Dracula's Daughter

10 : Torn apart between two worlds | Year 2007

"ωhєи тhє ѕυи hαѕ ѕєт, иσ ¢αи∂ℓє ¢αи яєρℓα¢є ιт." - George R.R. Martin

{ 10 : Torn apart between two worlds | Year 2007 }

The time ticked and tocked, until the eyelids of a one maiden slowly closes, and opens again.

Evelyn Dracula, the woman who had no other choice, had to do something about it.

Her daily living in the mortal world, where humans are now dominant over their kind, has been an absolute atrocity. Since when did vampires lose their own superiority over the whole species?

Maybe, it was because they were slowly dying out, or the fact that other vampire clans chose to hide out in different areas. And, that was the exact thing that the Draculas have been doing this whole entire time.

Another fact is that, humans have been so clueless about the fact that vampires were ceased to exist, and they were only invented by other humans as well, whom they fantasize over the co-existence of their supernatural beings, resulting to the creation of vampires. But, that isn't true. Vampires did exist, and humans have yet to know it when the time has come.

Evelyn rolled over her bed, and she looked up at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and in irritation.

"I wonder what are the images in my head trying to tell me. Even my dreams have recently changed." Evelyn bluntly said out loud.

Over the past few days, Evelyn has been bothered about the current images popping into her head, and the dreams that were no longer of her in a coffin. It wasn't what she had expected it to be, when she was already prepared for another hallucination or nightmare session with her mother yet again. No, it wasn't her mother. No, it weren't hallucinations. No, it weren't nightmares.

It were strange images of her and another young man about her age.

It were dreams of her with that said young man, reminding, pleading, and telling her to try and to remember him and that he promised to come back.

What's more strange, was the fact that the clothing they wore at the images were medieval times. Evelyn figured that it was the past time, but when exactly did it happen? And why, of all times right now, the images and the dreams started to occur to her?

Was it something important that she was supposed to be remembering up until now?

Evelyn tried remembering what the man looked like, but she could only remember his eyes. His icy, blue eyes that sent chills down her spine.

Her dreams sometimes were a bit weird, for instance, when the two touched, Evelyn could actually feel them. It was almost as if she were there.

Evelyn's eyes slowly widened.

What if, it weren't a dream?

What if, something, or someone, was actually trying to communicate with her?

Or, what if, it's a--

Evelyn shook her head.

"I'm saying something unbelievable. It couldn't be true. It's just a dream, and will only remain as one. Nothing more, nothing less."

She got up from her bed, tying her hair into a messy bun.

"Hah, all these questions, all these assumptions, yet no evidence. I should stop thinking so much about it." Evelyn mumbled, opening her door and going through the hallways.

She went down the stairs, and stopped.

"--yes, yes, I know. I will call her this instan--" Her father turned around, and was surprised to see her standing on the stairway. "Ah, Evelyn! Right on time. Come here, let me introduce you to someone." He motioned for her to come.

Her mouth hang open, at loss for words.

She slowly went down the stairway, her hand at the rail, not breaking her eye contact to the stranger that her father talked with.

As she came closer, and closer, she could distinguish what he looked like.

Icy, blue eyes, a gentleman smile, his hair black as ebony, and his structure--

Evelyn couldn't help but compare him to the man in her dreams.

Who was he?

"Evelyn, I would like to introduce you to one of the highest vampire clans before us. This young lad is a Valentine, one of the vampire clans who had helped us higely in the war between the Turks. And also, they are one of our allies." Her father patted the stranger on the shoulder, whispering something to him.

The stranger nodded, while looking at Evelyn, who still had a puzzled look on her face.

The stranger went forward to her, and smiled with such warmth and familiarity, Evelyn's chest swelled with nostalgia that she couldn't figure out or distinguish.

"Good day to you, my lady." He grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss. "My name is Vincent Valentine. And the maiden before me must be none other than Evelyn Dracula, no?"

Her mouth opened and closed. Her eyes filled with sadness, longing, familiarity.

Was he really the one?

Her mouth refused to open, yet her force of will made her to speak.

"Who are you?" She breathed out.

Who was he, really?