All Over Again (A Young Dracula Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Fifteen: Abstract Poison

A/N: Hello to all my lovelies, I cannot believe that you guys 4.2 K + reads on 'All Over Again'! Honestly, I was actually crossing my fingers that I would at least get 50 or so reads, but I got way more! So I thank you with all my Young Dracula fangirl heart.

P.S. THIS CHAPTER HAS TECHNICAL AND POSSIBLY BORING LANGUAGE! Sorry. 

Without further adieu, let us begin!

~Wishi x

Chapter Fifteen

Riley's POV

I never noticed how blue the sky was. It was not blue like Caribbean sea water or blue like woven blanket my mother had knitted me for Noapte de Putere, but blue like poison; dark and cunning. You could never trust the sky for one day it would give you hail and thunder and another day give you sunshine and warmth. 

I remember when Talise once told me that if you stop and listen to the clouds long enough, you could hear them talking about their plan to swallow the Sun. I always laughed at her when she spoke such words. A few hours later, it would rain or become dark and Talise would always shut our giggling with a quiet, 'I told you so.' Talise was a strange girl with strange ways of understanding life, but however she was doing it, she was doing it right.

Reminiscing about my time at home made me shed a few tears, like the clouds did outside. I didn't even know what 'home' was anymore. After they kicked me out, I had no where to go. I don't regret standing up to Șef de Vrăji. He was a cruel man who gave women no rights. Our clan deserved to know what he was up to.

I pulled out the letter I was attempted to hide from Vlad last night. I read it to myself, away from the door or any window (which was covered in a linen cloth anyway), in case prying eyes ruined my chances of protecting the one and only suitable heir to the Dracula throne. I began reading the letter, fearing that it would lead me to tears.

***

Dearest Destiny,

You will probably receive this letter after I have finally reached the land of Heaven. Death doesn't notice time. Death takes the ones you love away without even one glance at their lives or loved ones; their age or ambitions. I hope you understand, that although I may not be visible in your eyes, I watch over you every single day. 

You must understand, my dearest daughter, that it was no-one but my idea to departure from Earth and leap into Heaven. It was my fault that the infuriating and devilish vampires found out about our clan and breed and I needed to pay the price. All magic comes with consequences, my dearest Destiny. 

I was so physically and mentally tired. Tired of running. Tired of suppressing the magic I was capable of. I just wanted to die.

Right there and then.

You must understand my situation and forgive me, my child; for I had no choice but to leave you with your Aunt. I assure you, she will change your name, give you a new identity and perhaps you will start fresh, in a town in which the war has not reached.

To be honest, I wanted to close my eyes and never open them again. 

This letter is not only an explanation for my actions, but a warning as you will inherit similar powers to mine and I am afraid that you will not be able to control them and commit crimes that God may not forgive. Suicide is not the answer. It was my answer, but not yours, Destiny. 

You need to find Vladimir Dracula. The Book of Fates clearly states that he is The Chosen One and that he can suppress your powers. I cannot find him for the war is currently occurring, but I know you can. Find him. 

Do whatever is necessary to get close to him. Never tell anyone of your powers. Use them wisely. I'll be right here, my dearest child. Right here.

Love,

Valentina Marie Johnson; Daughter of Marcus Johnson II

***

"Are you crying?" Vlad questioned, making a heart jump a few inches. I hadn't noticed that he was in the room. I sat on the letter quick enough for Vlad to not realize and slowed down my heart rate to avoid any suspicions.

I shook my head in denial, although it was quite obvious that I was. "I'm guessing it's about your family or something." I nodded slightly. I suppose 'clan' was 'family'. I sniffed.

I looked at Vlad who had evidently stopped paying attention to my runny nose and 'leaking' eyes. He was continuously darting his eyes across the bottles of unicorn blood. I shouldn't have lied to him about their existence. I should tell him everything, but I'd probably lose all my powers, and I needed them. 

"What would happen if I drank a bottle?" he asked, turning his head back at me. 

There was silence.

I sniffed.

Vlad raised his hand and wiped away a single tear with his cold, smooth fingertips. "Nothing. Unicorns aren't real, remember?" I tried to giggle a fake laugh to 'put him off'. He strolled causally towards one bottle that said, 'HATE'. "What are you doing?!" I bellowed, my voice echoing possibly down the hallway.

"I trust you when you say that nothing will happen to me. So if I drink this, nothing should happen to me, right?" Vlad waited for his answer.

I couldn't approve of this. He's The Chosen One. What if that took his immunity from unicorn blood? He would turn into a soul dripping with such strong, hateful poison seething with anger and spite. I was supposed to protect him, not experiment on him.

I was reluctant, but I had to give Vlad his answer. "I still don't think it's a good idea," I replied.

However, before I even passed the second word in my reply to his question, he uncorked the bottle as took a few sips from it, careful not to drop anything on the floor. He gulped it. There wasn't much. You could see a dark purple smudge on his lips.

I waited. We both waited. I completely forgot about my letter and stood up to aid Vlad in case he needed an antidote (which by the way I didn't own, but mentioning the word 'antidote' always rose hope).

Anticipating was swallowing me. It was like a poison. A poison that was taking far too long to take action. The reference to 'swallowing' made me reflect on the clouds and the utterly depressing weather outside. It made me think of Talise. It made me think about her theory on the sly clouds who looks innocent, but they were cunning and secretive. It made me think about my Mother. It made me think about her order to find Vladimir Dracula.

Nothing happened to Vlad. I inhaled once more. Relieved, I sighed.

Abruptly, choking noises were heard.