A Lonely Prince with Fangs (completed)

Bad Romance

I opened my eyes and found myself in an old office. The sounds of police cars and taxi drivers yelling at pedestrians could be heard out the window. I stepped towards the window which had shades drown over it and peered out at the old street. Someone was waving around newspapers and shouting out the date. It was October 22, 1949. Clicking then came to my ears and I turned to find a man at an old typewriter, clicking at the keys in a fast paste motion. It was the Count no doubt. His broad shoulders and his skinny waist was a dead give away. He wore a loose white tank and suspenders. He stood up and ripped the paper from the typewriter and began reading over his words. I could feel frustration coming from him. Suddenly, a woman came through the door. She was very beautiful. She had rich red hair which she wore up. She had sharp cheekbones and evil looking green eyes. She had large breasts and showed them off with undone buttons on her cuffed-sleeve shirt. Her tight blue skirt and high heels illuminated her figure. She was beautiful. She made me look down at my own black dress and flats and wish I looked more like her. She came into the room and Alexandru didn't even look up at her. She dropped papers down on the table and came up to the vampire.

"Alex," she began, "you have been ignoring me all day!" Her face showed no anger.

The Count stopped and allowed his paper to fall to his waist. "I am sorry, my love," with that he cupped her cheek in his large hand and planted a kiss on her lips.

I wanted to look away to give them privacy but I couldn't get over the feeling I was having in my heart. Because ... I didn't feel any love in that kiss.

"I have been so focused on writing up this report." It was strange hearing Alexandru use an American accent instead of his Romanian one. I kind of liked the American one better but tried not to think about it.

The woman sat on his desk and folded her legs. "Postwar is so exhausting,"

"That was four years ago my dear," Alexandru had gone back to advising his paper. He then grabbed a pencil and wrote on the rough draft. He then slipped a new piece of paper into the typewriter and went back to typing vigorously. The woman just watched.

"Done!" The Count stood up and ripped the paper from the holder. He took off his suspenders and slipped into a white collared shirt. He pulled his suspenders back on and went to tuck in his shirt until his woman did. Once his shirt was tucked in the redhead wrapped her arms around him and shoved her face in his back.

"Alex," she turned him around and looked at him earnestly. She tilted her neck and said, "please, have some," I thought back to a month ago when Alexandru had told me that he hadn't tasted blood since Marishka.

"I will not drink your vile blood." The vampire simply stated without expression on his face. The woman looked taken back as Alexandru slipped out of her remaining grasp. He made his way to the door until the woman grabbed a dagger from under her skirt and threw it at the back of his head. I watched as the Count stopped time and caught the knife.

Time went back to normal and the woman looked once again taken back.

"It looks like I need to rewrite my report, for we have put the wrong man behind bars, Aleera." The Count smiled devilishly and Aleera began stepping back.

"You won't kill me, you love me too much. You are my dog!" Alexandru looked down. And closed his eyes.

"You are right, I can't kill you, I love you too much." He wasn't lying. "But he can," Alexandru moved from the door and someone barged with a small gun and shot Aleera. Alexandru ran to her and held her in his arms. He cried and sniffled back tears. He moved frustrated curls from her beautiful face and allowed his tears to fall onto her firm cheeks.

"I loved her," he confessed to the man at the door who was just watching. Alexandru looked at his own hand and added, "but she didn't love me back."

It was hard to have watched Alexandru lose his wife, fiancé, and now girlfriend. No wonder he stays clear of women. He has bad luck with them.

White smoke enveloped my vision and I closed my eyes in sorrow.