Rotten Apple


It had been nearly two months since Rosalia made her escape from Count Dracula's castle. Since that day, her father, D, seemed more distant than normal and as time passed, his aloofness seemed to get worse. Riding behind her father, a sudden urge to vomit suddenly overcame her entire being, and she quickly dismounted to retch.

"Oh boy…now the symptoms start," remarked the parasite as the Vampire Hunter pulled his horse to a halt and waited for his daughter to finish vomiting.

Looking up from the regurgitated contents of her stomach, Rosalia turned to her father in horror as she soon realized her condition, "how long did you know?!" she demanded suddenly out of assumption.

D remained emotionless, "I knew the night that you escaped from his castle and even though I tried…there is no way that I can terminate the pregnancy, he is protecting it."

"Why didn't you tell me before?! Why did you hide it from me?! Did you not think that I would find out?!" she snapped.

"I did not want to upset you. You were put through enough," he told her matter-of-factly.

Rosalia wanted to scream out in anger but she knew that her outburst wouldn't change her condition and deep down she knew that after enduring multiple sex sessions with her grandfather's "buddy" she would've ended up pregnant anyways. She sighed in defeat, "damn it," she mumbled.

D looked at her, "Don't worry, I won't let any harm come to you or my grandchild," he told her.

"How can you consider the THING that is growing inside me…your grandchild. It is a fucking abomination!" she snapped.

The dhampir looked at her softly, "you are my daughter…so…any child that you have would be either my grandson or granddaughter regardless of who sired it or how it was conceived."

The half-dhampir mounted her horse, "I don't want to talk about it anymore," she told the man before following behind him.

D continued on his ways with Rosalia following closely behind him. Later that night, the two set up camp. Rosalia was still seething with rage and hopelessness. Her father did his best to comfort her.

"Haven't I suffered enough?" she questioned lowly.

The dhampir remained quiet and allowed her to talk.

"I mean…I was abandoned by mother and forced to live in an orphanage. I've been rejected by society, abused, and neglected. Now, I am stuck carrying the child of that bastard who rapped me by your father's sick plan. Sometimes, I think that it would be best if I just fell asleep and never woke up…"

After hearing his child's pain, D could not help but express emotion and he quietly wept. There were many times that he also felt the same as her, wanting to die, due to the rejection that he faced throughout his long, tedious, life.

"I am so sorry…" he told her as several tears fell from his eyes.

Rosalia was immediately drawn back by her father's weeping, "dad…I'm…"

"I failed you…"

She stared on in disbelief as her father continued to weep. Even Left-Hand was taken back by his host's sudden burst of emotion. Tears continued to stream from the dhampir's eyes and seemed unending, as if after hundreds of years suppressing them they would never stop.

"Dad—dad it is ok, you didn't fail me."

He looked at her with red colored eyes. She patted him on the back, "I shouldn't have said anything," she responded lowly, "you've been through far worse that I have…"

To Be Continued