A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

37: the end?

Alfred returned for Tricia, finding her not in the spot she was in before. He went to the bedroom and found a note folded on her pillow. He went over and picked it up.

Dear Vladimir,

I love you, always and forever. Please, return to normal. I hope that maybe if I leave, that you will. I love you so much.

Signed, Tricia Brannon.

"He's not going to be happy about this." Alfred mumbled, realizing her scent and cloths were gone. How had she disappeared so quickly, he walked to the window and looked out to the moon in the sky.

He left the room and entered the dungeon, where Vladimir hang from chains. "She's gone...." was all he mumbled, as he looked at Alfred. "Yes sir, I'm afraid she is." Alfred agreed solemnly. Red eyes pierced the air, as Vladimir took a breath in. "A life without her, is no life I wish to live." He growled and shut his eyes, falling limp and into the deep slumber he had been in previously.

Alfred unchained him, and with the help of another placed his master into his bed. "Until we see her again. Her fate is sealed to be here, that shall never be unwoven." Alfred mumbled, walking away and locking the bed chambers behind him.

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Tricia took a breath in, sitting in her seat in first class. Home was where her heart wanted to be... sort of. She looked out her window and tears flowed from her eyes as fresh as before. What would her family think of her being turned.

Hours passed but the plane landed back in Georgia. Home, sweet home. Tricia got off the plane and nearly tackle hugged her older brother. "It's good to have you home pipsqueak!" He teased, hugging her tight.

Tricia laughed, though it didn't seem to touch her eyes at all. "It's good to be home." She lied, her heart wished to be back in Transylvania, with Vladimir. But knew it'd be better that she was home.

She smiled as she rode in her brother's truck to the old farm, nothing seemed to have changed. Her brother stopped the truck, as she got out she was greeted by her parents with warm, loving hugs. Her grandfather's attitude, however, seemed like he couldn't care about her.

It was later in the day, her parents left her alone with her things to get settled. A knock came on her door.

She turned to see her grandfather, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. "Hi grandfather." He narrowed his eyes, walking toward her. "So, after eight hundred long years. He managed to get me back." He snarled, giving a tsk kind of grunt. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Tricia lied, as he gave her a blank look. "Child, I'm over eight hundred years old. Don't even try to pull that lying with me. I seen right through you at dinner, I may be old. But I am not stupid." He snapped.

Tricia looked confused, before looking guilty. "You mean Vladimir." She paused and before her grandfather could say anything. "He loved Sarah, he didn't kill her. A lord douku did." Tricia began to defend her love, only to be met with her grandfather's hand. "You have no idea what you're talking about." His Romanian accent thicker than usual. "Lord douku found Vladimir over her in the garden's. He came to me immediately. I found him hunched over her, his fangs in her throat. Vladimir is no lord, and he's definitely a monster. And now look at you." Her grandfather jestured at her. "He's manipulated you, and even worse made you into a vampire whore!" He smacked his granddaughter again, sending her into the floor.

Her parents rushed into her room, screaming at the old man for hitting their little girl. He glared at all three. "Don't tell me, you can't sense what she's become. My own daughter can't tell when her child has been turned into a monster. You'd think having me around, you'd sense it." He growled, Tricia touched her mother's hand. "I know well enough that hit didn't do any damage." He growled as she looked at her mother. Her face showed no damages. Her eyes were, however, blood red in color.

Her mother and father released her and backed away. Waiting for the attack. She simply looked at them, with a blank look on her face. "Why are you here? Did he send you to finish me off?" Her grandfather cracked his fingers, steeling himself for a fight. "No, I left on my own free will." Tricia said before hugging her knees close.

Her grandfather looked puzzled. "I'm sure he knows. Your blood smells exactly like mine." He said before lowering down to look her in the eyes. "He went savage, and I left hoping he'd return to normal." She said with fresh tears threatening her eyes.

Her parents hugged but kept their distance. "But he did turn you." Her grandfather looks more puzzled. "Yes, I'm no longer human." She looks sad. Her grandfather pulled her into a hug. "Don't return to that place. Promise me, you won't." He whispered into her ear, as she hugged him tightly. "I promise I won't return." She'd cry into his chest.