Crimson † Chess (Vlad Dracula)

Begins ( 1)

Note: (Vali Draganu= Kazıklı bey/Voyvode=Vlad III Drǎculea)

It was a summer night in London and several American college girls decided to visit. Tonight was a nightclub for role-playing. It consisted of steampunk, corpse bride, punk, goth and of course the top dressed goths: vampires. Hence the name of the club, Altered Realities.

Gabriel "Angel" Steiger was dressed between steampunk and gothic but a hint of being an Angelic Hunter of evil. Her friends actually called her Angel or Belle Morte. Her name was Gabriel not Gabriella and she made a point of it.

Her appearance was a blood red leather trench with laces and buckles. A grey poet shirt over black suede pants with silver Ankh buttons down the side of the legs. Her boots were four inch thick soled blood red boots. A grey top hat with a skull imprint and a dragon head walking stick to complete the look.

"Angel! Come on! Dance with us! Lucas says he'll dance with you..." her friend Rachel motioned.

"No thanks! I'm good!"

Gabriel continued to drink sweet port and watch her four other friends dancing. Sheri was a redhead, Dana and Diana, the twins, brunettes and Rachel was black haired, who had tried to get her on the dance floor.

Gabriel had silky blonde hair with blue green eyes. She was self conscious when dancing and her outfit wasn't much for swaying and grinding. Her friends were a hit as they bumped and grinded with men of all ethnic backgrounds.

The 'vampires' were of European descent.

"Evening my dear, I have not seen you here before," the man said with an elegant English accent.

"And a fine summer evening to you sir," Gabriel replied as she turned to face the man only to be at upper chest level. Her head was a chin rest for him.

Gabriel made a quick up and down look then turned sideways, in case he wished to talk more. The man was late twenties maybe thirty, with long ebony black braided hair and slight facial hair. He had high cheekbones and a nose portioned to his face neither too small or large and bulbous.

The sparse facial hair made him look young as it wasn't full or thick. His lips were inviting, the kind women wanted to kiss and get him to stick his tongue 'down' their throats. His slender build also made her think late twenties. A double breasted black suit. The tie had a stylized eye of Ra. He was a looker for sure yet he made her uneasy. He was too beautiful and slightly too pale but vampires didn't exist.

He was an expensive poser...but why did she feel he was the 'real' deal? Her mind couldn't wrap around that idea.

"Do I meet your approval?" the man asked, a small smile crossed his lips like a cat.

"Oh! I didn't mean to be rude, just wanted to see how you're dressed being the club it is," Gabriel looked puzzled. "I am not sure of your look. Egypt 1920's the discovery of King Tut."

"Quite perceptive which begs the question, an educated woman or college bound?"the tall Englishman asked.

"Ancient religions major with a minor in ancient history. I just returned from studying in Japan. The subject was Onna Bugeisha," Gabriel smiled at the handsome but pompous man.
She turned to see her friends talking to vampire posers.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Can't we come to one club were poser vampires aren't on the menu? Stupid, weak omega boys can't get fucked otherwise so pretend to be sadist alphas by dressing up vampire! What the hell?" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

The Englishman was named Vali Draganu and he was actually Romanian. He was not in his late twenties but over five hundred and indeed a vampire. He was a touch amused by this outlier of a human female. She was refined but chose to be vulgar. With an American accent Vali had never heard before, the word ' fucking' rolled off her tongue like sweet nothings. She put omega, poser, sadist, alpha and vampire in one derogatory phycological statement.