DRACULA
The wind on my face in the cool night air is one of the few solaces I find in this immortal existence I have lived for some decades now, having not aged since my twenty eighth year in the fourteen hundred and forty eighth year of our lord. I am regarded in German and Saxon texts as a cruel and ruthless ruler who enjoyed violent justice by Impaling thousands of men, women, and children. Which I cannot say is all lies. I did enjoy the suffering of many that were put to the Pike under my authority. When one has their emotions shut off, conscience and regret are non-existent concepts to us vampires. I fear what would have become of my country, and perhaps all of Europe had I not found a way to turn them back on. Could there have been any to stop "The Tèpès"? (Impaler) Perhaps the Originals, but the last time we crossed paths I was more than a match for any of them. Poor Elijah was given a reminder of that when I planted him into that oak tree with such precision. He will revive…eventually. The Eldest of the Original siblings was not one for breaking his word, among the Mikaelson's Elijah is the most noble and most honorable of his family. Whoever this girl… this mirror image of the one woman, who held sway over my black, black heart, is, she's worth the Originals crossing our deal of my nation's autonomy from their reach. My castle comes into view and in a matter of moments followed closely by my patrol; we arrive at its gates.
"Prince Dracula has returned! Open the gates!" I hear one of my sentries shout to his men. Soon the gates swing open and I enter to be greeted by my second; Josèf.
"My Prince." He bows before me before falling in along by my side. The creaking of the heavy gates is once again heard as they are closed behind us. "Is that?" Josef begins but I quickly cut him off.
"This is Katerina. Find her a room." I order before placing her in Josèf's arms. "Get a Traveler to seal her in there." I enter the castle with Josèf still following me. My second is also my oldest friend, he knows me almost better than I know myself, and so Josèf knows something is amiss.
"Of course my Prince, but might I ask why?"
At his question I stop and so does he. Turning to him, I glance once more at the shade of the woman I once longed to see again, her earthly brown eyes, and fair skinned face invading many a dreams I have.
"The girl is wanted by Lord Klaus, for what? I know not. But he will be coming back for her. And I will have the answers of why." I explain to him, seeing a strand of stray hair obstructing my view of her face; I reach and slowly brush it back into place with my index finger. Looking back to Josèf who made no move in concealing his notice of my action.
"Go now my friend, her healing must have kicked in by now. It is only a matter of time before she wakes." I order before once more walking away. Josèf makes no more moves to follow.
"It shall be done my Prince." I hear him say before he blurs off to carry out my wishes. Taking my time I come to the entrance to the caverns beneath the fortress. Igniting a torch, I make my way through a part of the cavern I know all too well. Coming to another door to a cave that was guarded by two of my most trusted men; I nod to them as the left guard to my right opens the door for me.
Meeting Elijah after decades and discussing his brother had me feeling nostalgic. Entering the room with the door closed behind me to allow for privacy. I approach a perfectly preserved coffin. Approaching it, I reach and unlock its clasp's. Debating with myself for but a mere moment, I open the lid of the coffin and look upon the chained undead corpse before me. Watching his face for but a moment, its eyes which were a black abyss; opened and looked straight into my own; I smiled mockingly down at him.
"Good evening…brother."