Dracula's Secret

5

A/n: Christmas is coming, I can feel it.....

I returned to my house, confused, pissed off, and wishing that I'd listened to my brothers. Whoever that was, she may know who I am, but she still doesn't know who I am. If anything, she's just a crazy stalker who sits by my windows. Maybe I should place a restraining order on her. Emerson looked up from what he was doing when I slammed the front door behind me. "Welcome home."

"I shouldn't have gone," I grumbled.

"Your search wasn't fruitful? That's a surprise," Sebastian said, entering the room. "I told you that there was no point in going."

I only shook my head in response. One day, Sebastian's going to stop being so angry with me. And one day, I won't disappoint him. I await that day patiently. I grumbled to myself, "Some sympathy for the broken would be nice," as I walked away from the scene. I went into my bedroom and found my laptop. If there was any proof that what that crazy girl was saying was true, it would be on the internet somewhere. I entered Dracula's last heir, and got quite a few interesting results. 

But it was one message board in particular that caught my attention. And the reason that it caught my attention was the fact that on this particular message board, there was a family tree. And dammit, if this is a legitimate family tree, then that crazy bitch was right.

I really am related to Dracula.

It started at him, and then he married someone named Mary. From there, Mary had one child. The child was a male, my father. My father was married to someone else, my biological mother, and then he got remarried to my stepmother, who I thought was my biological mother, who'd already had two children. 

My stepbrothers. Sebastian and Emerson. They aren't even really related to me. My whole damn life is a lie. The tree was too good. It was too perfect. Even if a person knew every ounce of public information about me, they could never know these things. My parent's names, they aren't public information. I never told any interviewer that sort of thing. The accuracy just worried me. And apparently, there were a lot of doubters on the message board. I'm a real person, and so they thought that everything else was just a made up conspiracy.

Maybe it is. It's just way too good. 

There was suddenly a knock on my door. I slammed my computer lid shut. "Come in!" I called.

Emerson opened it and looked at me with concern in his eyes. "What did she tell you?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing important."

"What did she tell you?"

"I just told you that it didn't matter."

"What. did. she. tell. you?"

"Asking the question slower doesn't make me want to answer it more." I crossed my arms across my chest. "It's of no importance to you."

"Tell me that honestly. If you can't, then tell me what she said."

I stood up in frustration. "I don't need this."

"Sit down!"

I jumped. "Okay, okay." I began to sit back down. "I'm sitting back down."

"Tell me what she said, and then I'll leave you alone." The look on his face told me that he wasn't going to leave unless I just told him. What's the worst outcome that could come from this situation?

The world could explode before I get the words out. Maybe I could pray for that to happen. Though I don't really believe in God....

And so I begged in my head as my lips parted. "She told me that I was the last heir."

"The last heir?"

"The last heir."

"Of who?"

"Dracula."

"What?"

"I'm the last heir of Dracula."

Emerson's lip quirked up as he snorted. And then he guffawed. He clutched his stomach at how hard he laughed. I wanted to make him stop, to tell him that I was being serious. Then I thought better of it and joined in. "Did she really?"

"She did!" I laughed.

"That's a load of bullshit." He stopped laughing and shook his head. "I can see why you regretted going."