Dracula

III

Vlad watched as the young man slept in his bed. He stood by the window looking out of it once in a while. The storm had picked up to the point you don’t know if its daylight or nighttime. And the young man's phone keeps ringing.

Vlad had learned of what the noisy things are when people run around his castle. He picked up on a few things here and there over the years. He watches the snow blow around like they were in a snow globe and the wind howling like a pack of wolves on a hunt.

He was thinking of what he should do when the young man wakes up. Should he kill him? Should he let him go or keep him? Killing him he knows for sure he couldn’t do. He knows he couldn’t keep him. He could have a family that would miss him. A lover waiting at home for him. If he let him go tho he would tell people, maybe if he asked him to keep what he saw to himself.

Right now he can’t ask or tell him anything. He took a sit on the bed beside the man, just looking at him. The man's lips were parted a bit. The longer Vlad looked at the young man’s lips the more he wanted to taste them to see if they are as sweet as they looked.

He was pulled out of his little world when the young man made a groaning noise. The young man moved a little and slowly open his eyes. Eyes that looked like the ocean. The mixed blue and green. The same color eyes he falling in love with many years before. The young man looked around the room until the landed on Vlad.

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When Dax woke up he was a little confused as he looked around. The last thing he remembers before passing out was seeing the great Vlad Dracula standing right in front of him.

Soon his eyes landed on said person. “Your Vlad Dracula,” Dax said. Vlad just stood and looked at him. ‘Maybe he doesn’t know English’ Dax thought. “ Ta Vlad Dracula.” He said again. “Da” Vlad answered. “ I do speak English. If that is better for you.” He said. “Your dead,” Dax said. “That is a long story,” Vlad told him.

Dax just continued to look at him, like he's dreaming or something. Vlad cleared his throat. “It would seem you know of me, but I have yet to learn your name,” Vlad spoke. “Dax Teo Sanders,” Dax told him. “It is nice to meet you, Dax,” Vlad said to him. “I would let you go, but the storm has picked up and I’m afeared you will be stuck here for some time. There is food left here that was for the lockdown that they plan to have before the storm hit.” Vlad told him.

Dax just looked at him longer. “Will you tell me how you are still alive?” Dax asked. “I will, but first let's get you some food.” Vlad stood and held out his hand to help Dax up. Dax was hesitant at first. He placed his hand in Vlad and for someone who’s dead, his hand's very warm hands.

Vlad leads him to where the food was. Most of the food considered chips, cookies, candies, sodas and a few other things that would last without having to be cold. Dax grabbed a bag of chips and a soda and took a sit. Vlad took a seat across from him.

“The reason I’m still alive is a made a vow the day I died. Little did I know diavol would be the one to answer my vow.” Vlad told him. “Cause of that I was cursed to walked this world as a vampir or in other's eyes I’m a monstru,” Vlad told him.

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Translates: 

Ta Vlad Dracula- Your Vlad Dracual

diavol- devil

vampir-vampire

monstru-monster