Darkness [open]

[Vladislaus Dracula]

A cold wind blew softly inside the castle of Dracula. Candles burned and the flames blew back and forth and suddenly blew out. Vladislaus opened his eyes quickly and glass flew out of his coffin as he woke up. Stepping slowly out of his coffin he walked over to the window and gazed out across the dark sky. It was raining as it usually does in Transylvania. Vladislaus licked his pale lips as his stomach rumbled and he turned away from the window walking to one of his towers where he has a young servant girl chained up for one of his nightly snacks. Taking a key from his black pants pocket he unlocked the door and stepped to the girl kneeling down. He ran his thumb over her freezing cheek and bared his fangs smiling at her. "Nice night huh... It's a bit cold in here, but you won't have to sit here any longer.. I will take care of that." He smirked and turned her head alittle as she wimpered and finally bit into her pale neck slurping up her blood like an animal that had not eaten in days. After he drained her he picked her up and tossed her to the other side of the room and walked out. Wiping off the little spots of strayed blood off his lips he sighed and then went and stood outside his castle wondering how he would get ahold of Anna Velarious..

[.Rosalie Dracula]

The night held an eerie chill to it – and she couldn’t decipher the feeling from the cold blasts of air that swept across her, or the fact she could smell death not far ahead. Her long legs carried the graceful Bride majestically along the long hallway – her body dressed in a Victorian dress that had an open back, and revealed much of her breasts. Diamond intendments were made by the very best, and she wore it with pride. Her steps were even and seemed to stretch out in long gaits… her mind set on a single thing s her fiery blue eyes glared forward. Someone was having a meal… and Rosalie wanted some.

She turned into a room, watching as the devil himself waltzed across the floor and into a chamber; where he kept his food. She let her nose draw in the scent of blood as her pupils transformed from circles to cat like slits.. the color draining to an almost silver white. She danced forward – her movements graceful with loose, thin material flowing over her arms and barely covering the essentials. Her long dark hair blew elegantly in the nights breeze… and as weird as it was, she could feel the weathers cold caress against her skin. What she felt was never revealed to her King… for she found no reason to brag about her own luxuries. Her feet carried her almost silently to the window, leaning against the brick wall as her arms folded across her chest, a sadistic smirk planted upon her face. “Ah, 'tis the sweet smell of blood that brought me to my King." A purr like noise vibrated from her throat as she glided to stand in front of Dracula… the playful, young acting vampire running a finger down the side of his mouth, her nail tracing harshly over his skin. Her finger pulled back with a trickle of blood from his feed left over, and found its way to her mouth. She smiled mischievously and tilted her head to one side – “Why does my King seemed so troubled?”

[Vladislaus Dracula]

A presence of Dracula's gorgeous bride Rosalie entered the room and the flame's on the torches blew quickly back and forth. Turning slowly around he grinned at her walking away from the window leading outside.. A freezing draft came from the window as he opened it letting a couple rain drops enter the castle. He leaned over to Rosalie curling his neck around her's kissing it lightly as his lips followed up to hers and then pulled away slowly as she took droplets of blood off his lips with her long fingers. Running his fingers through her flowing long hair and sniffed it. "I'm not very troubled. I am just thinking of more ways that I can finally kill Anna and create that army that I have always wanted..

Dracula didn't have much patience and he was getting very bored around the castle and wanted some action to occupy his night. Since he just got done feeding he thought he might as well just spend time with Rosalie and ask her about her ideas about the werewolf army that has not been created yet. Sighing he slammed his fist on the concrete wall. "d**n Velarious family! I should have killed her when I had the chance. I suppose I am just waiting for her to come to me.." He said rolling his eyes. He grabbed his brides hand kissing it "is there anything you want?"

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[.Rosalie Dracula]

The seductress slowly moved herself closer to Dracula, her lithe, curvy form barely as big as his own torso. She smirked playfully, her mind wandering from idea to another… he was always so preoccupied with this army, and she barely knew anything about it. Her finger traced a line up his cheek and back down to the corner of his mouth, her smirk still in play – her fangs jutting at her very ends of her lips. “If it is an army you seek… then start one without Annas consent. The wench doesn’t need to be dead in order for you to take over her village.” She pressed her body closer to his, her breasts against his chest, “after all..” she said in a quiet, sadistic whisper, “she is only mortal.” A giddy purr ripped from her chest at that thought and Rosalie tore away from him, spinning in a few circles – the dress fabric moving elegantly in the wind. She stopped and stared at Dracula, his outburst nothing new to her.

She scoffed and pranced ever so silently to the window, casting her hands out it to catch a few rain drops… their cold presence becoming nothing but frozen droplets in the dead-girls hands. She dropped them; tipping her hand upside down and turning around with a quick twist. “Dracula,” her accent thick from her life in Romania, “Think about who you are. Anna is… a being – someone with a soul and a beating heart,” her stealthy, almost invisible movements brought her back to be standing only an inch from Dracula, “she is easy to kill. And why she has gotten away so much… well luck was on her side those times. It’s our turn for luck now.” Rosalie reached up and pressed her cheek against his… then drew her head back to run her tongue seductively down his cheek to his lips, and drew back. “There shalt be no reason that you and all your Brides cannot kill the vermin with a single group attack.” The very thought of invading Transylvania made chills runs down her spine… and her k-9’s were resurrected to full blown fangs at this point. She lusted blood… and when a Bride lusted something, she normally got it.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

He stuffed his hand in his pockets and scratched his head shaking it. Then nodding he grinned. "I agree... just because Anna is my rival in this god forsaken country it doesn't mean I have to let her know about what I am doing." He said strokingh Rosalie's cheek. His lips tingled from her touch and he stroked her back. Rosalie was completely right he said to himself. Dracula is the most powerful being in all of Romania. Even his brides were very strong that words couldn't even explain. Anna is just a mere mortal human that doesn't have much strength really except for perhaps her incredible sword slashing skills and vampire and werewolf slaying and such things. Dracula ran his cheek down her long pale arms licking them. "You need to feed. What would you like me to get you. I'm sure I can get ahold of some innocent girl for you my love"

ooc; sorry it's so short, I gotta go study for a huge test I have to take to get my drivers license =P