Dracula's Daughter

Chapter 2

     "Elise, its time to get up." Mother's voice rang out. "Mm, no. I want to sleep. Wake me up when the sun is fully up." I moaned and rolled over. "Elise Violet Tepes it is time to get up." She said a little more forcefully. "No." I say bluntly. "Do not make me get your father." She threatens. I stay where I am not caring if she got papa. I listened to her footsteps walk away and fade slowly. A few minutes later I heard the heavier foot steps of my father. "Ellie. You need to get up." Papa spoke gently. "But it's too early." I whine. "Please. Ellie its almost 8 o'clock in the morning." He said. I sat up and looked at him. "Wait mother let me sleep in late?" I asked. "Yes. She did. If you wernt up at 4 o'clock in the morning you would have been up at 6 o'clock as always." He said raising an eyebrow. "How did you know that?" I asked. "I came in to check to make sure you were alright and you were in your chair reading. Care to explain why?" He asked. "I had a nightmare, and I knew I wouldn't fall back to sleep so I was reading to pass the time." I shrugged. "Come along." He said lifting me up and out of  bed. My feet gently touched the cold stone floor and I jumped. I quickly climbed back up into bed. "Its cold!" I squeaked. Dad laughed and brought over a dress and my corset. I slipped behind me changing screen and pulled my corset on. "Daddy, can you help me lace this up?" I asked. He nodded and helped me lace up the corset. He tied loose enough so I could breath properly and it wasn't uncomfortable. "Thank you." I smiled and slid into my dress.
    After I was dressed and my hair was done I climbed back onto my bed. My dad raised an eyebrow at me again. "Its still freezing cold." I state. He chuckled and lifted me into his arms. He carried me down to breakfast, where my mother was waiting with an evil glare. "Mother is giving me the death glare and its scaring me." I whisper in my dads ear. "Its alright I have you, your safe." He said. "Look who finally decided to get up." Mom said. I looked down trying to avoid her gaze. "I honestly swear that you purposely try to annoy me." She said. "Love, that is enough. She has her reasons." Dad spoke. "I do not care. I am her mother she will learn to do as I say." She spoke a bit loudly. "Mirena, that is enough." Dad snapped at her. Mother quickly stopped and said nothing more, she simply glared at me.
    I kept my gaze down at my food to avoid the gaze as best as I could. I eat breakfast in silence and finish quickly. I push my plate away signaling that I was done. "May I please be exscused?" I ask quietly, only dad heard me. "Yes Elise you may be excused." He said. I smiled at him and quickly stood. I scurried off to the library.
   I opened the heavy oak door to my favorite room. I look up at all the enormus book cases stacked high with books. I grabbed a book and sat down. I opened the book and started to read. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed through out the library. "Ellie?" Victoria's melodic voice asked. "Up here Vicky." I call down from the small loft I was perched in. She climbed the stairs and sat next to me. "Why did you wake up so late this morning?" She asked. "I had a nightmare last night and couldnt fall back asleep. So I was reading and eventually I got tired again. And mother was mad at me for not wanting to get up." I say simply.
     My mother and I don't exactly see eye to eye. She wants me a perfect, proper, pampered, princess. That's NOT who I am. I'd rather be off with my dad on the battle field, in the training room hacking things into little pieces, or be in here reading my blue eyes out. I admit that I am a princess but I mean I am Vlad Tepes's youngest daughter! I am actually a princess! "Yeah she is not happy. She's been muttering all morning." She said. "Oh well. I honestly do not care. She can mutter all she wants. It won't help anything at all." I say. "I know. If it helps I am here if you want to talk." She said. "Thanks Vicky. I love you so much." I say hugging my older sister. I rested my head on her shoulder and we just talked, as she ran her fingers through my long black curls. I smiled in content, I loved my sisters they understood me. They knew me almost as well as my dad, but my dad knows me the best. The twins know when I need my space, and to leave me be for a while. They give me advice when I need it, and more often distract me from one of mother and I's constant disagreements. Ingeras helps a lot to, he like to help me train. I almost always win, he claims he lets me win but I know that's not true. He does it to keep what pride he has and I'm alright with that. I think its quite amusing to see him tell his friend how heets me win to make me feel better. I usually end up laughing so hard I make myself sick. At which point I'm put into bed and stuck there the rest of the day.
     I do hate how my brother and sisters have a great amount more freedom than I do, but being youngest has its privileges. I am the only child still small enough to sit on my dads lap and snuggle with him when he tells us stories. I get away with a lot more stuff then they do. Plus we all know I am my fathers favorite child, I am his little girl, and hopefully the last child. I like being able to have the attention from my father, its not like my mother doesn't give me attention because she does. But with so many of us we're all constantly fighting for the attention of our mother. But I don't have to fight for my fathers attention because I always have it. Eventually I drift off into a calming sleep, again.