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Post by whirleybird86 on Dec 14, 2012 13:21:43 GMT -8
It had been months since that night that innocent blood was shed on the London streets. How could someone be so cruel as to take away two lives, and just to leave one with a scar and a reminder of how cruel the world could be. Memory flashes from that night would go through her mind, and it haunted her in her sleep. She had picked herself up since that day and had trained herself to fight back. Even if she fails or dies at her attempts, at least she'd go down trying. She had heard from inquiries and asked around where she could find the one who calls himself Vladimir Dracula. Most just turned and walked away, and some did not even want to give her a straight answer. What was it that would cause such reactions in people? It was only one man.
Finally, she got the answer she was looking for. A little old woman told her to go to Romania and seek out Bran castle. There Olivia would find the answers that she seeks. What kind of man was he? Why did he do this? Was he the one, or was it just Olivia's wild imagination? Either way, she was going. She boarded a plane and headed for Romania. As she drove to the castle late that night, her head swam with thousands of emotions and thoughts. She thought her head was going to explode. She pushed the thoughts back and she fixed her hair as she stepped out of the car. She walked a little, until she walked to the front gates of the castle, and gazed through the iron wall.
There it was, Bran castle. Not a guard in sight. Maybe he didn't need any. She tried to open the gate, but it was locked. Drat! She put her hands on her hips and looked up. This was a dumb idea, but she started to climb the gate. She jumped over and made her way inside. She slowly opened a door, and saw nothing but darkness when she entered. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a flashlight, and looked around. She had gone into what looks to be a wine cellar. Olivia found her way to the main floor, and didn't need to use her flashlight in the dimly lit rooms. She carefully climbed the staircase and entered a bedroom. Was he even home?
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 16, 2012 17:53:13 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Vlad had long ago dismissed his blood donor for the night, after drinking deeply from them. Those who lived on the premises mostly worked for him in some way as well and if they were willing were blood donors, provided they were healthy of course. And then they also were offered rooms in the castle or among his property as well. His blood donors were well provided for, only a few lived there however, others had others to go back to or didn’t have blood taken from them but just worked maintenance or such for him. He laid there in his bed, staring at the ceiling having no clue why he was not out at the moment but instead laying in his king sized bed with the curtains drawn. Despite modern misinterpretations that vampires slept in coffins he slept in this feathery soft bed with curtains surrounding it. It was expansive and took up a decent chunk of the room.
There he laid thinking over the past few days, he had gone out with his wolves into the woods nearby, he had taken his horses out as well. He had also worked out with a sword, which he was adeptly trained at as he spent nearly all of his seventy one hundred years of life as a warrior or hunter of some sort or another, he had even been a viking at one point. Once again Vladimir hit his head back against the pillow and sighed, he was bored much too bored for this to be normal.
It was true that his castle was unguarded to the human eye. However in truth there were anywhere from ten to twenty wolves usually milling around the nearby perimeter, with many more spread out over his lands. He had many wolves and none of them attacked the horses or people who worked for him, but they were trained and of course it helped he could both talk to them and handle his own against any alpha males in the groups. Plus there was plenty of land for them to roam and it helped them to not aggravate each other too much.
As he laid there it was silent until he heard one of the older doors open and shut downstairs, below him. It had been the tiniest of noises but with his sense of hearing it could have been a bomb in the silence for all it mattered. All of those who worked for him were either gone or off in other parts of the castle, none of them wandered this area around this time usually, unless he needed something. Creeping out of his bed he didn’t bother with pulling any clothing on other than a pair of sweatpants before sneaking silently into a secret passageway that led from his bedroom. Going through the passage he paused to look out of one of the paintings, no there were no eye cutouts, however the painting was made in a way you could see through it pretty clearly the one way but not the other. As he watched he saw an unfamiliar young woman walk up the stairs and peer into one of the many excess guest rooms.
Silently he snatched a broadsword off of the wall nearby and headed for one of the many exits of the passage way. The sword was merely a precaution in case she was a true problem, though he doubted it. There were few beings who could match his fighting ability or his supernatural ability and many he knew what they looked like, even if he had only met them once, besides he was clairvoyant, he could tell much about people through that ability. Just like he could tell that she had enhanced fitness and enhanced senses however she didn’t feel like a mutated supernatural being. She felt… human, well mostly, to his clairvoyant mind. But how could that be? Then it hit him, he had heard about these humans afterall, it was smart to know your enemy. She was a hunter, he was pretty sure of it too, although he doubted she could handle him by herself but that made him wonder why she had came here alone, there was no one else around, it was basically a suicide mission. This only intrigued him, he didn’t want to exactly kill her but he wasn’t going to let her kill him either. Besides it was a lot harder to kill him than she probably thought the process alone was annoyingly thorough. First you had to challenged him and beat him in a fair fight. Then you had to bring a PURE silver stake or other silver weapon, exactly 100% silver, any less and it will only infuriate him. But even if it works and you strike him straight through the heart he’s only paralyzed for an hour or two there’s still more to the process. Then you would have to chop off his legs and head and burn them and scatter the ashes on sacred, holy ground. Add in that you carve out his heart and dip it in liquid silver and then bury it in a brick of silver on hollowed ground you’re in pretty good shape to make sure he doesn’t just heal himself, he’s pretty much dead. Although take too long and he’ll heal, that’s the one and only true way to kill Dracula himself, but let the humans believe there were common methods.
Stepping out of the passageway silently he appeared behind her, a bit of anger in his eyes from her intrusion but also curiosity. Luckily he wasn’t a cat. Taking a couple steps towards her he paused as she was still facing away, his sword was casually hanging at his side in his hand. He smirked slightly before deciding he wanted to have some fun, ”Boo...”
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Post by whirleybird86 on Dec 26, 2012 12:11:23 GMT -8
Olivia slowly turned the dark corners of the house. It seemed that every turn either lead to a new room, or down a long dark hall. She mostly let her senses guide her around the dark crevices. For a very old castle, it was taken care of well. Not a cobweb in sight. She slowly walked down the hall and let her hands run along the walls. She felt the indentations on the wall, and it felt cold and warm in from places. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long flashlight and shined it on the walls. Portraits of people hung on the walls, as well as old tapestries. Probably dated back from centuries ago. She found a portrait of a young lady in a white gown, hair half up and in curls, and she wore a golden locket around her neck. It looked similar to hers as she stepped closer. Strange this was. She looked at the girl's face and almost saw a resemblance. She shook her head to wave the notion and continued to walk around till she found someone.
Olivia got to the end of a hall, and had hit a dead end. Drat! She huffed and turned around, seeing a stairway that led upwards, so she took it and went up. It was starting to get cloudy and dark out, so there was minimal light coming through the tempered glass windows. She carefully walked up the stairs, but only to find this hallway darker. She cocked her head to the side and thought it was strange. She saw a flickering light coming from underneath a closed door down the hall. This sparked her interest and she followed it. Unbeknownst to her that there was someone watching her from the shadows. She reached the door, raising her arm to turn the knob when she heard a faint voice behind her. Her heart raced as she spun around, small silver blade in her hand, and she looked into the eyes of the man behind her. Her chest rose with every breath and she tried to not show her bewilderment in her eyes. " Who are you," she said softly and moved the blade closer to his side.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 26, 2012 16:59:37 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Vlad stood there calmly in a pair of jeans as the young woman spun around to end up looking him in the eyes. He could hear both her breathing and her heart beat as they stood there in the otherwise deserted hall. His eyesight was amazing in this hallway yet he did not know how well she could see in this hallway, with or without the flashlight he had seen her holding. Now, in one of her hands, was a small silver blade in her hand, which honestly wouldn’t do much harm to him unless it was pure silver and she just happened to stab him straight through the heart, and that was only the start of his death, the first step that would merely paralyze him.
A cool grin spread across Vlad’s face at her question as he stepped even closer to her slightly, his sword still down at his side. He could see her blade inching closer to him however and reached out smoothly and quickly to wrap his fingers around her wrist, keeping it where it was with his strong grip. ”Shouldn’t a young girl like you know who’s home she’s breaking into before you do it? You never know who you might stumble across.” He smiled, fangs glinting in the dim light, his expression amused and yet cold, as he continued on, ”As for who I am, I have many names such as Valdemárr, Vladimir, Vlad the Impaler… Dracula… Are… choose your pick.” He finished, taking much relish in announcing the last two, better known, of his many names over the millennia. ”Now then mind telling me your name so I know what to do if something were to… happen to you…” He didn’t go around killing random people nowadays but it wasn’t likely someone who had broken into his home with a weapon was here to merely see where he lived or explore. She was here with a purpose and he would find it out and if need be take action, which may or may not be violent in nature.
Vladimir set the sword to lean against his hip, out of her accessible reach however, anyways the blade weighed much too much for the average person to pick up even with two hands let alone one, as he still held her wrist in his grip. Absently he drew upon his power of pyrokinesis, one of his many abilities, and created a fireball in his free hand. He sent the fireball to a torch that rested in a sconce mounted upon the wall beside them. There were several torches along the hallways, reminding him of the past but they were modern day torches, much less likely to set everything on fire. He kept his gaze on her the entire time, focused and examining her, trying to determine whether she would create a real threat or not.
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