*Author's Note - This chapter, while being a fictional tale involving vampires, does contain depictions of violence, death, prostitution, incest, and child sexual exploitation. This story is meant to be a stand alone tale, and I will not think less of any reader who wishes to skip this story and come back next time for a lighter tale I have planned.
THE DAUGHTER OF DRACULA
Mimi Mendoza's Diary
(Kept in shorthand.)
It took so long to find the tools to create this account I write. Weeks have passed as I have searched for paper to write on, ink to make my words, and an adequate enough feather from a bird that I could turn into a tool to write with. My name is Mimi Mendoza... and I am one of the brides of Dracula. Despite being wedded to this seemingly mythical man... I still cannot say with certainty from which he comes from. I believe he had once been a soldier, statesman, and alchemist. All I know for sure is that he had a mighty brain, a learning beyond compare... and a heart that knew no fear and no remorse...
I however was merely a 'would-be business woman', who had traveled far with my former employer delivering rare goods from the Philippines and other parts of Asia to the curious elites of Europe. But one night I had finally run out of food and money... and was found by Count Dracula. When I first met him, he seemed so kind, strong, and mesmerizing. I was completely awed by his very presence. He looked at me like no man ever had... like I was the complete center of his focus... like I was the most important thing in the world.
He took me to his castle and brought me to his bedroom. He told me that we didn't have to do anything I wasn't comfortable with. However... I was drawn to him... with animal like magnetism. I decided to be a little playful and said I would take a bath in his nearby bath room. I walked into the the other room, took off my clothes, and then stepped back into the room with just a loose gown on. I then had the night gown fall off, and playfully pretended it was an accident. But then I saw the lust and the animal instincts enter Dracula's eyes. He tore off his clothes and brought me into his bed.
What happened next was all a blur. The details escape me, but... I remember feeling something very good. There was no teasing, no foreplay, no build up. Within seconds his body and my body were connected. The sensations I felt as our bodies became one were beyond enjoyable. Then in what felt like a very short time, I felt this powerful man on top of me experience his "release". His warmth entered me, and the stimulation caused me to almost immediately "release" as well. Then... it was all over. For a moment, I felt electrified, happy, complete, and perfect. I felt as if my soul has been uplifted to heaven. However... my life would soon become a living hell.
I fell asleep that night with my lovers' arms holding me close. However... I woke up the next morning, not in the comfort of my lover's bed... but trapped in a dungeon. The only door to the room was locked, and no windows were present. Terrified, I begged and pleaded to be freed... but when Dracula came to visit me, he said that it was not my time to leave. I hit the door for all of my waking hours that first day; constantly crying as I yelled, "Let me go! I didn't want this to happen! I didn't want this happen!" However, all Dracula would keep telling me was that it was not my time to leave. That's all he said to me for nine months... the nine months I was pregnant.
During that time, I was well fed, and was presented endless books from the library that belonged to the father of my child. I didn't know why I was being kept a prisoner by this strange man... and I cried every day worried what kind of life my unborn child would have. Many times I tried to get free. However, digging and clawing at the walls only caused my hands to bleed. Escaping through the door to my room the one time I managed it: only led to a hallway with another locked door at the end. Also, my captor could sense any false sickness I tried to put on. As for wanting to refuse food and just die... I couldn't... not when when I was with child.
On the day my child was born: there was much pain... but also much joy when I first held my beautiful baby girl in my arms. I named her Emmy. For a few short minutes... I felt at peace. Then suddenly, Dracula and three women entered my prison. Dracula proclaimed that it was time for me to be his next bride, and that the other women... my soon to be 'sister wives'... would help look after my child. I was weak from child birth, confused, disoriented. But despite how much I hated him... I felt myself again drawn to Dracula's hypnotic charm. All I remember is suddenly seeing myself walking down an aisle in a wedding dress, and standing before this mystifying man.
Then when we reached the part of the ceremony where we were supposed to kiss... the creature that is Count Dracula bit me. Pain, like a toxic venom ran through my body... my whole body in total agonizing pain... and then, after a long painful transformation process... there was power, strength, and a sense of confidence I never believed could be felt by a woman. I suddenly felt invincible. I felt like a queen. I was now one of the invincible brides of Dracula!
Present Day:
Emmy sat in a chair looking sad and guilty, while Enid and Wednesday Addams sat in front of Emmy. As Emmy looked down (trying to avoid eye contact with Enid and Wednesday) she said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you both the truth. But... I was born in the late 1800's. Due to my unique DNA, I age slowly. I will die one day... but I'm told that girls in my family are notorious for barely aging for the first 150 years after they hit puberty. After that: we age at a normal rate for the rest of our lives, which I just started experiencing. This fact isn't true for all partial vampires. But it is some weird genetic quirk that apparently any child of Dracula has. I... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you." Enid had a sweet voice as she said, "Emmy, we're not mad. I'm so sorry you've felt like you had to hide this part of yourself for so long. But we're so glad you feel ready to trust us with this information now."
Emmy looked confused as she said, "Seriously? You both are cool with your temporary foster child lying about her age and being the daughter of one of the most feared vampires in all of history!?" Wednesday crossed her arms as she said, "Well, it's obvious that due to your fixed teenage state over the last century, your body has clearly been flooded with a higher degree of teenage hormones and emotions that make you still too emotionally unsuitable to mentally be considered an adult. As for your lineage... one should never assume a child will carry on the actions of their parents. As you may be aware by now; Enid and myself chose not to live on the specific path our own parents desired." Enid then made a warm smile as she said, "Yeah. We're not going to judge you based on what just your father did." Emmy then looked down as she nervously said, "Well... maybe you'd feel differently if you also knew who my mother was..."
Mimi Mendoza's Diary - continued
For the next several years, my life finally felt like it had all come together. Me and my sister wives would do the bidding of our husband. While driven with the compelling feeling to be subservient to our husband at times, we would still be free to live our own lives and dominate over any we saw fit. We would attack any seemingly helpless human victims we could, and convert many to the cult of Dracula; turning ordinary people into powerful vampires. Over time, our army of vampires grew and spread. We felt grand knowing that we were helping grow the vampire population. Meanwhile, I would still always take the time to raise my daughter Emmy. At my husband's insistence, Emmy had to remain in the castle at all times. But there, Emmy was taught to read, write, and enjoy all of the great literature the world had to offer. Over time, Emmy began to grow into a fine woman. However... becoming a fine woman is exactly what my husband had in mind.
One night, as my husband sat with myself and my sister wives around the dinner table, he announced: "It is time to finally bring a new wife into our family who shall bear me even more new children." Hearing that announcement intrigued me. A new sister that could help strengthen our family... the idea excited me so. I asked my husband, "Who do you plan for our new sister to be?" My husband looked right at me, and gave a smile as he said, "Why your daughter of course." And upon those words spoken... my heart sank. My husband... was to marry my daughter... HIS daughter... and make HER bear another child!? Before I could say anything, my sister wives acted joyous upon the news. The youngest of my sisters was the first speak as she said, "Oh yes. I remember the night you took me to your bed and I was transformed; starting the experience as your daughter, and ending the experience as your lover." The oldest of my sisters smiled as she then said, "Oh yes. It was so wonderful when my daughter and daughter's daughter married you and transformed into my fellow sisters."
The words I just heard made me sick to my stomach. I walked away and toured the rooms of the castle, and began to look at the paintings on the wall... paintings that showcased so many families. For so long, I thought these were paintings depicting my husband's ancestors. But then I realized... every man in every painting looked the same... The men I saw in these paintings were not my husband's ancestors... rather, they were all my immortal husband. Then I realized something. In one painting, my husband held a blonde child... and then in the next painting he had a new blonde wife. Similarly I saw one painting where he held a red-haired child... and then in the next painting he had a red-haired wife. As I looked upon all the paintings, I realized that I was seeing a large family tree full of incest.
My thoughts were interrupted when my husband walked in on me starring at the paintings as he said, "You should feel proud of yourself Mimi. Your three sister wives descend from my first lover... who was killed by hunters a century ago. However... you have the privilege of beginning a whole new lineage. And unlike your sister wives and your daughter who shall eventually die of old age because they are only partial-vampires... you shall potentially live forever to see your lineage grow. And it shall indeed grow, as partial-vampire women can only be pregnant with female children." I stood in shock, but maintained a calm composure as I said, "I am honored my lord."
After I returned to my chambers, I sat in shock. My husband... the reason why he made love to me before he turned me into a vampire... was just so that I could bear him a child that would become another wife for him... who he would then use to give himself another wife, who would then bear him another wife, who would them bear him another wife... giving him infinite young girls bred by him to make love to... infinite young girls to manipulate... infinite young girls to command for his wide range of twisted purposes... But not my daughter. Not Emmy!
Present Day:
Emmy sat in front of Wednesday and Enid as she said, "My mother took me from the castle one night in April of 1887, escaping to London. My mother was terrified because she was certain that my father would look for a way to find us in London. However... we wound up escaping at just the right time. Just a month later, events began that led to the famous demise of Count Dracula and his other wives." Wednesday crossed her arms as she said, "May the 3rd, 1887... that was the night English solicitor: Jonathan Harker met Count Dracula. From there, a series of events occurred that led to the deaths of all of the alleged members of Dracula's family thanks to the combined efforts of Jonathan Harker, Mina Murray, Quincey Morris, Arthur Holmwood, John Seward and Doctor Abraham Van Helsing. Their multiple accounts of the event were compiled together and later published as one novel under the combined pen name of Bram Stoker. My father read that novel to me every night I was a child when I had difficultly sleeping."
Emmy nodded her head as she said, "Yeah. Knowing my father was finally gone... it eased my mother in some ways... but in other ways it frightened her. With the stories of my father now published and spread like wildfire, it caused his name to become even more notorious. If people were to learn one final unaccounted Bride of Dracula hadn't been killed... and more importantly: one final Daughter of Dracula was still alive... fear would drove those people to hunt us without end. So in an attempt to keep any would-be hunters off our tails, my mother and I fled to America in the early 1900's. My body had only just reached puberty around this time, so this was when I had just begun my 150 year period of being a teenager. However... what my mother and I did upon arriving to America... I... I cannot speak of. I... I'm sorry." Then Emmy got up and walked out of the room.
Mimi Mendoza's Diary - continued
I took Emmy as far as I could from our former home. We lived in London for a short time. However as people grew fearful of vampires due to legends of of my late husband growing, I knew we had to escape further. So me and Emmy took passage on a ship, and sailed to America. For the first few weeks we lived in America, survival was a constant battle. However, due my vampiric nature... I was still in the eyes of many: stunningly beautiful. This led me to be noticed by a photographer named Ernest Bellocq, who pointed me towards a brothel in New Orleans. The environment may not have been an ideal home to raise Emmy in... but at least it was a home.
And so I began my career as a prostitute. Due to my vampiric nature, I could not get pregnant and contract any disease from an ordinary human man. Only a man with vampire blood could do that. However this did not ease the humiliation of being treated like nothing more than a sexual toy for men to play with. One man in particular one on dark night treated me like less than a toy though. He treated me like trash; getting incredibly rough with me as he attempted to beat me while in the midst of 'making love'. I was incredibly angry with him... so angry... that right after he became relaxed from his orgasm... my old instincts kicked in and I bit the man. He cried in agony as the venom from my fangs boiled his blood... and I was completely delighted by it, as my would be abuser now became my slave.
As is the vampire way, anyone who becomes a vampire by transformation: can be easily persuaded by the person who bit them... and the smaller minded the individual... the more easier it is to make them become my slave. I saw how my fellow women in the brothel were being treated like trash as well. So I revealed who I was to them, and offered them the ability to become vampires as well. They all accepted... and soon our brothel transformed into our secret palace. A special place for vampire women who were not brides to any man, nor did they serve any. We were in full control of our destinies.
In time, I soon began to grow my own small empire. Myself and my new vampire sisters continued the illusion that our palace was nothing more than a brothel. We would lure men into our building, under the illusion we only sought to pleasure them. Then once the men were exhausted and seemingly at peace from their night of pleasure... we would convert them into our vampire minions. Since men of only wealth could afford the services of a brothel, we eventually became quite wealthy. However, it was difficult to get the most powerful and most wealthy to visit our establishment. My sisters and I were indeed beautiful... but we apparently weren't young enough for the tastes of 'certain' men. I complained with my sisters one evening, wishing out loud that we could somehow be younger to lure men that yearned for more 'taboo' forms of pleasure. Then... I was suddenly surprised when my daughter Emmy entered the room and said, "Perhaps I could help mother..."
Present Day:
Emmy was walking down the street while holding a piece of paper as she said, "Okay. Lets hope everything that's on Mrs Addams' list here is at the grocery store." Then Emmy suddenly heard the sounds of foot steps behind her. Emmy turned her head... but saw nothing. Then Emmy looked forward, and began to hear the sounds of foot steps again. Emmy turned her head once more... but saw nothing. Then Emmy began to look worried as she ran into a nearby alley, looking for something to hide behind. Suddenly though a teenage boy jumped down a ladder with a wooden steak in his hand. Emmy jumped out of the way, looking worried as she said, "Who are you? What are you doing?" The teenage boy looked angry as he said, "Don't worry. I had every intention of answering both questions, even if you didn't ask. My name is Aaron Van Helsing... and I am here to kill the last of the cult of Mendoza... and the last daughter of Dracula!" The teenage boy: Aaron ran at Emmy with his wooden steak. Emmy jumped out of the way, and grabbed a trash can lid as she did. Emmy held out the trash can lid as she said, "I'm not your enemy! I've done nothing wrong!" Then an angry Aaron said, "I don't care how much time has passed. There's no statute of limitations when it comes to murder!"
Emmy Mendoza's Diary
My name is Emmy Mendoza. I am a half vampire... and it is one of the most amazing things ever! When I was a child, my mother took me out of the confines of a male vampire run world into the wondrous world where women rule. No longer did we wear raggy old clothes and answer to my dominating father. Now I lived in a wonderful home full of other women that wore the most extravagant and beautiful clothes one could ever see. More importantly: in our world we created for ourselves, women controlled men; not the other way around. Mother never wished for me to see what our fellow women did to the men we acquired behind closed doors... but I knew... for I heard the women talk when they thought I wasn't listening, and heard the sounds they made through the walls... and it sounded wonderful. The pleasure... the power... I wanted to feel that. I wanted to control men the way my honorary older sisters did... and I knew exactly how.
For my own good, my mother enrolled me in an elite private school. She told me it was best to learn as much as I could about the world, and to practice blending into it. At this school, I encountered many boys that fancied me... but I had no interest in boys... only in men... which was such the case with Mister Ken. Mister Ken was the headmaster of the school. Despite being the headmaster though, he always took a great deal of time to help any students in need with their studies, or console them with any personal or emotional issues they were dealing with. I found myself staying after school often to get tutoring from him... and I felt drawn to his strength and humanity. He was kind, gentle, attentive, caring, and protective. He was like the father figure I wished I had... but he also felt like the kind of man I was greatly attracted to.
Mister Ken was never one to enforce the dress code. So I began pushing how much skin I could reveal to him. I would bend down often to seemingly pick up a dropped pencil, and show some cleavage to him. I smiled whenever I knew he was looking. I would spread my legs often while sitting whenever Mister Ken was on the other side of the room... and was always glad whenever Mister Ken would glance between my legs. He wanted me deep down, I could tell. I wanted Mister Ken to be mine, and also: I wanted to show to my older sisters that I could make an older man be mine. So I started my plan.
I heard my mother one night complaining about how she and my older sisters weren't young enough for the tastes of 'certain' men. I heard her say out loud that she wished there was a way one of them could be younger to lure men that yearned for more 'taboo' forms of pleasure. Then... I entered the room and said, "Perhaps I could help mother..." I then explained to mother my plan. We could auction off my virginity. We would advertise it discretely, but it would indeed bring many men to our home. Only one man could have me, but all the hormone charged men who couldn't have me would indeed be willing to compromise for my older sisters. My mother hesitantly agreed. The promotion would indeed bring great business our way, resulting in greater riches and more male servants to our cause. However, I knew the other rich men in town did not have the wealth that Mister Ken had. Mister Ken owned the school, and over a third of the businesses in the state. So I knew that very soon... Mister Ken would be mine.
Present Day:
Emmy ran further into the alley as Aaron chased after her. As Emmy ran, she yelled, "I've done nothing wrong in over a century! I've been quiet and careful!" As Aaron chased after Emmy, he yelled, "One crime is still a crime Mendoza! Ever since my ancestor: Abraham Van Helsing killed Count Dracula's other daughters and wives, my family has dedicated our lives to seeking out any remaining members of his family." Aaron then tried to run a wooden steak through Emmy's chest. Emmy stopped the steak with a trash can lid, and then used another trash can lid to hit Aaron in the face. Emmy ran away again, as an angry Aaron gave chase again while yelling, "You can't escape from me Emmy Mendoza! My family... we know that you're responsible for the murder of Kenneth Kramer 150 years ago!"
Emmy Mendoza's Diary - continued
In the days leading up to the special event, my older sisters educated me in all the ways to pleasure a man; how to slowly arouse him, how to engage in foreplay, and then all the different positions I could use to engage him in. My older sisters also instructed me for the exact moment to call them in to turn him into a vampire and serve us. Due to my age, my vampire teeth hadn't fully grown in yet. It would apparently take another five years to come in according to old books I had read in my late father's library on vampire biology. On the day my virginity was to be auctioned, I spent the entire day becoming more beautiful through taking an oil bath, having much makeup applied to my face, having my hair being done, and working with my older sisters to pick the perfect outfit that I would be auctioned off in.
When the night occurred, I was carried in on a table held up by six servants. I wore a white dress that could just barely be seen through, with so many beautiful jewels covering me, and a pretty tiara on top of my head. As I entered the room, before me were over thirty men. Most were old; with some bald, and many others having lots of facial hair. However in the back... I saw Mister Ken. Days ago, I had made sure to slip an advertisement to this night in his desk, and knew he couldn't resist. He looked right at me... and I looked at him and smiled. I then stood before the men in my revealing clothing. My age was given to the men, and both my oldest sister and I swore before that I had slept with no man before. The bidding began. The first bid was for one hundred dollars by the oldest man present. He seemed quaint... but was obviously too far removed from the current era to understand how valuable the presented merchandise was.
A younger man immediately bid two hundred dollars. Soon other men began slowly making bids towards three hundred. However, Mister Ken quickly stepped in and immediately bid six hundred dollars in cash. I smiled as the deal was sealed. Mister Ken then carried me to my bedroom and shut the door behind us. Once we were alone, he seemed uncertain of what to do. So I simply offered for him to get comfortable while I took a quick bath. I walked into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and then stepped back into the room with just a towel on. I then had my towel fall off, and playfully pretended it was an accident. But then I saw the lust and the animal instincts enter Mister Ken's eyes. He tore off his clothes and brought me into his bed.
What happened next was all a blur. The details escape me, but... I remember feeling something very good. There was no teasing, no foreplay, no build up. Within seconds his body and my body were connected. Then in what felt like a very short time, I felt Mister Ken experience his "release". His warmth entered me, and the stimulation caused me to soon after "release" as well. Then... it was all over. For a moment, I felt electrified, happy, complete, and perfect. But then Mister Ken sat up looking terrified and nervous. I sat up and asked Mister Ken what was wrong. Mister Ken's body shook and he put his underwear back on while saying, "I'm sorry Emmy. I... I shouldn't have done this to you." I tried to reassure Mister Ken by saying, "It's okay Mister Ken. I liked it." However Mister Ken's body shook as he put his clothes back on while saying, "Well it was still wrong. I'm older than you. We're student and a teacher. Emmy... I'm so, so sorry."
I felt so confused in that moment. I thought Mister Ken would feel as happy and complete as I was when our bodies connected. But... the look in his eyes... it was as if making love to me alone just ruined his life. Suddenly all of my feelings of lust and pleasure were replaced with feelings of... guilt. It was as if my actions had forced a man to do something against his better judgment. Mister Ken had always seemed so mature and certain of himself. But now... it was like my desires had broken him on the inside, and destroyed his sense of worth. My feelings within just a moment had immediately become so conflicted.
Suddenly, my mother entered the room alongside my older sisters as one of them said, "Time to make this man join our cause." Mister Ken looked confused and scared as my older sisters revealed their vampiric fangs and prepared to bite him. However I attempted to intervene as I said, "No. He didn't mean to be here. I don't want our way of life to be his." However one of my older sisters smiled as she said, "You brought him here Emmy. Now it's time he joins us." My older sisters then cornered Mister Ken away from me and began to bite him. I heard his painful screams as I cried and ran into the arms of my mother. I hugged my mother as I cried while saying, "Let him go! I didn't want this to happen! I didn't want this happen!" My mother stood in shock, as it seemed like a million thoughts were suddenly running through her head. She didn't look right at me, but I saw her stare out in space as she said, "My God... I've become just like the man who first manipulated me... and now I've just continued the cycle... with my own daughter."
Then suddenly a large flaming torch was thrown in through the nearby window. We all looked outside and saw a mob screaming: "Kill the vampires! Kill the vampires!" Apparently, my mother's vampire army had grown too large. Enough people had learned of our existence and tonight of all nights: they had decided to end us. Very soon, angry people broke into the building as they threw holy water, wooden steaks, and swords at every vampire they saw. I panicked as I ran from the attacking mob. My mother however hid me in a small secret fire proof panic room, and told me to not come out. She gave me her diary, an envelope full of money, and told me to be better than she was. I hid in the small panic room for the entire night, having to hear the screams of all my older sisters being killed... followed by my mother.
As the chaos ensued, I peaked out only once... and saw Mister Ken dying in the fire that was lit to the house. Vampire bites take hours to transform someone... but if an individual is killed by regular human means before the transformation is complete... they will die as a regular human. The final screams I heard that night... were from Mister Ken as his life ended. Once it was safe to escape, I ran away as far as I could while crying. My actions had led to a man I admired ruining his life right in more ways than one. I was a monster. I deserved to die just like my mother and older sisters. However... all I could do was hide, living with the punishment of knowing I probably have another 200 years of life ahead of me... 200 years to experience painful regret...
Present Day:
Emmy ran down the long dark alley as more panic entered her face. Emmy then suddenly tripped and hit the ground. As Emmy turned her head, she saw Aaron stand over her. As Aaron held his wooden steak out, he bitterly said, "Kenneth Kramer was found in a fire 150 years ago. Despite seemingly dying to just the fire, bite marks were found in his neck, and an unknown poison was found in his blood according to the coroner. In addition, old advertisements that featuring luring messages for men to seek you were also found near the site in which he perished. You were the reason he died! You are a poison upon the Earth! All members of the Dracula family must die! They must die now!" Emmy began to cry as she closed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Aaron then lunged the wooden steak forward... but then his arm was suddenly grabbed... by Wednesday Addams. Wednesday kept a straight determined face as she said, "Stop waging a war that isn't yours." Then Wednesday grabbed the wooden steak from Aaron's hand, and quickly judo flipped him to the ground. Wednesday then helped Emmy up as she said, "Enid persuaded me to check on your well being. I thought it to be unnecessary... but now, I see I was wrong... which you must never tell her for the rest of your days now." Aaron then got up on his own as he said, "Beware. She's a vampire!" Then Wednesday glared at Aaron as she folded her arms while saying, "And she is my foster child."
A weakened Aaron then ran towards Emmy with his bare hands out, with anger in his eyes. Wednesday then stopped Aaron by grabbing onto his wrists, while calmly saying, "Cease your actions now. At my wife's insistence, I no longer inflict unnecessary pain upon minors... but I am considering making an exception to that if you continue." As Arron struggled to get free from Wednesday's grip, he looked frustrated as he said, "You don't get it. She's the last child of Dracula still alive. I'm the descendant of Abraham Van Helsing. It's my duty to end her. Besides... she's a murderer!"
With tears in her eyes, Emmy looked at Aaron as she yelled, "I didn't mean for it to happen! Mister Ken... Kenneth Kramer... I was attracted to him. I loved him... as much as any confused young teenager could love a man. When I lured him to where I lived... when I lured him to my bed... I didn't have any ill intents. I only envisioned happiness for us. I didn't mean to ruin his life. But once he was there... everything just... it happened so fast. The other vampire women I lived with suddenly attacked him... then they were all attacked by a mob... and... I felt awful. I felt scared... and I've been running from that fear my whole life!"
Wednesday then shoved Aaron into a wall, and then let go of him. As Aaron stood still with an unsettled look, Wednesday glanced back and forth at Emmy and Aaron as she said, "You both see yourselves as hunters. One: a current hunter. The other: a former hunter running from the past. However, neither of you are truly hunters. You are merely: the final victims of Dracula."
As Aaron caught his breath, he looked confused as he asked, "What do you mean?" Wednesday kept a straight face while saying, "Well for starters... Emmy's mother was a victim when she was manipulated, captured, and used by Dracula. She was corrupted, mentally broken, and even when she physically escaped from Dracula, his influence still drove her to take the kind of actions he instilled into her."
Then Wednesday looked directly at Aaron as she said, "Meanwhile Abraham Van Helsing, despite not being brutally injured by Dracula; was obviously disturbed by the experiences he encountered when he and his allies faced the feared vampire king long ago. Those disturbed feelings, which included fear, were obviously passed down to you... creating in you a trauma for an event that you yourself never experienced."
Then Wednesday looked at Emmy as she said, "And Emmy... the inappropriate upbringing Dracula brought upon you, and the inappropriate environment your mother later raised you in: created for your mind - a broken view of love and how to obtain it. Those actions you took long ago... actions you could barely comprehend at the time... drove you into fear. However, you must realize... you were a young broken individual that had not been taught proper values. Also, the man that this boy mentioned... Kenneth Kramer... he wasn't forced to come into your home that night. He made a choice. He made a decision. He is in part also responsible for his demise. Emmy, you have spent over a century running from your past, worried that you'll transform into a person that you had never chosen to be in the first place. However the fact that you have forged your own path since, proves who you really are now."
Then Wednesday looked at both Emmy and Aaron as she said, "The time has come to stop letting the actions of Dracula control your fate... and to stop letting the past control the future." Aaron then took a deep breath, and looked at Emmy with an angry look. Emmy meanwhile just looked at Aaron with confusion, fear, and tears in her eyes. Aaron then turned away from Emmy as he said, "My family tasked me with protecting people from turning into victims of the family of Dracula. However... I never considered a member of his own family could be a victim as well. There... may be more I need to learn about vampires... and how to distinguish the good from the evil."
Wednesday stepped towards Aaron as she said, "In a world full of grey, you will find that to be quite difficult. However... if you wish to go to a place that can help you better understand vampires and other outcasts... I know of an academy that can help teach you those things. It's also an academy that I can personally attest is quite forgiving to even those that recently committed attempted murder." Aaron looked directly at Wednesday for a moment... then at Emmy for another moment... and then walked out of the alley.
Wednesday then looked directly at Emmy as she said, "Are you ready to go home then?" Emmy kept silent as she just nodded her head. Wednesday kept a calm face as she said, "Very well then. We should perhaps complete your shopping errand while along the way." Wednesday and Emmy then began to leave the alley as they walked out together. Suddenly Emmy stopped walking, as a confused Wednesday said, "What is it?" More tears began to escape Emmy's eyes as she began to whimper. Wednesday then turned to look right at Emmy, while Emmy looked directly as Wednesday. Suddenly streams of tears appeared in Emmy's eyes as she immediately reached out and hugged Wednesday while beginning to sob loudly. Wednesday looked down at Emmy for a long moment... and then reached her arms out and hugged Emmy back.
THE END
NEXT TIME: A SICK WEDNESDAY