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Chapter 13: Dreams of the Past
Words are in Romanian and French, meanings at bottom of story. Dates maybe historically wrong since I’m mixing truth with fiction when it comes to Dracula’s family.
Chapter 13: Dreams of the Past
Venka’s Bedroom
July 10, 1am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
Here it is 1 am and I’m sprawled across my bed staring at the ceiling. You’d think after 533 years I’d have something better to do at this hour, but nope. You see I just got “home”, yeah now. I decided to cool off by walking around town a bit after talking to my father since the capac pissed me off, no matter what he says the gaoaza always gets me mad! I stalked around, made sure the slayer got home ok, saw her with her amour, watched the two for a bit and came to the conclusion that Captain Cardboard, as I’ve started to call him, is way to straight laced and uptight. Oh well she picked him, so I’ll put up with the abruti if I must. After that I just wondered around till I got bored and then headed home, I now know the town like the back of my hand. I need a life badly, oui?
Oh well, I’ll get one sooner or later, if I have my way sooner, I namely want my fathers... ok I need sleep if I’m punning badly to myself. So I get up stripping down to my black silk underwear, removing my bra I grab an over sized black AC DC T-shirt to sleep in, flip off the lights and crawl in to the bed, ahh sleep. For some reason my last thoughts as I drift off are about myself at a young age, when I still loved my father.
1465, Tepes Castle, Carpathian Mountains
I was eight I believe when my father called me to “his” wing of the castle saying was old enough to learn our laws and history. I was happy that day, being glade my father thought I was old enough to be aloud in “his” wing, at this point in time only D has been aloud to enter out father’s rooms and I had idolized my older brother and my father, so to learn what they knew was a great thing to me. Huh, it would be the last in quite a bit of time that I would be happy in the cursed castle.
I tentatively knocked on my fathers door and waited to be called, I had learned early in life to knock before entering my fathers chambers, I was 6 and had walked in on my father and one of his “brides”, my backside had hurt for days after that beating. It was odd really, the beating wasn’t because I walked in on my father it was because I dared to enter “his” wing in the first place, my father had a strict rule that neither my brother nor myself was to enter “his” wing with out him calling us, at that time not even D had been aloud to enter freely, father was pissed.
As those thoughts passed my father bided me enter and for the first time I entered his rooms without fear, me and D had snuck in to his rooms when he had been gone a few times but we always were afraid he would know we had been there and we feared to be punished. I looked around as I sat on the chair he pointed me towards, his rooms at that time were done in shades of red and I couldn’t help but feel that the place looked like it was covered in blood.
I watched as my father came to sit across from me with his usual dramatic flare that later in life I would come to hate with a passion but at that point in time I loved it and tried to mimic his every move, I think it amused him, the âne. I stayed quite waiting for my father to speak, I didn’t have to wait long, though the question her asked surprised me. “Ma petite princesse what do you know of the demonic vampires?” Being eight and havening never even left the castle grounds I knew very little about the outside world or even other creatures, which my father knew very well. He just chuckled at my confused expression and comment of “Demonic vampires père? I though we were the only type of vampire.”
When he stopped chuckling I got told, “Yes my dear there is another breed of vampire, they are our, umm… cousins. You see long before you were born demons ruled this realm, then man came and with him his Gods. Those Gods forced the Old Ones into the Abyss and place the demons in a different realm. But before the last demon was forced through he drank from a mortal and mixed his blood with his victim allowing a demonic spirit to enter the dieing mortal expelling the soul thus creating the first demonic vampire. Being a half breed aloud the creature to stay in this realm; they are animals my daughter and must never have dealings with them or any other demon. We are different, we are Pure Vampyres, better then our cattle cousins are.” My father is a snob is he not?
At that comment I looked at my father a little confused saying, “If they have no souls and are animals, why are we not father?” For some reason known only to him he laughed at my question saying once he was done, “My dear I called on a Uniila who melded itself with my soul to create a pure blooded vampyre, our breed my dear. By melding myself with a Uniila I created a new, better breed of vampire for our breed do not fear the sun, crosses, garlic, hollow ground, nor holy water as our weaker cousins do. We are harder to kill then our cousins for it takes the total removal of our heads to kill us where they can be killed by much more, the sun, beheading, a simple wooden stake through the heart, and fire. But the two biggest differences are we keep our souls when Sired and we can have children, of which you ma petite princesse are the first.”
I looked at him a bit shocked and asked, “But père D is older then me so would he not be the first?” He gave me a small smile with a odd look in his eyes saying “Yes my dear he is but his mother was mortal when she birthed your elder brother making him a half breed, where in your mother I turn before you were conceived.” To this day I still think the look was one of loathing for my brother and that my mother was just a brood mare, an experiment to see if a full blood vampyre could be birthed and that my father despised the fact that I was born a girl.
For him that was all I need to know of our history though I would learn more from my brother and with that he started telling me our breed’s laws. “There are only two laws ma princesse that carry a sentence of death if broken, Do not deal with demons and Do Not Ever Turn a Slayer. I interrupted him asking what a slayer was. He gave me a long look as if weighing his words before saying, “The Slayer is a young girl given the strength to fight our demonic cousins. She was created not long after the first vampire, a group of men placed a demon spirit with in the girl binding it to her, by doing so it gave her the abilities needed to fight demons, with her soul balancing the demonic spirit keeping her a warrior of the Light. At her death the power passed to another girl and it has kept doing so for eons.” That is all he would tell me about slayers.
At that he finished telling me about the other two laws we keep, “Don not feed more then needed my child and never more then three people from anyone village. The last is to never sire a mortal that is below the age of 15 nor over the age of 40, younger and they will never be able to be left on their own and any older and they will not be able to cope.” I have wondered how he knew that, if he had tried siring below and over those ages? I’ll never know because I have no real desire to ask him, knowing will change nothing and will just make me upset. As this thoughts pass my sleep deepens with my last thought being to call D when I awaken.
The End.
Hope you like.
Translations:
Uniila- demon in Romanian folklore
capac - idiot
gaoaza - asshole
amour - love
abruti - moron
oui - yes
Âne - ass
Ma petite princesse - My small princess
Père - father
Chapter 13: Dreams of the Past
Venka’s Bedroom
July 10, 1am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
Here it is 1 am and I’m sprawled across my bed staring at the ceiling. You’d think after 533 years I’d have something better to do at this hour, but nope. You see I just got “home”, yeah now. I decided to cool off by walking around town a bit after talking to my father since the capac pissed me off, no matter what he says the gaoaza always gets me mad! I stalked around, made sure the slayer got home ok, saw her with her amour, watched the two for a bit and came to the conclusion that Captain Cardboard, as I’ve started to call him, is way to straight laced and uptight. Oh well she picked him, so I’ll put up with the abruti if I must. After that I just wondered around till I got bored and then headed home, I now know the town like the back of my hand. I need a life badly, oui?
Oh well, I’ll get one sooner or later, if I have my way sooner, I namely want my fathers... ok I need sleep if I’m punning badly to myself. So I get up stripping down to my black silk underwear, removing my bra I grab an over sized black AC DC T-shirt to sleep in, flip off the lights and crawl in to the bed, ahh sleep. For some reason my last thoughts as I drift off are about myself at a young age, when I still loved my father.
1465, Tepes Castle, Carpathian Mountains
I was eight I believe when my father called me to “his” wing of the castle saying was old enough to learn our laws and history. I was happy that day, being glade my father thought I was old enough to be aloud in “his” wing, at this point in time only D has been aloud to enter out father’s rooms and I had idolized my older brother and my father, so to learn what they knew was a great thing to me. Huh, it would be the last in quite a bit of time that I would be happy in the cursed castle.
I tentatively knocked on my fathers door and waited to be called, I had learned early in life to knock before entering my fathers chambers, I was 6 and had walked in on my father and one of his “brides”, my backside had hurt for days after that beating. It was odd really, the beating wasn’t because I walked in on my father it was because I dared to enter “his” wing in the first place, my father had a strict rule that neither my brother nor myself was to enter “his” wing with out him calling us, at that time not even D had been aloud to enter freely, father was pissed.
As those thoughts passed my father bided me enter and for the first time I entered his rooms without fear, me and D had snuck in to his rooms when he had been gone a few times but we always were afraid he would know we had been there and we feared to be punished. I looked around as I sat on the chair he pointed me towards, his rooms at that time were done in shades of red and I couldn’t help but feel that the place looked like it was covered in blood.
I watched as my father came to sit across from me with his usual dramatic flare that later in life I would come to hate with a passion but at that point in time I loved it and tried to mimic his every move, I think it amused him, the âne. I stayed quite waiting for my father to speak, I didn’t have to wait long, though the question her asked surprised me. “Ma petite princesse what do you know of the demonic vampires?” Being eight and havening never even left the castle grounds I knew very little about the outside world or even other creatures, which my father knew very well. He just chuckled at my confused expression and comment of “Demonic vampires père? I though we were the only type of vampire.”
When he stopped chuckling I got told, “Yes my dear there is another breed of vampire, they are our, umm… cousins. You see long before you were born demons ruled this realm, then man came and with him his Gods. Those Gods forced the Old Ones into the Abyss and place the demons in a different realm. But before the last demon was forced through he drank from a mortal and mixed his blood with his victim allowing a demonic spirit to enter the dieing mortal expelling the soul thus creating the first demonic vampire. Being a half breed aloud the creature to stay in this realm; they are animals my daughter and must never have dealings with them or any other demon. We are different, we are Pure Vampyres, better then our cattle cousins are.” My father is a snob is he not?
At that comment I looked at my father a little confused saying, “If they have no souls and are animals, why are we not father?” For some reason known only to him he laughed at my question saying once he was done, “My dear I called on a Uniila who melded itself with my soul to create a pure blooded vampyre, our breed my dear. By melding myself with a Uniila I created a new, better breed of vampire for our breed do not fear the sun, crosses, garlic, hollow ground, nor holy water as our weaker cousins do. We are harder to kill then our cousins for it takes the total removal of our heads to kill us where they can be killed by much more, the sun, beheading, a simple wooden stake through the heart, and fire. But the two biggest differences are we keep our souls when Sired and we can have children, of which you ma petite princesse are the first.”
I looked at him a bit shocked and asked, “But père D is older then me so would he not be the first?” He gave me a small smile with a odd look in his eyes saying “Yes my dear he is but his mother was mortal when she birthed your elder brother making him a half breed, where in your mother I turn before you were conceived.” To this day I still think the look was one of loathing for my brother and that my mother was just a brood mare, an experiment to see if a full blood vampyre could be birthed and that my father despised the fact that I was born a girl.
For him that was all I need to know of our history though I would learn more from my brother and with that he started telling me our breed’s laws. “There are only two laws ma princesse that carry a sentence of death if broken, Do not deal with demons and Do Not Ever Turn a Slayer. I interrupted him asking what a slayer was. He gave me a long look as if weighing his words before saying, “The Slayer is a young girl given the strength to fight our demonic cousins. She was created not long after the first vampire, a group of men placed a demon spirit with in the girl binding it to her, by doing so it gave her the abilities needed to fight demons, with her soul balancing the demonic spirit keeping her a warrior of the Light. At her death the power passed to another girl and it has kept doing so for eons.” That is all he would tell me about slayers.
At that he finished telling me about the other two laws we keep, “Don not feed more then needed my child and never more then three people from anyone village. The last is to never sire a mortal that is below the age of 15 nor over the age of 40, younger and they will never be able to be left on their own and any older and they will not be able to cope.” I have wondered how he knew that, if he had tried siring below and over those ages? I’ll never know because I have no real desire to ask him, knowing will change nothing and will just make me upset. As this thoughts pass my sleep deepens with my last thought being to call D when I awaken.
The End.
Hope you like.
Translations:
Uniila- demon in Romanian folklore
capac - idiot
gaoaza - asshole
amour - love
abruti - moron
oui - yes
Âne - ass
Ma petite princesse - My small princess
Père - father