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Gossip was a very horrid thing.

It was something that every woman feared in the small and unheard of village tucked away in the frozen mountainous forests of Transylvania with every bone in her body.

Gossip that the one who they feared most of all was looking for a new consort- a new toy. A new lover.

"Should we hide our daughters?" Cried one woman, clutching the shoulder's of her nearly fourteen year old child.

"Any woman from sixteen to twenty should be hidden away!" Bellowed a man, slamming his port mug onto the long wooden tables of the Chagal Inn.

The Chagal Inn was the light of the sleepy and quaint village. Those who lived there often came to socialize and grab a pint of brandy or some other drink with a nice hot meal. Friend's gathered, enemies fought, and gossip was spread. No one ever came to stay in the Inn to rent a room- no one ever came to the village it's self in a hundred years...

"Oh what good would it do!" Wept Elisa Dobler. "He can wait ten years... or a thousand! Time is nothing to them. Perhaps he longs for your unborn child who sleeps in your womb, Rebecca!"

Rebecca Chagal froze and turned to face the creature who sat half drunk in an oak chair, sobbing as though the world had reached it's end, and perhaps it might have.

"Hold your tongue, Elisa." She threatened, once beautiful eyes narrowed. "How do we believe you? He chose you years ago. We all believed you had been turned."

Elisa let out a sob that made every persons blood curl. "No! No he wouldn't turn me... not even after I begged! He didn't want me, not really. And now he has cast me out because I am no longer young and beautiful!" The half-crazed woman stood, and all eyes locked upon her. "He is going to choose another. I know not when, but he will turn her into what hellish thing he is. And he is going to marry her. The Count shall have his Countess!" Elisa crumpled to the ground and wept, as two women rushed to her side and cooed false words of hope and assurance.

The Inn erupted  into terrified whispers and cries of fear, women paled and nearly fainting, men growing red faced and deadly.

The Count took what ever he wished and there was nothing they could do. He would kill them all. He and his pack of monsters like him. Oh His Excellency was a being of hell and fire, made of the devil. None could ever match his cruelty, his immorality, lusts and passions, or his power. Drinking blood of those who fell victim to him, the Count never turned a day older. He remained forever the appearance of a beautiful man of no more than thirty-two, who had owned the village Lord knows how many centuries ago. In return for the village's silence and obedience, His Excellency and his monstrous family would harm only travelers or those from other parts.

And every fifty years to a hundred, he chose a new lover. The most beautiful woman in all of the village, always eighteen years old. On most occasions that they remembered or were told stories of, were turned and when he grew board of her, he'd treat her as an immortal servant and found a new pet.

Elisa had been the most recent. She had been the most stunning young lady in all the village, golden hair and bright blue eyes. It was clear from the time Elisa was five years of age that he would choose her. Rebecca remembered the day as if it was yesterday.... it sent shivers up her spine and she gripped her swollen stomach.

What if that mad woman was telling the truth? Was the Count looking for a permanent... wife? It seemed so unbelievable that he would now. The morals that they so heavily believed in and their sacred prayers meant nothing to the vampire. But his words still echoed in her ear like a curse from ten years ago...

Elisa was correct about one thing. He could wait as long as he wished for a bride, lover, pet. He could wait eighteen years for the child inside of Rebecca's womb if he truly wished.

No. No, he'd never take her baby. She'd longed for a child for many years and given up hope until one day she was swollen in pregnancy. And only the Lord knew if the child she carried sex was female. She could very well be having a son.

Haunted murmurs that filled the tall, candlelit tavern were making her temples pound... she felt as though she couldn't breathe. Without locating her husband, Rebecca stepped outside into the bitter and frosty air outside.

They feared the darkness. But she did not. Not yet.

On her knees Rebecca fell and clasped her hands together, fingers lacing together as she shivered. Her faded blue and nearly a rag shawl blew around her, offering no comfort.

"Lord Most High..." her lips trembled. "If you give me a baby girl please... I beg of you... please don't let her be taken by him. Please.... please...."

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Video: Preview of the Russian production of TdV
Why: I encourage you all (in fact- you must) watch these videos that I post because it will help you understand or picture the story better. And I'm spending a long time building this
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I hope you all like the sneak peak at this new fanfic I'm testing out. Loooove TDV so naturally I had to write about it! The story will set before, during, and after the musical. Mostly based on the original German musical but I might add in a reference to the very original movie and the broadway version.

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