Dracula's Daughter

Prologue

The People of the kingdom called him: Prince
The Turks called him: The Impaler
His mother called him: Vlad
The world called him: Dracula
I called him: Father
I'm Elise Tepes and I am the daughter of Dracula.

I was born in year 1429 in Castle Dracula. I was born into Royalty, I am the youngest child of Vlad the impaler, prince of Transylvania. I have 1 older brother, Ingeras, and two older sisters the twins Victoria, and Katherine. Growing up my siblings and I were close we were almost inseparable. As a child I loved my mother, but I was not nearly as close to her as my father.

My father taught me to fight at a very young age, like my dad I am a master swordsman and I am also skilled with knives, and daggers. When the turks demanded 1,000 boys and my brother for their army, I was beyond angry, the turks were purely ruthless to their army. Learning of a child soldier, an expert in combat, the sultan demanded to have me for his army.  My father refused to give me to the sultan resulting in a very bloody war. Not wanting to be stuck away from the fight, I said my goodbyes to my brother and sisters, and kissed my mother goodbye. I rode into war with my father ready to protect the ones I loved.

People were often shocked to find out I was the youngest of the 4 children, they often underestimated me and learned the hard way, I was a force to be reckoned with.

Mother often worried about me and dad but we always came home safely and in one piece, we may have been a bit scratched and beat up but we always came home. Mother always fussed over my wounds. She knew dad could handle a few cuts and bruises. However when it comes to me she would always worry and make sure I was alright. Not that I ever walked out of a war completely unscathed, but it was never anything I could not handle.

Growing up a princess was never easy. Having to learn the ways of royalty, prepare to one day be queen, and all the duties that came with the responsibility of ruling a kingdom. Out side the training room and off the battle field, my soldier state of mind is put aside and I am actually quite a different person. More often than not I am wandering the grounds, riding my beloved horse or curled up reading in the library. Sometimes I will go hunting for a new adventure in the gardens, which usually results in me being covered in dirt and my dress being torn. That does not end well with my mother. She would scold me for tearing my dress, then send me to bathe before supper. My mother and I did not always agree on things. Overall my life was good, I had everything a young girl could dream for. That is, until I made a decision that would alter my life for eternity.