Castle Of Tears

Chapter 7: Dracula

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"My love for you will transcend time. You are the light of my life, the only source of light this wretched heart of mine needs. I shall love you until the fire takes me, but even then my love will burn for all eternity. It will never dwindle, it will forever rage on." 

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Dracula Vlad Tepes walked through the halls of his castle with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow. 

He was brooding, contemplating whether or not he should rip the French vampire to shreds when he reached her chambers.

Just the thought of her had him simmering, causing his strides to quicken, reflecting his volatile temper.

As he walked through the labyrinth of halls, his cape billowing behind like a trail of death, he could feel the wary stares of his servants. 

They bowed or curtsied out of respect, but they did not dare look him in the eye; for his gaze burned with a fierce gleam and his lips a taut line of disdain. Their master was clearly in a foul mood. They did not want to incite his wrath.

Dracula could sense the fear in his servant's hearts as he passed them, but they did not cower. They had become desensitized long ago, milling about as nothing was wrong—happy enough that it was not them that had caused his displeasure.

He gave them all a withering glare before thundering past like a dark cloud. He had secretly hoped that one of them would have overstepped their bounds.

This way he could have quelled his rage by killing one of them, instead of harboring such dark urges when he met with the vampire that stole from him.

It was a great feat that he had not killed her the moment he found her tomb in the deep mountains located in her birth country. 

She was lucky he needed her alive.

 Angelique Amantine Bellerose, the daughter of a French Duke and Wife of a late French Count. The current thorne at his side.

She was the one who had provoked his ire, sending him mad with bloodlust as he made his way to her in the east end. By walking and taking his time to reach her, he believed his temper would subside, but it was proving to be wrong.

He curled his lip at the thought of her transgressions. She had stolen from him, and killed his top general, all for her lover who was human!

For three years she had galavanted with a pair of mortals—knights of the brotherhood—to help hunt and kill her own kind. 

The betrayal disgusted him.

 But that was not what why she had caught his attention. It was because she had stolen something from her late husband, something that was given to him by Dracula. 

Something that he wanted back.

His face darkened, his eyes glowing red with wroth.

It was the only leverage she had on him, the only reason she was brought back here intact; along with that servant of hers, who needed undo the spell that had kept her cucooned in sleep for the last five years.