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Alexandra stared out across the ocean of grass that strayed out from the caste, watching as the sun began creeping down and away, and knew with a dread in her heart that her father would be awake soon. Vladimir, Dracula, Demon, Monster, and many more names was her father known as in an increasing velocity around the world. Yet to Alex, the man would always simply be, father. The man who had sired her eons ago, in a cursed relationship with a doomed woman. The monsters blood was her own as well, a thought that made her scowl as her tongue idly ran along the fangs sticking out from her top lip, her red eyes narrowing in a scowl. Her father embraced this curse, this evil darkness, and every day Alex disappointed the man by continuing to exist as his opposite. Her father was strong, commanding, wicked, sadistic, evil and without a sliver of remorse for his horridness. Alex had always been kind, gentle, mild mannered, and hateful of her heritage. Even now she heard her father's voice in her head, telling her to expect company. New pets of her father, more wicked creatures spawned by her fathers blood. Beneath her, as her father had always told her. Destined to kneel before Alex, who would take over this world alongside her father. Alex would do no such thing, and at last she had found a solution. Keeping it from her father had been...difficult, but now she was the man's equal when it came to their powers. She loathed the curse, but it aided her now in blocking her plans from her father.
Recently a church of the Christian God had been built in a neighboring village. This particular God and her father had a certain.....annimosity towards each other. However Alex had spoken to this God, who agreed to aid her in ridding her of her cursed life. Eager for a cure, or death should a way be found achieve that, Alex had readily agreed. And so as her father awoke and began summoning his new pets from across the lands visited, Alex slipped away, invisible to the eye, and quiet as a whispered breeze, she stepped off the balcony, gliding down towards the rolling hills of this new land. Once her feet touched the ground, she was a blur, moving faster then any human could ever hope to achieve as he raced along the fields. Her bright red eyes focused a beacon of light only she could see, a signal meant for her and her alone.
She arrived in the next town in a matter of moments, the wall of leaves and branches brought behind her by the sheer wind of her travel rushed forward, clattering against the stones of the freshly built church, the mortar still wet in some places. Waiting at the front door was a single man dressed in black. Bowing her head towards the man, Alex moved forward, going to the one place her father and her fathers pet would never get to her, even if they could find her, a place she was only allowed by the grace of this buildings Lord. She walked into the church, before following the man down the stairs to a crypt. Inside was a stone coffin, bare of any comforts. She was to be sealed away, and hidden by all until a time came when a cure for her cursed soul was found. She stepped into the coffin without hesitation, and laid her head back as the lid was eased over her with a grating noise.
She closed her eyes as she heard the priest laying the first stones of the new wall to hide her, and allowed herself to drift away into sleep, comfortable in her safety. Even the tombs marking would read as a false flag. 'Here lays Alexandru, the Son of Dracula, Future King of Vampires'. The son of Dracula was a claim many made in an attempt at fame, which ended quickly in their demise. Dracula had no son, and as such, nobody would search Alex in such a tomb, it would be deemed a simple fake, yet another layer of security for her being hidden. She took a deep breath, before easing herself into a deep slumber, eager to open her eyes once more on the day she would be freed in the truest sense of the word.
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That was almost 600 years ago, and that day had proved to be a disastrous day in history for Vampires. That was the day that Vladimir, Dracula, had met his match, and perished. The documents are lost to time, but it is said that that day was also the death of Dracula's son, and thus the end of the first, oldest, and most powerful blood line known to vampire kind. Other lines came and went, created from one or another of Vladimir's generals or pets, who in turn created more, and more. Soon the old lines began disappearing in death, or isolation, or simply lost to time. Even the church that Alexandra had been hidden away in had not survived the wears of time, now standing as nothing more then a pile of stoned covering an old tomb. One day that tomb was uncovered though, an earth quake had struck the land, minor, but enough to jostle a few stones lose. Upon the world's reemergence of such dark power, the signs became clear. Birds began flying south for the summer, cattle dying of strange diseases, a new sickness plagued a nearby town. It was clear that a new great power, or an old one revived, had made it's entrance into the modern world. Though none of it was on purpose of course. Alex had laid there sleeping, until someone came across the old hallowed ground, the Lords promise of protection keeping the ground sacred to all Vampire kind, yet a presence lingered on it's edges.
Alex awoke to the darkness of the tomb, groaning softly as she stirred to life, her coffin's lid having been knocked askew, she had awoken into this modern world. Slowly she pushed the stone lid away, letting it fall forward to fall onto the ground, the wall that had sealed her up so long ago now nothing more then a pile of rubble on the ground. A bit stiff from her slumber, she stretched herself out with another groan, her long lavender hair falling behind her, having grow long enough to tickle the back of her knees. The fine dress she had worn had since reduced to little more then bare threads dangling off her skin, leaving her naked to the world. Frowning, as she did not see the followers of the Christian God, she could only wonder where they were, and why she was awake if not by them. In fact, she sensed no life at all in the area...except no. No there was one. A taint, a cursed soul such as herself. Her eyes narrowed as her heart, which still beat after all her years of life, one of many pieces of evidence of her bloodline and purity now raced in her chest. She'd been discovered...how long had she been asleep? She was unarmed, and the hallowed ground would protect her but she couldn't just hide here for the rest of time.
Scowling, figuring that at the very least she might meet her demise and free this world from her tainted existence, she moved forward towards the hole in the ceiling where the moon light creeped in. She snagged a tapestry off the wall, long since worn away to tatters, but enough to at least cover herself, and stepped out into the world. She found to her surprise the church had long since been removed from this world, and thus her existence, and likely the search for a cure. Yet...somehow she had been found. Her red eyes darted to the source of life she felt, and saw a woman lingering on the edge of the hallowed ground. She walked with ease on the lands, moving to stand before the creature. She frowned, before reaching out with her mind, and nodding her head as she found what she searched for. "English...not the Queen's English though....some sort of strange and neglected dialect.....interesting." she said, before taking a slow breath through her nose, inhaling the woman's scent. "Hmph...you're not one of my father's pets. You're a pet of a pet's pet....third generation, maybe second but unlikely. My father's taint upon you is diluted....what sire do you call master? What is your name? How did you find me....and what do you want?" she asked, refusing to move within arms reach of this creature until she had answers, figuring that as long as the woman herself couldn't reach out and grab her, she'd be safe.
Recently a church of the Christian God had been built in a neighboring village. This particular God and her father had a certain.....annimosity towards each other. However Alex had spoken to this God, who agreed to aid her in ridding her of her cursed life. Eager for a cure, or death should a way be found achieve that, Alex had readily agreed. And so as her father awoke and began summoning his new pets from across the lands visited, Alex slipped away, invisible to the eye, and quiet as a whispered breeze, she stepped off the balcony, gliding down towards the rolling hills of this new land. Once her feet touched the ground, she was a blur, moving faster then any human could ever hope to achieve as he raced along the fields. Her bright red eyes focused a beacon of light only she could see, a signal meant for her and her alone.
She arrived in the next town in a matter of moments, the wall of leaves and branches brought behind her by the sheer wind of her travel rushed forward, clattering against the stones of the freshly built church, the mortar still wet in some places. Waiting at the front door was a single man dressed in black. Bowing her head towards the man, Alex moved forward, going to the one place her father and her fathers pet would never get to her, even if they could find her, a place she was only allowed by the grace of this buildings Lord. She walked into the church, before following the man down the stairs to a crypt. Inside was a stone coffin, bare of any comforts. She was to be sealed away, and hidden by all until a time came when a cure for her cursed soul was found. She stepped into the coffin without hesitation, and laid her head back as the lid was eased over her with a grating noise.
She closed her eyes as she heard the priest laying the first stones of the new wall to hide her, and allowed herself to drift away into sleep, comfortable in her safety. Even the tombs marking would read as a false flag. 'Here lays Alexandru, the Son of Dracula, Future King of Vampires'. The son of Dracula was a claim many made in an attempt at fame, which ended quickly in their demise. Dracula had no son, and as such, nobody would search Alex in such a tomb, it would be deemed a simple fake, yet another layer of security for her being hidden. She took a deep breath, before easing herself into a deep slumber, eager to open her eyes once more on the day she would be freed in the truest sense of the word.
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That was almost 600 years ago, and that day had proved to be a disastrous day in history for Vampires. That was the day that Vladimir, Dracula, had met his match, and perished. The documents are lost to time, but it is said that that day was also the death of Dracula's son, and thus the end of the first, oldest, and most powerful blood line known to vampire kind. Other lines came and went, created from one or another of Vladimir's generals or pets, who in turn created more, and more. Soon the old lines began disappearing in death, or isolation, or simply lost to time. Even the church that Alexandra had been hidden away in had not survived the wears of time, now standing as nothing more then a pile of stoned covering an old tomb. One day that tomb was uncovered though, an earth quake had struck the land, minor, but enough to jostle a few stones lose. Upon the world's reemergence of such dark power, the signs became clear. Birds began flying south for the summer, cattle dying of strange diseases, a new sickness plagued a nearby town. It was clear that a new great power, or an old one revived, had made it's entrance into the modern world. Though none of it was on purpose of course. Alex had laid there sleeping, until someone came across the old hallowed ground, the Lords promise of protection keeping the ground sacred to all Vampire kind, yet a presence lingered on it's edges.
Alex awoke to the darkness of the tomb, groaning softly as she stirred to life, her coffin's lid having been knocked askew, she had awoken into this modern world. Slowly she pushed the stone lid away, letting it fall forward to fall onto the ground, the wall that had sealed her up so long ago now nothing more then a pile of rubble on the ground. A bit stiff from her slumber, she stretched herself out with another groan, her long lavender hair falling behind her, having grow long enough to tickle the back of her knees. The fine dress she had worn had since reduced to little more then bare threads dangling off her skin, leaving her naked to the world. Frowning, as she did not see the followers of the Christian God, she could only wonder where they were, and why she was awake if not by them. In fact, she sensed no life at all in the area...except no. No there was one. A taint, a cursed soul such as herself. Her eyes narrowed as her heart, which still beat after all her years of life, one of many pieces of evidence of her bloodline and purity now raced in her chest. She'd been discovered...how long had she been asleep? She was unarmed, and the hallowed ground would protect her but she couldn't just hide here for the rest of time.
Scowling, figuring that at the very least she might meet her demise and free this world from her tainted existence, she moved forward towards the hole in the ceiling where the moon light creeped in. She snagged a tapestry off the wall, long since worn away to tatters, but enough to at least cover herself, and stepped out into the world. She found to her surprise the church had long since been removed from this world, and thus her existence, and likely the search for a cure. Yet...somehow she had been found. Her red eyes darted to the source of life she felt, and saw a woman lingering on the edge of the hallowed ground. She walked with ease on the lands, moving to stand before the creature. She frowned, before reaching out with her mind, and nodding her head as she found what she searched for. "English...not the Queen's English though....some sort of strange and neglected dialect.....interesting." she said, before taking a slow breath through her nose, inhaling the woman's scent. "Hmph...you're not one of my father's pets. You're a pet of a pet's pet....third generation, maybe second but unlikely. My father's taint upon you is diluted....what sire do you call master? What is your name? How did you find me....and what do you want?" she asked, refusing to move within arms reach of this creature until she had answers, figuring that as long as the woman herself couldn't reach out and grab her, she'd be safe.
