Count Mickey Dragul is undoubtedly in love with vampire hunter Oswald Van Helsing. He believes Oswald is playing hard to get. After countless times of trying to court the rabbit, he resorts to making a variety of love potions to gain the rabbit's lo...
A little one-shot of what if Octavia and Michaela met if they were younger; it would explain why she fell for her dear little rabbit. lol just a little fluff to get my juices flowing for NagaMickwald :3 Enjoy!
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Michaela wondered if it was possible for a vampire to sleep while flying. With the way, her tutor jabbered on, Michaela wouldn't be surprised if she nodded off in her bat form. She had hoped that by combining her lessons as a princess with her vampire training, the exercise would keep her more awake. Wishful thinking, for as they made their way around the mansion again, the tutor wasn't any more interesting since when they first started out. As a matter of fact, the tutor seemed more interested in hearing himself speak than making sure she was paying attention. Michaela decided to further test her theory, by quietly flapping in the opposite direction without the tutor noticing. It worked as Michaela stifled a laugh at the tutor's inability to notice her presence.
She only wandered as far as the walls surrounding the mansion's gardens would allow her, and with a sigh, she changed back; making sure to avoid the sunrays. Maybe if it was just her tutor, she wouldn't find such enjoyment in getting away. The truth was that many people in her mansion were narcissistic snobs who believed that due to their money and status, their spoken words were just as good as any commands of a god. They ignored the plight of the poor, and the ever-looming threat of humans and other warring species was not important enough to concern themselves with. It was no wonder why Michaela got along so well with the servants, as they had actual senses of humility. Still, it wasn't enough. Michaela glumly stroked the bark of her favorite tree, wishing that she could spend time with someone who'd think about everyone but themselves.
She then felt a small nudge at her shoe. Momentarily sidetracked, she looked down and saw it was a small, dirty blue rubber ball, no bigger than her palm. Confused as to where it came from, her crimson red eyes followed the messy grass trail it had created, and realized that the garden's walls were not as protective as her tutor had her believe. This area, in particular, was cracked and dirty, but what really drew her attention was the hole near the bottom, where a person could – and was in fact, doing now– easily crawl their way through. There on the ground, lying on her belly, was another small girl reaching out towards the ball, and she had stopped the moment Michaela had noticed her. They stared at each other.
It was obvious that this was a mortal peasant, since she was very filthy and her dress was two times bigger than her, no doubt a raggedy hand-me-down. Her long hair was tangled up in impossible knots, and her body's frailness said how little she could eat. If Michaela had to guess her age, she couldn't be more than a few years younger than she was. There were fading bruises on her cheek and some on her arm, and her dress had suffered some tears from squeezing itself past the hole. Despite all of these obvious flaws, her eyes seemed to garner attention away from all of them, for they were radiant, shining, and in Michaela's suddenly biased opinion, absolutely breath-taking.
Breath-taking was a fitting choice of words, as Michaela now felt she could no longer breathe. All breath, all strength, all time had been swept away from him as he stared down at this dirty girl. Sure the rabbit girl was poor and filthy, but to Michaela, she was undoubtedly the most perfect creature he had ever laid eyes on before. Granted, a bath and a comb through her hair would improve her features, but the rabbit was still gorgeous as she was now. Michaela couldn't quite understand why she was feeling this way, but she couldn't stop the rush of emotions and thoughts flooding his mind. She wanted to find who had given the doe those bruises and give them a beating of a lifetime. She wanted to stop her shivering and wrap her up in good, decent clothing to warm her. She wanted to sit her down by the fireplace and ask everything and anything about her. Michaela wanted... she wanted... man, there was an endless amount of things she wanted with the doe. Even as a vampire, she had never wanted anything so strongly before.
But what about her? What did she want? She could see the fear in those pretty blue eyes of hers, but also a shocking curiosity. Just as Michaela had never seen anyone like her, it seemed to be that she had never seen anyone like Michaela either. They were both utterly mystified by this ultimate representation of their class. Lifetimes could have passed as they stood there and they would have never noticed. Yet Michaela knew she couldn't just stand there forever with her mouth agape like some love-sick fool. She had to say something, but her brain wouldn't function.
What exactly was she supposed to say to a mortal? 'Hello mortal, I'm the Vampire Princess! You must have heard thousands upon thousands of stories of my kind. Would you mind if I steal you away and take care of you like a cute little doll'? Michaela was certain that definitely wouldn't attract the orphan to her, and it was clear she was already frightened of her, even if it was in a fixed awe sort of way. Maybe Michaela could give her the ball back. Maybe she could offer her some decent clothes and a bath. Or maybe she could keep standing there like a big idiot. Why wouldn't words come? Why was it so hard to get her tongue to move? It was just speaking! She had seen mortals do it for ages! What was it about her that made it difficult to come up with a single syllable?
"Young mistress, there you are!"
The call of her tutor broke the spell. Startled, she turned her head back to see the irritated tutor approach. She then looked right back to see, to her horror, that the mystery girl whose name she hadn't even been able to ask for, had snatched the ball and was already crawling away from whence she came. Only now did her accursed tongue work, as she fumbled to try and get her. "H-hey! Wait, come back! Please don't go!" Michaela tripped over her own feet in desperation, but the girl was already gone. Agonized at her immediate loss, Michaela sat up and banged on the damaged wall with her fists, begging uselessly for her mysterious maiden to hear her. "I-I'm not going to harm you! P-please! Please come back!" But there were sounds of footsteps fleeing, and even if she could hear Michaela, she still wouldn't turn back.
The tutor had begun lecturing Michaela about the importance of the lesson she had missed out on, but she couldn't care less. Something momentous and wonderful had just happened, and it was over all too soon. What was she supposed to do? Just pretend nothing happened and go on with her aristocratic life? The concept was profound! Michaela had to find her again. There was no argument, despite the lack of logic to the idea. She just had to find her and that's all there is to it. Michaela needed to see her again. She was quiet as she continued to sit in the dirt, her mind putting together a plan of how to find one peasant in a city of millions.
As for the one in a million peasant girl, she didn't stop running until her feet were screaming in pain. She collapsed in a small alleyway, breathing heavily as she looked up at the sky. There had been a risk of playing so close to those walls, but she never thought her bad luck would be so terrible that she'd actually be seen by someone. And what a someone! She had no idea she had seen a princess let alone a vampire, but judging from her clothes, she had guessed she was someone of great importance. How much trouble would she be in for those seconds of intrusion? She held the ball close to her chest, eyes on the cold clouds above.
Yet there hadn't been any anger in that beautiful face or even a single trace of disgust. She couldn't find a word to match her expression, as she had never been looked at in such a way. She had seen happiness and kindness in the little children she liked to play with, in the streets, and forms of sympathy and pity from travelers who passed her in the streets. None of those could quite match up to what the girl had. She would have never known the words called 'fascination', 'attraction', and 'smitten', for such fanciful words and thoughts weren't meant for a worthless girl like her. Though she didn't understand the princess's expression, she found herself enjoying what she had seen. It was... nice. Very nice.
She had once heard the children talking about make-believe creatures called 'angels'... divine beings who loved everyone unconditionally and were exquisitely appealing entities that could not be matched on earth. Maybe that's what she saw on the other side of that wall. She knew she would never see that face again, so she closed her eyes, recalling it as best she could so she could imprint it in her mind forever. She breathed softly, smiling sweetly, as she committed to memory the face of the so-called 'angel'.
