Dracula's Daughter

Prologue

THE only thing that I didn't like about mortals these days was their never ending pride of themselves.

Yes. Pride. A word that burns with so much passion for each and every one of them. Endless pride that would bring them into fame, success, fortune, and satisfaction.

But, we were no different from them. We, too, were the same.

Each bloody clan, the royal clan to be more specific, were dying -- how ironic, since they, we, are already in fact dead -- to replace one clan that was on top of every clan. And that clan was us. The Dracula Clan.

The Dracula Clan has succeeded overthrowing the throne simultaneously throughout the years, decades, centuries, and so on and so forth. The one that was holding throne recently was my father. Vladimir Dracula.

Vampires didn't really despise our clan, since we have tried our utmost best to balance the ties with each and every one of the royal clan, and even the lower ones. Half of the royal clan we have befriended were our true allies, but the other half? Not so sure. Instead, they try to spread lousy rumors partaking about the doings of our clan. So far, the rumors weren't quite convincing.

Kudos for trying, though.

Anyway, I was told by my father that he was almost retiring from throning his magical throne of throneness. If that made any complete sense.

My brother, Ezekiel, the first-born, was reluctant into being the next one to have complete power over the Dracula throne.

"Am I really ready, Evelyn? Do I look that worthy of being king? Of being the next one to have the power needed to help my brethren?" He asked me one day.

I looked at him with pity, knowing that he would have know that his fate was coming for him, and it was already arriving too soon. And soon, I will have to call him as my king. Maybe. Maybe not.

I mean, come on. It was so weird calling your brother a king when he's such a total dork.

"Kiel," I say his nickname, standing up from where I was sitting.

He gave me a nervous glance, and responded back with a, "Evie."

I held him at his shoulders, and shook him a bit. He looked down at the floor, pretending to have a nice moment admiring his shoes.

"Kiel, look at me."

He didn't budge.

"Kiel." I said one more time, but more firm.

He slowly lifted his head up to look at me, and I could tell from his eyes, those easy to read eyes of his, that he was shaken. Nervous. I knew he wasn't really ready to become the next one to overrule the throne, but he knows he has to. For our clan's sake and for our bloodline, he has to.

"Evie, I'm scared."

I wore a pitiful look on my face, remembering the last time he said that to me.

"Evie, I'm scared!"

"Kiel, we'll get out of this, I promise!"