Dracula's Daughter

P r o l o g u e : Year 1990

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{ P r o l o g u e : Year 1990 }

It really didn't help that she was a vampire, after all the bull she's been going through.

Yeah, sure. Having immortality, high senses and supernatural powers were cool, but did it help even after her thirst for human blood started stirring inside her? Hah, hell no.

She even applied a whole lot of highschool and college schools, just to make her life a bit more "challenging", she told herself a couple of times. She was smart enough already. Look at where she ended: Graduated as valedictorian, Top 1 of every subject and class, got the teachers and some students to respect her. Well, most of the students hated her, snarling out that she was such a perfectionist and all that crap. She endured all of that, and restrained herself from not scaring the wits of other people just from showing her fangs at them.

Woah, chill down, Evelyn, she thought.

Even if she was a child of the fearsome vampire, Dracula, she still had people getting on her nerves every now and then. Being a vampire doesn't mean being insensitive or crap like that. Vampires have feelings, too, you know.

She sighed as she watched from afar the riot that took place outside of campus. Students were burning down what looked like old records of the school they were in, and Evelyn thought that they will be suspended for that. But hey, how will she even know if the teachers ever found out about it? They may never will, and maybe in a couple of years, they'll just notice that something was missing. Apart from their missing ties, though. That's all in under control.

Evelyn remembered her dad picking out a tie not long ago. It was a week ago, she thought so. He told her that he needed it for his 1,051th date. As if that didn't make it anymore awkward in the atmosphere, knowing that her dad has hit on not several, but thousands of women before and now.

God, that was embarrassing.

She also remembered asking him at that time whether if he was going to get married or not. He looked unsurprised about it, when Evelyn asked him several times in the past before he even went to his date. He gave her his knowing sad smile.

"Your mother," Evelyn raised her eyebrows at him. He never mentioned her mother. He only mentioned her name before she even died, which was so long ago. Whenever she mentioned her mother before, it hit a sensitive spot on her dad, so she decided not to bring her mother up. Not until now, though. "She, right now, is somewhere sleeping in a place where her soul is at peace. If she ever may watch me from above or below, I cannot bear to marry another woman after her, even if I have asked women several, but countless of times to make an arrangement with me. So to say, a date." He picked up two ties, one that was gray, and the other green. "So, which one is it?"

"Why stay loyal to her, dad? If you were in her place, would you not want her to be seen happy, even if it takes it for her to be with another man other than yourself? Please don't tell me you have not forgotten the past." Evelyn looked at the two ties, rolling her eyes. "Dad, you should try green. You always pick gray, for heaven's sake!" She walked towards her bookshelf and grabbed out her pending book to read, which was one of Edgar Allen Poe's works. She turned around to face her dad again, only to find his expression grim, as if to say, Are you sure green is the right one for me?

Evelyn sighed heavily and said, "Whatever, dad. If you don't like green, stay with your old ways and pick gray. Gray being your favorite color, I do not know why." She sat on a sofa, began flipping through the pages, and finding the destined page on where she stopped reading before. He happily threw away his green unused tie, like all the other ties except for his gray ones, and started fixing it under his collar and tying it.

Actually, Evelyn did know why her dad's favorite color turned out to be gray. And it was such a specific color, too, because those dull, plain ties her dad bought every single week, were the colors of her mother's eye. Looking back, she always thought that her mother was stunningly beautiful, making the men swoon before, not until her dad married her mother.

Nice catch, dad, she wanted to tell him.

After tying, he walked straight to his mirror and looked upon himself, checking if there were any errors on him. Obviously not, because even how many times he has to check up on himself, he, Evelyn had to admit, was handsome himself. Her dad had those killer looks that any woman would kill and die for, yet the women her dad had dated before did die, just for the sake of sucking that handsome face. Well, some of them. And her mother was one of the women who fell in love for him, but not for his looks alone, but his personality and his kind of heart.

After thinking about it, she looked at herself from the mirror her dad was checking on himself. She did look a lot like her mother, with the dark red hair and sharp features, yet she inherited her eyes from her dad. Not realizing, her hazel ones met with another hazel, and she quickly returned to reading her book.

Her father sighed after a moment of pause. He turned to face his daughter, who was busy reading one of her books, which her father bought for her. He cleared his throat, but Evelyn said, "I'm listening, dad."

"Evelyn, I want to grant your mother's wish, and that is for me to be happy, and you as well, but I cannot grant your mother's wish on my behalf. I can only grant yours, but I stay loyal as a dog for her. Even if there are several beautiful women out there-- and don't give me that look, but your mother successfully owned my whole heart, and it will only be hers. I do not wish to marry another woman, for your mother is the only woman I see as the most beautiful, and the only woman I will and had ever loved."

Evelyn could not believe her luck after that. After that really insighted conversation they had, the woman that her dad was dating arrived. Without knocking. Or saying hello. She just scooped in and laced her fingers to his and kissed him, sucking his face. Evelyn tried her best not to look, but it awfully distracted her from her reading, which pissed her off even more than her dad picking one of his ties out and ending up always picking the gray ones. What was worse, the lady's objective seemed to be disgusting, seeing her kiss going too deep into her dad's throat.

And then rest was history, but she still could not forget the hilarious expression her dad gave to her as the kiss stopped. He looked horrified, her dad, Dracula, horrified at some mortal lady who has an obsession over him. He seemed to realize he made his mistake of dating someone only chasing for his looks, but Evelyn couldn't blame the guy. The lady seemed to want to rip his clothes off right then and there, wasting the effort of him picking out the color of his tie.

Evelyn snapped back into reality. She was still sitting on the bleachers, alone. She didn't mind it. She got used to it over the past few of her immortal years.

She looked at her watch, surprised to see how the time flew by. It was almost midnight, her curfew. "I'm just wasting my time here. Time for me to go back." She looked whether anyone was watching her, but seeing that everyone was focusing on the riot and the things that most people were burning. She closed her eyes and drifted away, flying towards her home as a horde of bats.