"ωє αяє ѕhαρє∂ αи∂ fαѕhισиє∂ ву ωhαт ωє ℓσνє." - Goethe
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{This Special Chapter is dedicated to my impatient and patient friend, who has bugged me for an update, so here you go, you rascal, hehe. You know who you are, missy.}
Vladimir's POV
Water trickled down his body through down, as he exited the shower of his master bathroom.
Wrapping a towel just around his waist, he suddenly regretted going outside the master bathroom, and into the coldness of his master bedroom.
"Everything seems to be all about mastery, yet I don't see why a room, or a bathroom, should have their own mastery at being what they are." Vladimir muttered under his breath.
The curtains were not the least bit drawn back, and he was not yet prepared to be blinded by the sunlight.
Not a day goes by without him thinking how he had missed being basked by the sunlight. Except, he had once done it with someone he loved.
He sighed heavily.
"In such an hour right now, even in the morning, why are thoughts like these cross through my head? Daily routine, daily thoughts."
A loud knock vibrated through the room, making Vladimir almost, almost, frightened out of his wits.
"Death's angel, what kind of knocking is that? It's early in the goddamn morning, whoever you may be!" Vladimir shouted with gritted teeth.
A sleepy yawn can be heard from the other side of the door.
"It's just me, dad. No cuss words needed, or grandma will start planning ways for your head to be served this evening." Evelyn's croaky voice said, and it alarmed Vladimir why she would be awake at this kind of hour. She had told him the previous night that she might as well get herself a beauty sleep. As if she hasn't done that for how many years without anyone bugging her.
Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Oh? And I thought you and Aloysia will be attending to a certain 'prom'? Were you not the one who said so yourself?"
Silence emitted from both sides of the room, then Evelyn broke the ice.
"Just let me in. I'm going to explain, all right? I'm coming in right now, dad."
"No, wait, Evelyn, I'm still not yet fully--"
Coming in the room, Evelyn looked normal as ever. But, her face was slightly covered with drool, while her hair was all over the place. She still held a small pillow, and she hugged it tightly as she entered the room, closing the door with her feet.
"--clothed..." Vladimir continued too late, and he minded the droplets of water dripping to his sides. It was an irritating thing for him, as if there were ghostly, cold fingers tracing him from top to bottom.
His daughter squinted her eyes from him, then she crossed her arms, as if in distaste of what she was seeing before her.
"Don't need to tell me why you're so up and about. I know a sign when I see one, dad. Waking up early in the morning to just bathe?"
Vladimir groaned unearthly. "Can't a man be minding his own proper hygiene, Evelyn?"
Wrinkling her nose, she said, "Not when you have bathed just awhile back in midnight, dad. Are you that conscious of your own hygiene?"
"Well, sometimes I can be."
"So, this is one of those times?" She rose a brow at him, still not yet the slightest convinced.
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Dracula's Daughter
VampireIf you're thinking how miserable your life is, think again, because Evelyn's life is a whole lot of worse. All throughout her life, she had not want for this to happen. Being immortal and a vampire, it's hard for Evelyn Dracula to survive without th...
