A Different Point of View!
Count Vladislaus Dracula had done everything he could to try and find his missing Dampire, but… in the end, he couldn't. The first few weeks were long and relentless as the Count tried to figure out how and why C could just disappear! Cornwell was his first guess, but the treacherous fool had also evaded his sight. Not even the Werewolf could sniff him out as his human servant; Ranfield, tried to use all of his contacts in Briton and beyond. But still… nothing. Not a hint or hair of evidence that could link Sir Cornwell to C's disappearance. This frustrated him.
In the third week, Dracula tried to hunt her down himself; by himself! He flew long and fast over the countries past his home, only to rest in a cave or barn during the daylight. From the boarders of Turkey to even Tajikistan, just to see if she had back tracked their journey to Tibet. But no. No sign of her or a sent trail to catch. When he returned by the end of the week, he was more than just exhausted. He was worried.
Neither Ranfield nor any other of his servants dared to approach him when he was like this. Although he would fiercely admit that he wasn't, they could all tell that Count Dracula was worried. His dead hands were still clenching the crystal necklace that she used to wear. Though he still refused to think that she was dead, after that display he found just outside the village, Dracula was starting to look doubtful.
The next month was just like the same, though he would sulk even more when he was alone. Quite often Ranfield would find him in C's chambers; mindlessly looking about as if he could find clues to where she was. But after another week of wandering, he gave up entering her chambers all together.
February was slowly passing them by. Though the castle and village stayed consistent with their everyday chores, the inhabitance began to notice the un-lively change. Without Dampire C, things just seemed gray. Depressing was more like it. Some of the village people tried to ask about her, but Ranfield wouldn't tell on the Masters behalf, mind you. Yet still, the worry soon turned into fear for C's fate, and then it turned into sadness. A sadness and depression that soon took hold of Dracula as he sat alone in his chair in front of a fireplace. But there was no comfort. Only loneliness, sadness and pain.
Though he had tried to deny it at first, Dracula now knew that he was sad she was gone. Without her laughter filling up the hallways; they were just empty hallways again. The lights she had put in had now turned dime from her absence of care. Even the Dwergi were not as lively as before she had come into their lives. C had made such an impact on his unlife that he didn't realize just how much he missed her, until now. Yes. He missed her greatly. Even now he could almost hear her soft yet teasing voice making fun of his clothing. He had even started dreaming about her a few times, which bothered him for the dreams were never the same.
One such dream was about her standing in a dark and opened area. He couldn't tell where they were; only that she looked to be in pain, and crying! When he tried to approach she would twirl around and attack him, the red practically glowing from her eyes as her fangs were set to bit into him. Then he would wake up with a start in his chair. Though he tried to rest back in his coffin, the dreams did nothing to avoid him. He hadn't dreamed in centuries and now he was plagued with them in such a way that his sleep was impossible to gain for several more weeks!
That's when Van Helsing came again; wanting to know more on how he was and what were his plans for this world. He had only sent Ranfield to deal with him, yet he could still overhear the conversation from the next room. When Helsing asked about C, Dracula tried not to wince. For just the sound of her name made him feel sorrow. When Ranfield finally drove him away, Dracula was left tired, guilty, and even more depressed than before. He didn't even have it in him to slay his old nemesis as thoughts of the Dampire still continued to weigh him down. These – feelings had left him weak.
It was despicable and he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way! He was a King, damn it! A King of Vampires! King's loose subjects and servants all the time throughout the centuries! This should be no different! But… still. It hurt not to have her by his side. Though she liked to be distant, he never saw her argue when he was near. Her eyes would show how angry she would get, and he would love every second of it. The way she talked, smiled, and danced with him, made him feel more alive than he could have ever imagined. She would pull pranks and mischievous styles that would make him laugh until his sides hurt, but she could also be caring and considerate of him that left a warmth deep in his chest. Now that she was gone… the realization of being alone again without her, left him in silent agony.
Depression was, well… depressing. The silence in both his castles was maddening, and without her scent, everything seemed dull. Everything. Nothing else mattered to him, not even the daily reports he would get from Ranfield. Life on this Earth, without C, was rather depressing. Though he did fill his needs with the donated blood, it still reminded him of who came up with that idea.
March had settled in and winter was starting to end, but the Count's depression lingered on. Though Ranfield constantly hovered over him, Dracula had waved him off and told him to leave him be for a while. From his coffin to the lounge rooms he would roam as if he was still dreaming. Lack of sleep can do that. But it was more like he was still searching! Finding ways, if there was any that could seek out Dampire C. If she was still alive, that is. Though he seemed to realize that he may never see her again, a part of Dracula's consciousness still believed that she was alive! He couldn't explain it but he probably could dismiss it as being part of the bond he had shared with her.
With blood, magic, and words of old, Dracula knew that making that potion would be risky. To create a half-vampire and shill hold control over it was what he had wanted. With his very essence extracted into a vial, mixed with other preservatives, he was sure that the Dampire; forged from his power, would work out perfectly! But… as usual, things didn't turn out as planned.
That little woman; Carolyn Sin. She had surprised him and resisted him to such an extent that he couldn't help but be proud to have known her. Though she was just as stubborn as he was, eventually he began to feel for her. And just when he knew she would start to feel for him, just as he would have planned, she turns it around by saying she appreciated him! Unbelievable! Unheard of even! Yet, he couldn't help but allow these feelings for her to grow, and just when he was about to control them – she vanishes.
It left him with a sick realization that he was starting to grow attached to her. Not just as a servant. Not even as a fledgling growing up. But as a young woman he had grown to care for. Even liked! Maybe more…
But now, without her here, he realized just what a fool he had been. That little woman had done more than just rearrange his castles and feeding habits, but him too. Now, without her, he wished he would have taken back what he had said about her to Ranfield. She was so much more than a tool! She was his! He wanted to find her and tell her that! But… without the clues… without a trace of her scent… she was lost to him. During the middle of the day he dreamed again, but this time, it wasn't about her attacking him in anger. This was something else!
He was roaming around some human bar. Loud sounds of music and laughter echoed around him, but he paid no heed. He was pulled by some invisible force to the front of the crowd. Colors of all sorts danced and flashed across his vision as he came closer and closer to the stage, and then he froze when he saw a woman dancing on the stage. That woman! She was wearing all black. Her black hair tied up in a messy bun as her black lips revealed her stunning canines. C!
"Hello Master," Her voice echoed into his mind as she continued to fan her arms about her and her hips swung and bounced to the wild beat. Yet he was still too focused on her face to care about anything else.
"Carolyn!" He breathed out in overwhelming relief and awe. "You are alive!"
"Oooo, more alive than you know," She grinned down at him as her arms ran seductively down her hourglass frame.
"Where?" He quickly demanded as his left hand went to reach out for her, but it seemed like she was drifting away from him. Or was he drifting away from her? "Tell me! Where are you? Please!"
At his last word she grinned, showing off her small fangs as she spread out her arms in welcome. Her image began to turn black as the colors of the room began to spin around her, blurring her even more. He felt the pull of weariness take over, but he fought to hear her worlds.
"A city so nice they named it twice."
With that, his blue eyes snapped open and he shot out of his coffin in a flair of crashing ice. He breathed heavily when his mind suddenly registered to what had occurred. A vision… of sorts. The bond they had was still there! And it showed him just what he needed! A clue. But he was at a loss to what the riddle that the dream C had given him, meant.
A city so nice… they named it twice? What does it mean? His head pounded from the over extent of thought just as he had risen a few hours earlier than normal. Thinking that the riddle involved a place, he quickly teleported to his study room and began pouring into the geography books and maps of all kinds. Names of places did come up with two names, but there were too many to just simply take a guess!
After five hours of franticly searching the maps and books, he only rubbed his temple in hopeless reasoning, thinking that it was only a dream that told him how much he really missed her. The dance she had done in it reminded him of the show she had put on back in Tibet during Sang Assemblée. So, it only stands to reasoning that his mind would conjure up such a vision. But as for the people and colors, he didn't have a clue.
Exhausted, he appeared in his lounge room, lit the fire in the fireplace, and sat in his recliner in silence. A cup of blood was on a small table, but he hardly had touched it, for his thoughts were on someone else. Though he could call for Ranfield to see how things were going, but then he remembered he had sent the man away for a while. Not caring where he was, Dracula just rested. His mind had drifted so that he wasn't even sure what day it was! Time seemed to blur as he continued to sulk in his chair.
Ranfield, on the other hand, had seen this kind of depression before in his Master (after a week of returning to Earth), but could do nothing for him. It seemed worse now since he now realized the old vampire had developed certain feelings for Dampire C. Where she was, if she was alive, he hoped she would find a way to return soon. Well, in all things considering; the Master had asked him to leave him alone, and so he did. By paying a visit to England no less!
Right now he was currently enjoying a cup of tea on some patio of a restaurant. The day was cloudy but warm as people came in and out for their usual meals. As Ranfield tried to ponder his own problems on how to help the old bat, a rolled up newspaper was flashed just in front of his gaze.
"Paper, Sir?" A young man in a gray jacket asked him kindly.
"Hm? Oh, yes! Thank you!" Ranfield replied gratefully and tipped the man a few British coins. Thinking that the News would be a great distraction, he undid the knot of string and opened the delicate sheets of newsprint. From the cover he read the top news; being the problems in Korea and such, and then down to the National News. He froze though when he saw the headline.
MYSTERIES OF THE NEW WORLD! WOMAN CLAIMS TO BE HALF-VAMPIRE!
Intrigued, he read on until it said to turn the page and was welcomed to a police sketch of the woman's face. Nearly spitting out his tea, he could clearly see the resemblance of that sketch to a certain Dampire!
"Good gracious! Oh – Oh my word! I – I have to tell the Master!" Jumping up from the colorful seat, Ranfield paid his tab and raced for the nearest airport to quickly buy a ticket back to Romania. If the sketch and descriptions in the paper matched that of the Dampire he had come to admire, then he had to move fast.
It was four hours later that Ranfield found himself in the small village again, but the pudgy man would not slow down! Even as his breathing came out in gasps, he ignored the curious gazes of people as well as the typical squabbles of the Dwergi as he made his way through the castle doors to hunt down his Master.
"Master! Master!" He called out and immediately felt his dark aura coming from his typical 'sulking' room. Bursting the doors wide open, he found the vampire siting in his usual chair and staring mindlessly into the burning fireplace. "Master! You have got to read this!"
"How many times have I told you, Ranfield," The Count growled in slight annoyance. "Do not bother me until I send for you."
"Yes, Master. I apologize for the intrusion, but you have got to read this!" The man huffed out quickly and held out The Daily Telegraph to him.
Dracula, sighed as he took the paper without looking at his human servant. Though all he wanted right now was to be alone, he was slightly grateful for Ranfield disrupting his mood.
"There!" He pointed to the headline at the bottom. "You'll see what I mean." Furrowing his brows, the Count read the paper to himself.
"Why would this interest me, Ranfield?" He spat in annoyance after seeing the tittle. "I have heard many mortals pretending to be vampires just to get fame for decades! Why would the subject of one saying she is half mean anything to me?"
"Not this one!" Ranfield said and encouraged him to turn the page.
Huffing at the man's excitement he flipped the page and saw what the human meant. There was a drawing of a woman's face printed just above the rest of the article. Her face looked soft, but her eyes looked sharp and cold; angry. Her mouth seemed to be black but turned into a frown as her black hair was short and had a slight wave to it.
Standing up from his seat, Dracula continued to stare into that picture until he realized who he was staring at. "Carolyn." He breathed and then his eyes trailed to the rest of the letters under her picture.
"…the woman tracks down criminals and kills them where they stand! She sees the Justice System as a joke and wishes to take the law into her own hands!" One witness says as he and his fellow members of a local Fire Department in New York, New York swear they also saw this stranger save a woman and her daughter from being crushed under a truck that had cashed in Times Square. So who's to say who or what this woman is; Hero? Or Rouge? Is she like Batman? Or is she simply more than what she seems to be?
Sniffing at the name 'Batman' he froze when he read one word that stuck out to him. Four words actually! And they were the same! New York, New York!
A city so nice they named it twice.
This had to be it! The clue to her riddle in his dream!
"You see, Master?" Ranfield held an equally surprised gaze at the paper. "It's C! She's alive and well in America!"
"It – is not – possible! But –," He breathed when his bright blue eyes looked over the sketch again, not missing any details. If this really is C, then he had no choice but to go to her. He had to make sure this wasn't some cruel joke he was being played in. "Ranfield! Prepare our arrival for America. We must go to New York and see for ourselves if the rumors are true."
"Yes, Master!" Ranfield bowed and quickly went to exit the room, but before he did he turned around to face the vampire once more. "Master? If it is Dampire C – what will you do?"
There was a moment of silence before Dracula pursed his lips in thought. "If C is truly alive and in this city, then I must go to her before her dark nature gets out of hand."
Nodding his head once more, Ranfield scurried off to make plane arrangements and to buy tickets for the latest plane out of Europe. As Ranfield did this and that to make sure their journey to America would be 'tolerable' Dracula continued to pace up and down in his chambers, unsure about the feelings that now rolled in his gullet.
Anxiety. Excitement. Relief. And yes… even fear. He feared that her long isolation away from him might have made her more dangerous. Scratch that; from what he read in the paper he could tell right away that her control of her vampiric half was slipping! This was bad! Very bad! To have a vampire expose all the secrets of the Vampire Nation was a risk in itself; but C was different! Of course people would balm it on drugs and such! They didn't know her! Not like he did. Though he had always sent his spies or assassins to take out the vampires that were going to destroy their 'save haven,' he had to make this trip himself!
They left the village on the next night. Ranfield had taken all of the necessities in bags and made sure the airport security wouldn't be a problem. Dracula also made sure that their faces wouldn't be remembered by the local staff as he and Ranfield boarded onto a semi crowded plane. Thankfully, it was a one trip ride, yet despite being thousands of feet above the ocean, Dracula was still finding his window seat to be uncomfortable.
He kept himself occupied in his thoughts though. Mostly on C. Oh, how he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again and praise to any God that had spared her life! But first; he had to find her, and from what information Ranfield had given to him about this New York, it wasn't going to be easy. With a healthy mortal population of over eight million Dracula was flabbergasted that his Dampire managed to live there at all! The noise of modern machinery alone would drive him away! All those heartbeats! He feared that C would have a vampire's dream come true what will all the blood she can consume – as well as spill.
Just as he had slipped into a void of self-consciousness, the plane had landed. Grateful to be out of the smelly thing, Dracula and Ranfield walked into the lobby of LaGuardia Airport.
"I do believe the paper said she was in Manhattan Island. We are currently in Queens." Ranfield informed him as Dracula tried to hide his glare from a few curious young females.
"Then let us be off, Ranfield. I cannot stand being in this crowed any longer!" The old vampire hissed as a few blind men brushed up against him. Luckily, he had decided to go with a set of dark sunglasses and a black hat. He held his cloak to himself, to make it look like a coat as they passed through the crowed. He had learned, not too long ago, that some disguises actually helped in a pinch.
Once outside, Dracula almost lost his mind. This place was absolute madness! Noise of all sorts greeted his sensitive ears and the smell of pollution almost made him lose the insides of his stomach.
"Are you alright, Master?" Ranfield asked while Dracula looked like he was trying to regain his balance on the solid sidewalk.
"I will be just as soon as we are at the hotel," Dracula growled in annoyance as he tried to adjust to everything. It was overwhelming. Truly a city that he could never fully comprehend. He was only grateful that his homelands were far across the sea and away from this place. 'A city so nice' indeed!
Ranfield called a taxi and had the driver go to a hotel in Manhattan. Dracula remained silent in the back seat as he continued to stare out the window, thinking and wondering how his Dampire could manage living here at all. But, of course, he also learned that C could be very resourceful. As soon as the car stopped, they both walked out and onto the front steps of the Hilton Midtown Hotel. Tall and arranged to be roomy for anyone, the Count was satisfied that this place will suit his need perfectly.
Paying the cab driver, Ranfield then hauled all the bags into the lobby as Dracula took the lead. Grateful that there weren't as many humans around at this time, he took the opportunity to make sure that the staff of the hotel would be discreet about his presents. He was also grateful that Ranfield had booked them the penthouse at the very top of the building. Money was of no concern to him anymore. If anything, over the years of living; along with his family treasury, he had enough to own four countries! But – as he had taught his subjects, the shadows were their home. It was best not to over indulge, immortal or not.
The elevator ride could be described as less than enjoyable, but both were relieved as the doors opened with a soft ding. Once in the room, the Count looked about at his temporary home. It was roomy, cozy and decent to suit both their needs. It was all a one room divided by doors and walls. From the living room with a wide, flat TV and comfortable sofas to match the color of the dark brown walls and beyond that was a kitchen. The bedroom was to the far left and was considered to be spacious. Feeling the need to rest, he immediately went to the bedroom as Ranfield shooed out the bellboy and began to rearrange their belongings form the bags.
"I am going to rest, Ranfield and I do not wish to be disturbed," He said sternly.
"Yes, Master," Ranfield replied as he put bottles of blood into a refrigerator.
"Once the sun sets, we shall begin our search for C," He said as the old man plopped himself on the couch, for the Count wasn't the only one exhausted from the trip.
"Very good, Master. Have a good days rest," The British man replied as he moved his hands on his chest and began to relax.
Returning the courtesy with a nod of his head, Dracula closed the door behind him and with a wave of his hand, all the curtains closed. That was the only drawback of the suite; too many windows, other than that, not bad. Still, as the day drew out, he couldn't find it in him to sleep. Despite being surrounded by thousands and thousands of heartbeats, he only wanted to find one. C. She was here somewhere. He could feel the pull of their bond, but it was faint and it always seemed to disappear every other hour, which confused him. Was she alive or not? Were these feeling only caused by lack of rest? He had no idea, only that he was eager to begin the search.
When night came, both vampire and servant went out into the cool streets of Manhattan. The lights of the buildings and huge flat screens brightening entire blocks making the usual busy inhabitance as common as they would be during the day. Though he had always passed it off as just a city full of humans, he could now see why it was called 'the city that never sleeps!' While Ranfield was busy with the map and such, Dracula kept his keen eyes open for any signs of C. Though occasionally he thought he spotted her, it just turned out to be a different woman in black. This was ridiculous! He might as well be better off finding a diamond in a pile of glass!
"Master! I bring news!" Ranfield approached him, not knowing that he had disappeared for a few minutes. "It turns out there's a girl that owns an art shop down this street!" Ranfield pointed to an orange bricked building. "She has pictures and sketches of C all over her walls! Maybe she'll know where to find her!"
"Tis a start," Dracula sighed and followed the man down the busy walkways trying to ignore all the odd commoners that appeared at night. And C said he had dressed weird? What a mess! When they finally entered the store, Dracula immediately took a moment to sigh and calm his aching fangs. It was almost time to feed and all the fresh blood roaming around him was just too taunting to resist for much longer! But he had to stay focused! He had to find out where his Dampire was first!
As they crossed the threshold, not worrying about entering without permission, Dracula scanned every drawing and picture in the room. These were very good. Creative, a bit messy on some but he guessed that it was about abstract art. He froze though when he came across a certain face in a twelve by fifteen frame. C! From her dark eyes she looked focused and ready to kill, and her grin made it all the more reasonable that she wouldn't hesitate to either. Her black hair shown stark against the white canvas as it waved around her like a vortex. Truly a picture of fear, he thought as he continued to stare into the picture until a second heartbeat made them both turn around.
"Hello!" Smiled a young and red haired woman. She was dressed in baggy gray pants and a white shirt as her fingers looked like they hadn't seen a sink in days, what will all the color paints she worked with. "Welcome to my little art shop! Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes. Actually," Dracula returned the smile, took off the sunglasses and then went back to the picture of C. "Is this your work? It is very good."
"Thanks," She said and rubbed the back of her neck, for she had the feeling to be nervous in font of these two strangers. "She's an inspiration to many people, but not as much as she is to me."
"Really?" The dark haired man asked coolly as his piercing blue eyes went back to her, making her almost fidget where she stood. "And why is that?"
"Well, I guess it's because she saved my life one time," The girl smiled more to herself then to her current company. "She's got a knack for taking down the criminals. The Criminal Killer is one of her tittles, but I recently heard that she also goes by the Ghost of Revenge!"
Ghost of Revenge? Dracula thought in dislike. If this is true then his worst fears had come true. C was on a killing spree already. He had hoped to find her before her blood-lust took over, but now he wasn't so sure.
"I've – heard that she was recently spotted here not an hour ago," The girl said and the Count almost lost himself in rage. Just one hour difference in time and he could have found her! He couldn't catch her scent because this city reeked of over population! Damn it all! "But! I got an even better advantage than just rumors of where she's been!" She said which had succeeded to catch both men's interests.
First; the woman made sure that they were the only three in her shop, and then she locked the door. "Follow me!" She quickly gestured to the Count and Ranfield to the back room. Though she had to switch on a light, for her to see, Dracula already spotted the semi large flat screen on the wall right next to the woman's desk and some unfinished portraits. "I went to this bar down on Fifth Avenue and I could not believe who I saw singing in the joint! But I had to be sneaky too, for they didn't allow pictures while she performs – which was weird – but – now I know why!" With her remote she turned on the screen. Pulling out her smartphone, the woman scanned through her apps and brought out a certain video she had recorded. Once she had the right settings, she transferred the video onto the surface of the TV.
Though Dracula had heard of such devices from C, he always thought it to be ridiculous to have. Now he can see why such inventions were made! From the screen's image he could clearly see the details of this bar as well as its settings. When the picture moved and zoomed at the stage, he froze when and lost himself at the sight of seeing his Dampire (transparent in view) singing to the crowed of humans.
Carolyn. He thought as he allowed astonishment to show on his pale face. Ranfield silently stood next to him but also looked surprised nonetheless.
"I must confess! That my loneliness! Is killing me noo ow ooo ow!" When she sang in that deep and inspiring voice of hers, the Count felt himself tingle inside with wonder. "Don't you know I still believe – that you will be here!" When her hand, with black fingernails, pointed at him, he could have lost his breath, if there was any to lose! Then she drew her hands to her chest and clenched it like she couldn't breathe. "And give me a si-eeeieeeign! Hit me baby one more time!" Once the music stopped she held her head down and flared out her hands open in a finishing pose. Though, within the TV, the crowd cheered like made, Dracula had unknowingly gotten closer to the screen and almost touched C's barely visible face, but froze when the voice of the store owner brought him out of the trance.
"Are you alright, Sir?" The woman asked worriedly as the stranger seemed to hold a look of longing. "I know she can be quite the magnet, so to speak," She said nervously as the man's blue eyes stayed on the ghostly image of Dampire C. "But – you look like you know her!"
The woman isn't as frail in the mind as I thought. Dracula thought in amusement at the girl's perception of his actions. "Yes. As a matter of fact," Dracula breathed out, and then turned to the defenseless human woman with a calm smile, his eyes brightening up as he stared her down; forcing his will on her. "I do."
The artist froze in her shoes as a soft gasp escaped her light red lips, while the man continued to leer down at her. There was nothing she could do as she felt her mind surrender to this – this incredible force that seemed to be holding her like a rubber band to a rolled up canvas. Suddenly, her fears were wiped clean, along with any other thought proses that would have helped her recognize the situation she was in.
Smirking, as he had succeeded in taking over the woman's will, he slowly approached her until they were a foot apart while Ranfield patently watched in the background. "Now," The Count spoke coolly to her, "You will tell me exactly where this bar is located."
"It – is on Fifth Avenue. Between East Twenty Ninth Street and – Twenty Eighth Street," She complied in a single tone; almost like a robot.
"What is the name?" He asked calmly.
"Boss's Bar. Open nights only," She replied as her face remained impassive, like a movie picture in pause.
"Good. Thank you for complying, dear girl," Dracula smiled sweetly and waved his hand over her head. "Now you shall forget us. Forget that we ever came to your shop. Ah, yes. You will also get rid of all your findings and drawings on Dampire C." Once those cold fingers moved just in front of her eyes, they dilated under the influence he had her in, "Forget us. Forget Dampire C. Live the life you have chosen peacefully – without us."
With that he left the shop with Ranfield on his heels. "A wise decision, Master," He commented as they walked several blocks. "Making the young lady forget us and C is perhaps for the best."
"I want nobody else to interfere with my search for C," The Count said calmly then stopped to turn to the man. "I will go and see this bar for myself. I want you to go and find any more places C may have been seen at. Return to the hotel room at dawn."
"Yes, Master," Ranfield bowed and immediately trailed off in the opposite direction as Dracula turned back to his current path.
The night was making him restless. Although he had pulled out a bottle of donated blood from his pocket to keep his beast from attacking anyone and cause unwanted attention, he was still unsure of the restless feelings inside of him. He had found the bar that the art woman had told him about, but C was not there. Frustrated and was still unable to catch her scent or pinpoint where their bond was pulling him, he walked for several hours to regain his cool demeanor.
When two am rang across some flashing screen from a building, he sighed in hopeless realization. He may not find any clues to C's whereabouts tonight or any other night. But he did not simply wish to give up either! C was important to him! Now more than ever! Her vampiric half was going to break any day now and he had to find her before that happens! Though the last Dampire wasn't as strong minded as C, he was still unsure how far her restraints will hold the blood craving animal within her. Though he huffed at that last part to himself; for he is sure one to talk about such things!
Just when he felt the need to return to the hotel early, his strong sense of smell caught something! It was small, yet easily recognizable! C's scent! At last! He immediately zoned in on the source and frowned at what he saw. Just another local woman. With short brown hair and brown eyes she wore a black coat and dark blue jeans. Her thin yet nicely curved form leaned against a building as her eyes seemed to be lost in though. Her violet sweater kept her breasts warm as her hand was busy with a phone. When he spotted an NYPD badge in her pocket, he realized she was an authority figure of this city. When Dracula sniffed again, he knew there was no mistaking it. This woman was covered in C's scent! Now why would that be? There was only one way to find out. Stepping out of the shadows, he calmly approached the woman.
"Excuse me, madam," His rich accent made her jump up a bit and turn in his direction. With a friendly smile he came closer. There was no one else on the street, which he was grateful for. "Do forgive me for disturbing your thoughts, but I was hoping you would aide me in finding someone." When her brown orbs scrunched in confusion he gestured, with his hand, to the badge he spotted in her coat pocket and she assumed he just needed help.
"Oh? What kind of person are you looking for?" She asked as her spine straitened to that familiar stature of authority and he hid a smile.
The women in this country have learned to earn their respects well. Tis no wonder why C wouldn't follow suit. He thought, but then turned back to the officer. "The kind who demands respect just as much as you do, if not more," He said and the lady just stood there in confusion. "I shall elaborate," He continued and began to circle her slowly. "She is very strong willed. Cold in demeanor, yet there is fire in her eyes. She wears black in such a way that even the bravest man will cringe at. And – has a nature befitting that of a creature of the night."
He stopped in front of her and carefully watched as the woman's mind seemed to be focusing on the words he had said. Only a few minutes passed before her brown orbs suddenly widened at his descriptions to one particular person. He smiled as she took a step back from him. She knows.
"I – may have to put it on a report and spread the word to my department," She began as the tad bit of fear in her eyes spoke volumes to the vampire. "But I'll let you know as soon as we find someone of that description."
"Oh, I think you do know who I am speaking of," He smirked as the woman took another step back. She was afraid of him. Good. But – she will not escape him that easily! "A woman of dark mystery and yet holds a heart for her humanity. But it cannot last," The officer clenched her phone as her other hand slowly went to the handle of her gun and Dracula had to force himself not to roll his eyes. It was typical for pray to try and fight back, but he detested guns! Even more so now that they have been enhanced over the years after his defeat from Van Helsing.
"Do not think that thing will work against someone such as I." He almost growled at her as the air around them grew colder with his ever impatient aura. "I have lived far too long for such tolerance."
This guy isn't human! Her mind spoke aloud and he almost laughed at her deductive reasoning. She had definitely spent a lot of time with his Dampire if she could figure that out!
"Who are you?" She finally asked, her voice was careful as her confidence seemed to be wavering.
"Did she not speak of me?" He retorted her question as he held his chin high. "Yet I quite understand if she did not. For I prefer it if our history together does not spread around."
When he saw the woman starting to dial a number on her phone, he quickly appeared before her and knocked it away. She gasped and quickly went for her gun, but he grabbed her and pulled her into the dark alley in case any unwanted eyes should appear. She struggled, but he held firm as he pulled both her arms above her head, holding her wrists with one hand, while he pinned her to the brick wall of the building.
"You – are covered in her scent!" He hissed at her as his eyes brightened, making the woman cease with her struggling. "I know you've seen her! You have even spoken to her! Now I shall only ask you this once!" His jaw was set as he held her gaze while the woman began to tremble under his iron grip. "Where is my Dampire C?"
BOOM! BOOM! Uh-Oh! It looks like Olivia has her hands full with the Count now in New York! And what will C do once she finds out he's here and has her favorite Detective in his grasp? You'll find out on the next chapter! Can't wait to see what you guy's think of this in REVIEWS! You're all awesome to be staying with me for this long! :')
Finally back again! Hope you guys are all bundled warm for the winter, for its cold where I'm at! But – if you live in a warm climate than I envy you. Well, I better get typing on the next chapter! I know your all eager to find out what happens next as much as I'm willing to dish it out! : D
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