides were waiting paciently for me to return home. They went to bed, and I walked to the library to study and think of her, my angel. I feel asleep among the books and the warm embrace of the fire.
We danced as always, andI wanted to ask her. "What is your name?" She hesitated, and I read her mind. "Arielle...that's such a beautiful name." "Thank you, and what is yours?" Now it was my turn to hesitate. "Umm..." "Do you always not know your name, or is it that you don't want me to know?" I smiled, damn did I feel comfortable. "It's Dracula..." I was holdig her in my arms, something I didn't do often. "I love you so much.." I was shocked at my very own words...I didn't know I could actually say that. "I love you too," she replied blushing. I felt so adored and loved for the first time, finally a woman who loved me...for me. ANd I loved and adored her...for the first time.
Aleera woke me from my wonderful dream. "Master were you dreaming of her?" Her tone was jealous and unstable. "Yes," I said defiantly. "And for the last time go away."