A/N: I promised to update then went on holiday!...I majorly suck at these things D

And I did receive one very interesting review stating stuff about how they didn’t like reading about teenagers having sex with Dracula...

One: When Alice does have sex with Dracula, she is eighteen, this means she can have sex with who they want

Two: If you don’t like Dracula as much as you say, then why read a Dracula fanfic?

Nothing hurtful was really said in such review, but it just really confused me. This person obviously hated the devil and Dracula, so it made me wonder why on earth they would read my story...Anyway, without further delay, let’s get on with things!

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Dracula, Van Helsing, or Richard Roxburgh

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Chapter Twenty Six- I Am What I Am

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The hot water lapped up around her tired body, causing the newly turned vampire to shudder softly. Her slender legs stretched out in front of her, one finger tracing the scar on her thigh.

“Why couldn’t I just tell you the truth?” The female mumbled to herself, eyes boring into the scar.

It had always been the same. Whenever she had been hurt- physically not emotionally- her body healed it in an in-humanly fast amount of time. It did seem odd though, that the wound on her thigh hadn’t healed. Still, she was certain there had been a logical reason for the whole thing, and her lie to Dracula had been a small one.

Nothing to worry about, nothing serious.

How wrong she was.

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Demyx slowly pushed open the large, heavy, double doors that led into Dracula’s chambers, gulping nervously. This conversation was going to go one of two ways, and Demyx was expecting the more explosive version.

“Dracula?” The short, stick thin, boy yelled out into the dark room.

“What do you want?” The Count eventually replied.

“I need to talk to you about the test.”

There was a slight thud as Dracula dropped down from the ceiling, staring at Demyx in shock, “How do you know?”

Demyx shrugged, “That’s not important,”

“I think you’ll find it is.” Dracula snapped.

“Will you just let me explain myself?” Demyx retorted sharply, rising to his full height. Which, wasn’t very much, but it made him feel stronger about himself.

Dracula frowned at the younger man for a moment before nodding and indicating for him to sit. Slowly, Demyx walked past the Count and seated himself on a small leather settee.

“The week is nearly over.” The blonde whispered as Dracula seated himself.

A nod was his reply.

“Do you think The Devil is going to let you win so easily?” Demyx tilted his head curiously, “He wants her for his own Count, you’re not the only one that desires that voice of hers.”

Dracula laughed, “For what possible purpose could my ‘father’ want Alice for? She is, of course, a beautiful and very talented young woman...But she has nothing that could benefit The Devil.”

Demyx shook his head quickly, “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong! How did you meet her Count? In a theatre, in Wales! What on Earth, would Count Vladislaus Dracula, be doing in a Welsh theatre? And how on earth could he be attracted, to a minor! Yes, a very mature looking minor, but a minor all the same!”

“What are you saying?” Was the whispered response.

“She’s not what you think she is Count. She isn’t that sweet little human girl she has the world thinking she is.”

“Well, you’re right there, I made her a vampire.” Dracula tried desperately to assure himself that the only reason his bride wasn’t human, was because he had made her that way.

“No Count, she wasn’t human when you met her. How do you think she met me? Do you think I just go around, idly making minors have sexual fantasies?” Demyx scowled at him.

“I don’t know, do you?” Dracula muttered, rising to his feet. He began to pace, shaking his head softly as he did so.

“No, I don’t.” Demyx sighed, “She isn’t human Count. I’m not sure what she is, but she isn’t human. She’s...Special.” He cringed, reminding himself to read a thesaurus the next time he got chance. “Your father wants her for his own Count. Why, I’m not sure. But he wants her.”

Dracula stared at the room around him, hands clenched slightly, “Well, he’s going to have to learn that he can’t always get what he wants.”

“You need to talk to him, Vladislaus,” Demyx whispered his name, wondering how Dracula would react.

The older man laughed, “You’re one of two people that call me that, boy. Now get out of my sight, I have work to do.”

Demyx frowned at the king of the vampires. He seemed oddly affection, which was extremely out of character for him.

“Well?” Dracula turned to glare at him, “Are you deaf?”

The blonde shrugged and stood, “Alright! I’m going!” He strode out of the room, shutting the door behind him quietly and leaving Dracula to his plans.

Little did either men know, that on the other side of the castle, Alice was about to find out exactly what she was, and why the Devil wanted her.

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A/N: Yeah, this chapter is stupidly short. But there is reason behind this! insert dramatic music here Because it meant I could leave you all in suspense xD

So please, try not to hate me too much for it!

And thanks to everyone that reviewed! I do love you guys a lot :Also, thanks to Remember, not just for her lovely review, but for her lovely (Never mind Demyx, I NEED to read a thesaurus!) stories that I have been up reading till...Half one in the morning! Ah well, it makes the insomniac happy :D Anyway, Remember, when I finish reading Ink On A Page, I intend to re-read and review the whole thing...simply because I think it’s the only Velkan, Dracula, OC love triangle I’ve ever read and enjoyed! Well, scrap that, the only Dracula, Velkan, OC love triangle I’ve ever simply read...The principle remains the same!

Love (as always)

EriksBestFriend

xoxox