The Two Alphas

[11]

Dracula

What I wouldn't give, to go back in time and fix my mistakes. This boy, this human. Bound to a wheelchair for maybe the rest of his life, practically smacking me in the face with such obvious logic. I know he isn't human, but the fact that he's so... disabled, I cannot help but call him just that.

I'm quite thankful he yelled at me, and I'd probably be in a moment of sheer happiness if he'd punched or slapped me for being such the most pathetic being to have ever been created. I'm a vampire, and not only just that, I'm the king. The King of the Vampires, Dracula himself. I should've done what I needed to.

Take my son from that mage's arms no matter how innocent he thought his actions were, and kill the bastard. Now here I was. Sitting on a sofa, in the pack house of where my son resided. Only problem, I didn't know who it was. If I did, and if the mage's curse was true, my son would die. Oh god, I don't even want to face him. All I remember is his dark hair and green eyes, I never even got to name him.

Are his new parents nice? What did they name him? Alex, Bruce, Daniel? How did his personality turn out to be? Is he a leader? A submissive? Either way and if I could, I would just hold him in my arms for all eternity. If he was raised a leader, I wonder what sort of leader. A kind one, or a cruel one? If he was raised to serve, I want to know how he was treated. Like the prince he was born to be, or was he treated like a slave?

"What are you thinking about, sire?" My general Marcus asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face when I was pulled back into reality, "We tried to get you to answer Theo's question, but I don't even know if you were listening."

"My apologies, I was just wondering how my son was brought up. I missed all of it..." I answered honestly, looking to the boy in the wheelchair, "What is it you were asking me?"

"I wanted to know what your son looked like. He may have been a baby, but there are always some features a parent can never forget, especially when you only had you child for less than twenty-four hours." He then asked, "So, anything about him you could tell us?"

"He had my hair, black as ever," I said, looking back to when my baby boy was in my arms, "and her mother's eyes. Green, very green I might add." That was all I could give, in a physical sense. He was too young to have anything about his personality, a blank slate. However, I looked back to the moment when he was captured, the mage in front of me. My son was crying, crying to the heavens for it was so loud. When he wailed, his upper lip was curved upward in a way I have never seen any of my children do. As he cried, the curve of his lip revealed his fang.

I hadn't noticed I had my eyes closed when recalling the scene until I opened my eyes. Everyone was looking at me, wanting to know if I knew any more. I took a breath of air, and slowly exhaled, "The first time he cried, his lip curved upward. Not the way any normal person would. His lip was curved in a way you could see the whole side of his upper gums, and his little fang."

"We'll call down every boy here with black hair and green eyes," Cloud stated, "how old would you son be right now?" I thought about it for a moment, then responded, "He should be eighteen now, I can't be wrong..." Cloud nodded, and asking who I assumed was his beta, to retrieve every male pack member what was eighteen with black hair and green eyes.

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"Is this everyone?" I asked Cloud, glued to a kitchen stool as I observed all the teenaged boys scrambling in the living room, which totalled in six. Some warriors brought back the rest of the pack since most had evacuated, the ladies nice enough to help clean up a mess I don't really care about. They were boys of all sizes, talking and fooling around while I sat back and watched. I don't even think they noticed Dracula himself was in their pack house. Either that, or my cloak was still on. Looking over my shoulder, I saw one of the two gold clips that held my cloak in place over my attire. I stood up and walked over to the bunch of teens, only a couple actually noticing my presence.