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Post by vladmir on Nov 15, 2011 9:50:52 GMT -5
Vladmir Dracul was enjoying his summer Vacation away from all the rush and busyness of teaching at Darcy Academy. It's not that he didn't like teaching, because he loved it. The only stressful and irritating thing was people were trying to question him about is personal history. He understood though since he was a vampire and he did teach Vampire history. But that didn't give them the right to question him about his life. He would talk about Vampire history in general.
He just wasn't ready to discuss the loss of his boyfriend or that he was once in an arranged marriage that ended when he came out of the closet. His life was best to remain a mystery so he didn't have to relive the heartache and pain that he had endured over the span of his eternal life. He sat in the reading room of his fancy upperclass mansion which had been in is family for generations and was passed on down to Vlad. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere for Vlad was not the kind of man for keeping things neat and clean. The furnishing were all highly decorative and and beautifully crafted. He sat in a beautifull upholstered red chair. His hand was wrapped around a wine glass filled with A+ blood.
It was his favorite blood type, in his lap he had several history books on the history of the werewolves and shapeshifters. He still to this day remained neutral in the previous war and the new one brewing. He didn't get himself involved in such trivial matters. He just lived his miserable life like nothing ever happened. He was sitting reading peacefully when suddenly he heard a knock on his mansion door. He slowly got up and wonder who would be calling at this hour of the night. It wasn't unusual for vampires and werewolves to be out because they were mostly creatures of the night but he wasn't expecting any visitors tonight. He reached the front door and opened it's highly exquiste handle.
Upon opening the door he saw that it was raining and that there was a mysterious figure standing there getting soaked to the bone, waiting for an invitation to be invited in. It was too dark to tell who it was, nor did he personally care who it was as long as the visitor made known who they were.
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Post by alicedracul on Nov 16, 2011 11:18:04 GMT -5
Alice had arrived in the town exactly three days ago, and since then it had been pouring with rain, forcing her to stay inside. She had always been the productive sort, and when the whole dancing around in a hotel room thing had grown old, Alice had put her boredom to good use, trying to track down her father. She had never met him, she only had one photo to go by and the hope that she would have a chance to be able to explain to him the whole situation. It would take guts, and that she had. Determination to actually go up to a stranger's house and tell him that he was her father, well, she was freaking out about that slightly. She hadn't told her mother that she was planning on tracking down the man known as Vladimir Dracul, but she had a faint suspicion that her mother knew. Alice had always had her father's surname, it made her feel wanted by a father figure.
Her mother always told her that she was alike to her father in personality, but Alice resembled her mother closely. Except for her eyes. She had her father's eyes. On the third day she had tracked down finally tracked him down, and found out that he lived in a manor no far from where she was staying herself. Now the whole day she had spent psyching herself up to go to the manor, and wondering what she would actually be saying to her father. One glimpse of him would be enough. She had never wanted a father until her mother remarried, and was happy. Alice wanted someone who shared her DNA, who would be the person she could go to in times of need, who would always back her up. Maybe her expectations were to high, but it was a dream she always had.
At around six, Alice dressed herself in jeans and a light sweater with trainers. Swallowing down the last of her blood that she had, she made her way out of the hotel. No taxi was needed, the rain had abated for a few minutes. That was all she needed to get to the mansion, a few minutes. About half way there, it started again, and Alice growled at herself. She should have known that it would rain. The mansion was easy to find, it's ornate design of the front door etched into her memory from a photo she had found and studied. Making her way up the stairs, she wondered how fast her heart would be beating if she was human. For minutes she stood under the eave, soaking wet. She knocked lightly, hoping that no one was home.
That false hope was shattered when the door opened, and she was confronted with the real life version of her father. He's even more intimidating in the flesh she thought to herself, before she started speaking. Mr. Dracul? My name is Alice. My mother is Victoria. I am your daughter, she blurted out, wanting to get it over and done with.
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Post by vladmir on Nov 16, 2011 16:40:08 GMT -5
Vlad didn't entirely recognize the stranger but he did find out the person was female. She looked about no more than 16 and he didn't really care who she was he just cared how she found the place and why she chose his door to knock on. All his questions were answered when she confessed to being his daughter. "Come in." Dracul welcomed the younger girl although he didn't believe her story. He lead her to the reading room he had just left and directed her to a dusty old chair. "Please sit down we apparently have much to discuss." Vlad smirked unsure how she got the crazy notion that she was his. True he had an ex-wife named Vitoria but there were many Victorias running around the streets in this Era.
Vlad took a seat next to the girl and stared at her. " You're lucky I didn't send you away. I am not your father I have never been with a woman for I am gay." Vlad lied to the girl. He wasn't going to begin revealing his history some teenage girl who thought she belonged to him. He picked up his glass of blood and continued to sip it casually. "How you got the silly idea I am your father is ridiculous. I would suggest you search elsewhere for you've come to the wrong place." Vlad snapped back in usual harsh and guarded tone. This was possibly going to be a long night of her trying to convince him that he had a daughter.
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Post by alicedracul on Nov 17, 2011 1:44:23 GMT -5
All of Alice's suspicions were confirmed when Vlad denied that he was her father. At least he let her into the house. It had a musty smell about, like nobody had lived in it for years, then again, vampires weren't quite alive either. She sat down, dripping steadily onto the floor, cringing slightly as she thought how she was ruining this man's furniture. She couldn't quite place him as her father just yet, then again, it really had to do with the fact that she had a lot of explaining to do. She went on memories that her mother had told her, and the few photo's that they had managed to take before the divorce. There were a few, from the old grey and whites, to the technicolor beauty that had become more popular. Alice bit her lower lip, fangs protruding slightly, as they always did when she was stressed.
I realise that it is unnerving for a complete stranger to appear on your doorstep with the claims I have made. I'm sorry, but you have to hear me out, she rushed through the words again, unnerved by the whole setting. She paused for a few moments, thinking about how she was going to state everything that had become a jumbled mess in her head. It was complicated, she was desperate to be heard out, and there was little that she could do to stop him throwing her out when he wished. After all it was his house, and she was merely a teenager that could heal animals. Something she hadn't picked up on earlier was the smell of wolf in the house, and she gained courage with the smell of her favourite animal.
Close to seventeen years ago you got a divorce from a Victoria with whom you were in a prearranged marriage. The reason being that you came out of the closet and mom wanted you to have real happiness. By this time, she was already two weeks pregnant, and ten months later I was born, she said calmly, already piecing the pieces together in her mind. Of course she need more than words, and thankfully she had the last thing that could support her claims. Taking out her purse from her back pocket of her jeans, she opened it and pulled out a picture of Vlad and her mother in front of this very same house. She held it out for him to take, not allowing her hands to shake. Like hell she would do that much.
A low howl alerted her that there were indeed wolves that came to the house. Alice hadn't seen the creatures for a week, mainly because she had said goodbye to her pack in Moscow and her mother had decided a trip to her grandparents had been good idea at the time. It seemed that even if Vlad rejected her, there would always be the wolves that she could make friends with. They wouldn't be the same as people, their minds so much more open than those of people.
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Post by vladmir on Nov 17, 2011 10:21:54 GMT -5
Vlad listened to the child as she went to recount his own horrific tale. She stopped at the part of the divorce. How could she have known that he was in a prearranged marriage, no one knew that except him and his ex-wife. He was about ready to toss her out on to the dark lonely streets but He was instantly calmed by the sound of his pet wolves howling just outside. "Excuse me a minute." Vlad got up and walked to the back door and let the mangy mongrels in. His two wolves came barrelling quite happy to be with their master. "Please forgive my two pets. They are wild animals but yet i have tamed them enough to stay in my house sometimes. "
He went back and saw the picture of his ex-wife and him standing in front of this very mansion. "I still don't entirely believe you. However your story is rather convincing. The part I don't believe is if you are my daughter we and as you say your mother was two weeks pregnant with you. How come she didn't tell me she was pregnant? I believe that my ex-wife is your mother and i will admit to having been in a prearranged marriage with her but i don't believe you are my child." Vlad said gruffly. In this day and age, it occurred to Vlad that children could claim a guy is their father just to get money out of him.
He glanced over to the girl petting the head of the male wolf that had laid it's head on his lap. He stroked it feeling calm and at ease. "This one i call Bruno and that one is Georgina" Vlad said pointing at the female wolf curled up in a dusty old corner. "Can i get a name out of you girl." Vlad snapped bringing himself to being guarded. This girl was seeming to get to him and not causing him to put his guard down a lot. The minutes seemed to drag on in utter silence. He didn't what else to say to the stranger.
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Post by alicedracul on Nov 18, 2011 12:13:30 GMT -5
Alice wasn't surprised with the wolves coming into the house. They were mangy, as most wolves were, but they were wolves and she had fallen in love with them. The female seemed standoffish, and instantly Alice sought the animalistic mind with her own, soothing her, assuring her that she wasn't going to hurt her. It was about as far as she could go with her abilities, and she hoped that as she got older, the abilities would become more advanced. She loved healing animals, it was what she did best, but at her age, the best she could do was heal small cuts and fractures. Alice was becoming better though.
Her attention returned to Vlad, and his words stung. There was nothing else she could do to prove that he was her father, and she wanted nothing from him in return. She only found out a month after the divorce that she was pregnant, Alice answered, knowing that her mother could also have not told Vlad in fear of binding him to her further. She didn't know if it had been a happy marriage or not, she doubted they loved each other, but were they at least civil or not? For Alice, she had lived with her father name and a picture for sixteen years. Now that she had seen him in the flesh, she didn't want anything more than that. Money was not a problem. She was happy and her grandparents spoiled her, actually all she wanted was her wolves.
My name? she asked, surprised slightly, It's Alice Maria Dracul, she carried on, wondering what he was thinking. Alice wondered if he was considering throwing her out by now. She would have done it if she was him.
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Post by vladmir on Dec 1, 2011 8:53:34 GMT -5
Dracul stroked the head of the male wolf as this girl, who was holding fast to the idea she was his, turned her attention to the female. He watched with curious eyes, for the girl didn't seem scared of them at all. This intrigued him and wasn't going to throw her out just yet. He was willing to listen a tad bit longer. The one thing that still nagged the back of his brain was how did she know where he lived? How did she find him? These were the current question. It was getting quite apparent that this girl wasn't going to give the idea of him being her father.
If he was perfectly honest with himself the whole story seemed rehearsed and that her mother who he would not doubt was his ex wife told her daughter exactly what to say. Although the back stabbing coniving thing didn't sound like something His ex wife would do. He just couldn't picture it but he had to know, "How did you find my home? Who told you where i live?" Dracul snapped. The entire idea seemed suspcious. He didn't want to scare her but he had to know. The male wolf let out a small growl. "Easy boy, i am just questioning our guest." Dracul said to soothe the beast. Wolves were easily misunderstood creatures. He loved them anyways, he looked at Alice. "You may have my last name but i still don't think you are mine." Dracul stated calmly to not upset wolves and this was going to be a long night.
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Post by alicedracul on Dec 2, 2011 5:57:54 GMT -5
Alice's frustration was building up inside of her, but she wasn't going to let it show. There wasn't much that she could to force Vlad to believe her, in the end she knew she was going to live her own life without anyone being able to influence her a whole lot. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the look he gave her with her apparent non-fear of the wolves. I had a pack back in Russia. Seeing your two just reminded me of them, she explained quietly, a touch of melancholy in her voice. She was exhausted and inside she knew that it was wrong to have come. This was a situation beyond her control.
It wasn't mom. She didn't even want me in this town. I did some searching on the Internet using that picture as a reference, she answered, replying with only honesty. She ducked her head when he said that he didn't believe her. Of course he didn't. No guy wanted a teenager pitching up in front of their doorstep with the claims she had made. All of a sudden Alice felt foolish and stupid to think that she could have had Vlad accept her for what she was. His daughter.
Alice stood up from the chair, feeling flustered. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, she said suddenly, her mind throwing up the barriers that she had become used to when she wanted to escape her life. This has become a situation she wanted to escape and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't get herself to leave.
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