"Would you like me to dress you?"
"No," he said all too quickly, picking up a deep red undershirt. "I'm not terribly useless on my own."
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In a little village, there was a castle where a young man lived. He hardly left his abode and the...
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The huge doors slammed shut with a loud creak behind him, blowing a soft breeze past Dracula. He inhaled the aroma of freshly new flowers and oranges along with various other scents he couldn't decipher.
Twirling his cane in his left hand -that had a crow mantled at the top- as he began to strut to the right down the long corridor full of large stained windows depicting different pictures of humans. His unkempt hair swayed slightly behind him and his clothes ruffled by how swiftly he was moving.
He was a bit irritated by the mortals, but he wouldn't go as far as saying he hated them. He's merely done with unnecessary problems that kept rising out of the depth of nothingness to cause a ruckus made for him. Would he want them to just disappear? Most definitely. For them to die? Absolutely not. The point here was that he simply wanted to have peace and quiet, so he could continue doing what he would normally do. Sleep, read, eat, repeat. There were times where he wanted to find love and be blissfully happy even if it was a short while, but it was always a passing thought that occurred to him here and there. Dracula rather had his boring and simple life because, with each passing century, there were new things to learn and more knowledge to consume. That was the only reason why he wanted to be immortal. The only means for him to live on as well now.
As he occasionally glided the bottom of the cane on the stone walls, he was mumbling to himself about he should be asleep and in peace, but no, the mortal beings wanted to cause a riot. What was it this time? They always blamed him for things he doesn't do! Sure, he takes the occasional farm animals, but he mainly took wild creatures out in the woods at night.
"Sire," a familiar female voice started, making him turn to see Elizabeth standing there with an umbrella clasped in both hands -lifted up to level with him, and resumed, "You mustn't forget this or you'll end up getting badly burnt. We wouldn't want that for you and neither would you." She knew if they allowed him to go out there to confront the mob without his umbrella, they would have to hear his constant complaints about how badly it hurts and they rather not listen to that for hours on end -possibly days.
Dracula smiled widely with his fangs and teeth showing, grabbing the object out of her delicate tiny hands. "Thank you, Young Cypher. I'm taking a gander that you and the staff rather not hear my complaints."
"We are only concern for your health, my lord," she lied, hands holding one another and resting in front of her.
He laughed wholeheartedly before responding with, "You are concern, but it's mainly because of what I said." She sighed then gave him a small nod to indicate that he was right. "After I settle this matter with the village people, all of you can leave and spend the day however you like."
