*Warning-Story contains sexual content, language and graphic images of violence.
Dracula's daughter Una Bella Morte is alive and well in modern Italy, but her father's legacy has been nearly been eradicated by the remaining coven's abandonment of I...
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In the crypt, Una Bella approached the ancient shrine, opening one of her veins. Dark blood dripped down her arm. It fell from her fingertips onto the crypt encasing her father's dust.
My blood calls you Father, awaken!
She knew the vault didn't contain his entire body. Supposedly, there was only his essence. A smudge of dust rescued from the wind by one Vladimir's most loyal acolytes when he was killed over five hundred years ago. To protect it, the Elders had identified this tomb as a sacred shrine never disclosing that the remnants of their leader's genetic material resided here.
Is it enough to bring him back? Remaining as still as the stone in the crypt, Una Bella anxiously waited with growing excitement.
The solid vault grew warm, as if it was an oven warming bread. After an hour, she heard something stirring in the sarcophagus. Scurrying mice, or was the transformation working? To determine which, she moved aside the vault's heavy lid.
Inside lay her father's form, but not as she remembered. Involuntarily, she gasped at how young and handsome Vlad The Impaler's rejuvenated form looked. Recast in his prime, Dracula, The Prince of Darkness, slowly awakened becoming aware of his surroundings.
"Father, rise." Una Bella coaxed him.
Vladimar's piercing eyes opened, then after a minute he slowly sat up, resting his gaze on Una Bella.
"Daughter." He smiled slowly, showing extremely white teeth. Una Bella laughed delightedly.
"What year is it, Una Bella?" He reached his hand up to her, his long unused voice raspy trying to find it's timbre.
"The year is 2018. You have been dormant over five hundred years, Father."
"Interesting. Thank you for awakening me, little one." Sitting up, he smiled at his daughter, his eyes searching for the exit. "More than anything, I want to see the outside world again. And to taste it."
The blood she'd provided him had been strong. He was weak and pale, but his body nearly intact. Reading his mind, Una Bella pulled out a pair of sunglasses handing them to him.
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"We will rejoin the world where you can find fresh blood. Come father." Thank you for reading! 👻
