Dracula Retold

Untitled part[Past, Present, Future?]

Vlad lay on the bed that once belonged to his son. His legs were an inch too long, but his thoughts were not to it. He turned his head down and closed his eyes to kiss Ingeras' curly blonde hair. He had taken after his mother.

"Can we go riding tomorrow, papa?"

"Of course we can!"

"You most certainly cannot!'' said the queen. She could overrule the lord Impaler himself.

"Why not?" cried the Dracul men in chorus.

''Because tomorrow is the day of our risen lord."

''Oh of course! That's Easter. What was I thinking?" Vlad teased and playfully kissed his boy again.

When he opened his eyes next, he was in the bathtub.

Mirena asked what had attacked them, and he lied saying it was wolves. She asked what else was wrong and this time he honestly admitted his fear to his wife. But the queen did not fret at the impossible idea of losing her son. He confided in her that he wanted peace, starting between them.

Vlad grabbed her waist and pulled her into the bath and she screamed of joy. He pulled her into him and kissed her all he could. But then his incisors extended through her flesh and she screamed of pain. Vlad opened his eyes and saw the blood pouring down her back. He pushed her away and sat jolted in the bathtub, alone.

Vlad leapt out of the tub and was dried and dressed by the count of three. He paced his room like a caged beast, trapped by his memories. He chose to escape it all and violently opened his door to come face to face with Klaus standing guard.

"Home provides you no rest, friend?"

"It haunts me while sleep evades me."

Niklaus laughed and landed a hand on Vlad's shoulder.

"Take a walk with me then, yeah?"

Vlad shook his head and followed. They took the long way, avoiding all other life in the castle. The boys arrived at a n enclosed yard.

"Tell me you have not forgotten our place, have you?"

Vlad scoffed and turned to his friend's voice, but found himself alone. He fervently looked around him, but couldn't find Alexei anywhere. Not till he had turned a full circle and received a blow that threw him off his feet.

A sword fell next to him and the clang of the falling metal covered the hiss that escaped from Vlad upon touching the silver.

"On your feet, friend. Let us see if you are a worthy prince of Wallachia!"

Vlad smirked and found his footing, then he grabbed the cloth bound hilt of the sword and lunged forward with a yell.

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"Nyah!" He yelled, victorious over his opponent.

"Is there no one worthy of fighting me? Or do you lack luster to fight your prince!?"

He turned around and was met with a sword a breath away from his neck. His new opponent was dressed toe to head in a loose white outfit, nothing to see except the eyes.

"You wish to fight me in front of a crowd? You will make a jester of yourself!"

The challenger paid no mind to the threat and swung their sword back, preparing to fight.

"As you wish, fellow." The prince swayed his sword as well, readying to fight.

The opponent made the first blow and he blocked, pushing the other sword away with momentum. The challenger was relentless and the fight became mobile, and the casualties grew. Curtains tore, pillars bruised, vases fell and people were pushed over, but the fight went on.