|Vampire de Domini
Author: Masochism PM
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. New Chapter!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 13 - Words: 15,203 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 04-13-06 - Published: 12-21-05 - id: 2714148
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Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing, nor do I own anything Dracula related. I don't know why we must put these things up here. I guess there are people who actually think the actually writers put their work up here. I do own Alexis, and I will own all of the other characters that will soon come into the story.
Dracula: So, when will I come into the story?
Me: I don't know. I'm still thinking on which Dracula I should use. Should I use the one from Nosferatu, the one from Bram Stoker's, or the one from Van Helsing?
Dracula: Don't pick Nosferatu…you don't really see fan girls' mouths watering over that face. And the one from Bram Stoker's is fine, but I like the one from Van Helsing.
Me: Me too….I LOVE VLAD!
Dracula: You and ten million fan girls.
Dracula: So, just because you love me, that makes you special?
Dracula: How come?
Me: Because, I decide whether or not to write a lemon about you!
Dracula: A lemon…fruit…why would you write a fruit?
A fat, nerdy fan girl enters wearing a black leotard.
Fan Girl: A lemon is…
Me: (Hitting fan girl)
It's just a fruit…
Just a fruit
Dracula: What's going on? Is there something I should know?
Long ago, humanity had one name to fear; one name to honor; to respect; to hate; to loathe, and to love. Any thought; any notion that caused someone to acknowledge this venerating, yet, fearful name sent shivers through the spine, and screams in each home. Superior to all others, this name was. And by nature, the creature that went by that name lived up to that superiority. Bloodshed; flesh distorted, this name went by one of the most cunning reputations. By using charm, seduction, strength, stamina, and wit, this name used every bit of its ability to seize its prey and destroy. By far, this name was one of terror and dishonesty. But was there more? Was there more to a name that killed many? This name, through the cold exterior that it displayed, held baggage and hurt inside. The longing that this name felt for emotion was too unbearable. This name felt things that no human could possibly feel. His emotions were ten times greater than any other. To sum this name up – it would be like summing up love. It would take forever. And what is this name, you ask. None other could harbor this name, than the vampire prince Dracula.
Alexis Dracaena woke up that night, her eyes bulging with fear. Sweat consumed her face, and her auburn hair was in complete disarray. All over, her body shook, and she looked to be on the verge of tears as she sat up.
Alexis: (Covering her body with her bed sheets)
That dream. Why am I shivering?
The maid enters
Maid: (Walking over towards the bed)
Senorita Dracaena, Tù bueno?
Alexis: (Looking towards the window, noticing now that it's open. She looks towards the maid and speaks)
Señora, estoy bueno; Solo un sueno malo. No allí problema.
Maid: Muy bueno. Señora, cuando tu necesitarme ayuda, grita.
Alexis: Si. Muy bueno. Bueno noche Amarilla.
Maid: Si, bueno noche.
The maid leaves
Alexis looks towards the window once more and sighs, noticing now that anything could've happened with it being open like that. She got up and walked to the window.
Alexis: (Her hands on the ledge of the windowsill. She looks outside)
This night is so beautiful – so altruistic. I see the moon, so subtle.
The wind whispers to me; my hair vanishes with the night.
Such a beautiful moment.
The wind blows on her face, her eyes closing softly as she begins to hum a familiar Romanian lullaby.
Alexis: (Singing to the wind)
C'est presqu'au bout du monde, Near the end of the world
Ma barque vagabonde, my vagabond boat
Errant augré du l'onde, wandering at the whim of the waves
M'y conduisit un jour Directs me there one day
L'ile est toute petite,This island is very small
Mais la fee qui l'habite But the fairy who lives there Gentiment nous invite gently invited us
A en faire le tourTo take a tour
C'est le pays de nos désirs –It is the land of our desires
(A loud noise from outside; Alexis looks down towards the ground and sees a pack of wolves running around the estate)
Oh dear, our rose bushes!
(One wolf stops in its tracks. The others continue, but this wolf turns its direction towards Alexis. Its yellow eyes glow through the darkness of the night)
A flash of red, there was. There was lightning and thunder and fire all mixed in one. A clap of thunder; and a face – a terrifying, yet charming face, stared at her. Then another clap of thunder, and the face was gone.
The warm hands of the maid shook at Alexis's shoulder. Harder and harder each time she received no answer.
Maid: (Slaps Alexis)
Alexis: (Eyes jolt open as she finds herself on the floor of her room)
Maid: (Gasping, then fanning herself)
Señora, que hace?
Alexis: (Looking up at the maid)
The maid helps Alexis up and leads her back to her bed. Then she walks over to the window and shuts it tight. She looks back to Alexis.
Señora, va a sueno.
Si, bueno noche.
Alexis watches the maid leave the room; as the door shuts, she turns towards the window and sighs.
That wolf…it was staring right at me.
It's only my imagination. It was just a nasty animal.
I'll just sing another song…that'll put me to sleep…
(She sings; in English this time)
We glorify thee, Romania, soil of our parents,
Fine orchards are bearing fruit under the peaceful sky,
The accursed yoke of the past is smashed,
Not in vain have fought our ancestral heroes,
Nowadays we are carrying out their wonderful dream.
Mistress of thy fate.
Long live the Romanian
May our nation be always fraternal
With the Soviet people, our liberators,
Leninism is our guiding light, our strength and our enthusiasm,
we follow with faith the unvanquished party
we are creating socialism on our Country's soil.
We are building new factories, we are increasing the yield of the harvest,
We want to live in peace with any nation,
But should the foes cross our threshold,
We shall break them in the name of all that is dear to us
And shall raise towards glory the flag of our Fatherland.
Well, that's one chapter in this romantic story. I hope that you liked it, and I bet you already guessed it – with all the foreshadowing and stuff. Dracula will be in the next chapter, I promise. I just had to have this in there. Also, the songs that I have on here, I didn't write them. Special thanks go to the internet for all my great Romanian song ideas. I wanted to put the Romanian version of the second song up, but it was in picture format, so I couldn't. You can easily find these lyrics if you go to google and type in Romanian lyrics.
I promise, I'll be very long in the next chapter.
Laura Elizabeth Bryant