Vampire de Domini Chapter 7: Count Vladislaus Draguila, a van helsing fanfic

Disclaimer: I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I've been ardently working on my English term paper, so I didn't have any time. I usually have time on the weekend to update, but I didn't have any time last weekend, so I'm doing it today. I do not own Van Helsing, nor do I own Dracula, or any of his followers. I own Alexis, Eloise, Henry, and all of those other characters.

I would like to thank Remember and Lady Eli for supporting my story. I also have another story which might be interesting to some of you out there. It's titled Et in Arcadia Ego. It's an OC romance between Elizabeth Wilde and Colonel William Tavington, from the movie, The Patriot. Not only does this story kick but, but it's amazingly written. I'm sure that Remember will love it.

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Me: Finally, I can write some more to this story.

Dracula: Took you long enough; what were you doing anyway?

Me: English term paper.

Dracula: A what?

Me: We have to pick out a British author and write about him.

Dracula: Who'd you get?

Me: Emily Bronte

Dracula: Good writer….loved Wuthering Heights; I, however, thought you might pick Bram Stoker.

Me: I didn't know he was British.

Dracula: Dimwitted fool

Me: Oh, shut up. Emily is still a good choice.

Dracula: Yes; however, it was tragic – what happened with her family.

Me: Yes, very tragic indeed. However, I really did love Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Dracula: It's alright.

Me: I like Anne Rice as well. I loved Interview with a Vampire.

Dracula: Yes and her books about Lestat were quite interesting as well.

Perrette: I need to say something now.

Me: You just did

Perrette: Oh…..heh….

Me: You're just a figment of my imagination

Perrette: I'm a pseudonym which you use on all your novels.

Me: Do pseudonyms talk!

Perrette: Only when crazy freaks come up with them.

Me: You need to stop talking right now.

Perrette: Hey, you're the one who's writing the words down. I can't help it if you've got the sudden urge to make an imaginary woman quarrel with you.

Dracula: Please, do go on with the story. This is annoying.

Me: Very well put D-Man!

Dracula: Use my full name.

Me: Okay, Dracula…….D-MAN!

Dracula: HE-

Me: On with the story!

Darkness that night seemed to be Alexis' only guiding light. It was frightening, to say the least, but there was something within the darkness which captivated her. Everything seemed too surreal for her to understand. Hours ago, she was in her carriage, set on sleeping the night away comfortably, but after a near-death experience with an unfamiliar creature, she found herself walking along a dark pathway – or so it seemed (it was too dark to decipher). – With a strange man, whom she had no idea of. If she had half a mind, she would've fled hours ago. Yet, for some strange reason, she resisted her wise instincts and allowed her body to tread further.

Looking down upon her body, she finally realized how poor her condition was. Her gown – more corset and skirt than gown – was blackened with mud and tar, which was quite strange, for she didn't see any tar when the creature was chasing her. Since she realized she'd been hysterical at that moment, she quickly threw off any thought and moved on towards other areas of her body.

Julian's not going to like this she thought, seeing her pale stomach through a tear in her corset. If and when she got out of this ghastly predicament she knew, without a doubt, that Julian would be complaining and fussing the entire time. At the brothel, each garment was either owned or used by Julian, and now that one of her favorite corsets had been ruined beyond repair – she'd never hear the end of it. It almost made her want to stay lost, but the thought of returning to her grandmother's estate was the only comforting thought that kept her motivated.

Wishing to end the silence, she slowly opened her mouth, yet decided against it when she heard an unfamiliar noise. She tightly placed her arm around the man's muscular shoulder. She wondered if how close she and the man were made the man nervous, but when she looked into his eyes, she sensed nothing at all.

Alexis: (Thinking the man needed an explanation)

Forgive me sir; this is all quite new to me.

She shook softly, feeling a breeze of cold air rush against her pale skin. The same nothingness she saw when she stared in his eyes moments ago remained, making her shameful for speaking; however, she learned otherwise soon after. The man halted, and then he turned his face towards Alexis's. He gave her a cool, seductive smile, and began to speak.

Vladislaus: (Speaking in his Romanian accent)

My dear, there is nothing to forgive. The forest is quite disturbing.

Alexis agreed with him. The creature she saw earlier was the most disturbing thing she'd ever seen, but something in her told her that, in this forest, there were more disturbances ahead. Since he had spoken, she decided to converse with him.

Alexis: (Staring at the path ahead)

Might I ask your name. We've been walking for nearly two hours now…

(She didn't know how long they'd been walking, but she knew that a few hours had to have passed).

Alexis: …And we haven't even told each other our names.

Vladislaus: (Sighing softly)

- Count Vladislaus Draguila

Vladislaus: (Sighing)

You have my name now; tell me yours.

She nodded softly.

Alexis: Alexis Dracaena, sir.

Vladislaus: A Dracaena, are you?

For once, she saw him beam with delight. It was kind of sadistic, and a tad bit creepy, but a smile was a smile, no matter which way you looked at it.

Vladislaus: I've heard of your grandmother. Eloise is it?

Alexis: Yes, her name's Eloise.

That was all she could muster at that moment. She'd heard another noise while they were talking, so she was kind of scared. Even though her words showed her fear, her expression was numb, just like Vladislaus's, yet hers was more humorous for she was actually trying.

Goodness Alexis thought this is really awkward. She looked over at Vladislaus and sighed, blushing softly. He was quite handsome, and all this small talk was making her really nervous, and she was certain that he sensed her nervousness. They continued walking, and for ten minutes, not a single word was spoken. It really made her nervous. She'd never gone a day without speaking to someone, and this was truly picking at her. She really wanted to be with her grandmother, and she really wished that she could be griping at her maid right about now, but she knew that wouldn't happen at all that night; hopefully the next day. She looked towards Vladislaus and smiled, softly.

Alexis: (Wanting to ease the awkwardness)

So, do you live around these parts?

Dracula: (Nodding his head)

My home isn't far from here. We'll be there shortly.

Alexis: I'm going home with you?

That was strange. Sure, it was understandable, seeing as there wasn't any way for her to get back home, but going home with a man she'd just met, it was unheard of. Shaking off her worries, she continued on with the conversation.

Alexis: I understand. I could never find my way through these woods.

Dracula: That's certain. These woods are filled with horrible creatures; you wouldn't last a day here.

Alexis: (A little angry, but didn't want to argue)

That's certain.

I'm going to cut off there. I hope you guys liked the new chapter. Also, I'm going to put in some poems of mine in this story.

Obtuse Transience

No way to be perfection,

Just a puddle of inhuman revulsion,

Marching to an offbeat tune,

With vultures circling round our heads

'Till we're nothing more, pick us

Now residing, bare figures of gutlessness

Naught to comfort hierarchy,

Nor beseech fluctuating resonance,

Only heed lessons taught by gods in the sky,

And waveringly grasp their visions

With the tips of your finger extended,

So that reaching becomes restless and inflexible

Sire hindrances, release humbleness,

Allow your effervescent disposition to evaporate;

Within a mind of simple-minded perspicacity,

Desertion is the key solution towards mortality,

And every other stepping stone which,

When walked upon,

Descends towards the bowels of compunction

Parallel towards orthodoxy,

Allow regularity to utilize material posture,

During the living days of restoration,

Perceive nothing; receive and breathe departure

For now, nothing lives

My eyes were listening all along

Enthroned with emptiness,

I'm here, sitting next to you

Next to the power which

Solely betrothed my ignorance

With each voice, anger heightens

To a point where passion clouds regulation

Irking responsibility, yet ensured with the fact

That nothing demolishes true rule

With a stale heart, and a plethora of vision,

Rules keep urging your prideful entity

To blindly eradicate innocence,

Where you are – my words could never reach

Only with humble eyes, may speech ensue,

They were listening all along,

When death slowly picked out their hearts,

Intently they watched,

As the guillotine, marked with their "crimes",

Quickly ended their misery

I dared to utter a single word,

I dared to speak at all, for fear of your wrath;

For fear of becoming just like them,

But in a sense, we weren't that distant

We're close together; bound by pain and misfortune

Each day, I envision death,

Countless ways for misery to end,

Countless ways to destroy my heart,

And end my life, which never lived at all

It was you, to whom my heart was bought,

And my heart has suffered long enough,

For your wasted resilience has worn my body,

And now no words remain, yet words,

Which I once spoke loudly,

Has tampered with my sanity