Ulaf's silver sword glinted as the torchlights flickered, disturbed by the sudden change in the room's atmosphere. Holy water dripped from the tip of his sword like a bead of golden mead, freshly prepared for what he had set out to do for nearly his entire life. Finally, would he face the cursed creature that has taken so much from him, finally, he would slay the bastard responsible for his beloved's death. The cost of his miserable life was a pittance to him; Ulaf would have his revenge.
The heavy double doors creaked as they opened, announcing the arrival of the familiar sounds of clacking heels on the marble floor. Ulaf stared as the ornate metal doors opened to darkness, where nine creatures divorced from the shadows within. Their skin was pale, like corpses drained of life. Eyes dyed a deep succulent rose red. And a beauty beyond imagination, forever outside the father of time's clutches. They were seductive creatures who gave pleasure and pain to those who were foolishly brave to walk the nights alone. The spawn of the impaler himself, lord Tepes, the accursed vampires.
The sound of leather squeaked as Ulaf tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. His body tensed as he felt the rush of blood coursing through his trained body. The number of spawn he brought was unexpected, but Ulaf had no complaints. He said his goodbyes already; his death this night was assured, this he knew. But one thing he would accomplish at any cost is taking the head of the long raven hair man before him.
"I'm really quite sorry for the trouble, dear guest."
The raven hair man said as he gave a courteous bow to Ulaf. Prompting the eight women evenly flanked his sides to curtsy. Ulaf expected the vampire to laugh at him and call his efforts vain. Ulaf stifled his surprise and sniffed dismissively, casting disrespect upon the vampire's greeting. In return, the raven-haired man grinned, his pale lips ever so slightly.
"I care not for the greetings of creatures such as yourselves."
Ulaf spat, his words dipped in the simmering juices of his malice. The raven hair man sighed as if exhausted. How he did such a thing illuded Ulaf, for he knew these creatures could not breathe. They were, after all, the undead.
"Oh, dear god, not another one."
"You're boasting will not sway my actions tonight, vampire! However many you felled before me ends here!"
Ulaf yelled as he glared at the man who stood before him, his simmering rage overflowing within his body.
"Vampire?"
"You have no room to deny it! I've slain your kin on my way here, monster!"
"You what?!"
The raven-haired man exclaimed in shock, his jaw slacked and mouth gapped as he stared the Ulaf, who relished in delight below the stairs. Simultaneously, the women who stood aside the raven-haired man also cried out; their wails rang throughout the majestic room. Although Ulaf was glad this creature felt the pain of loss, he thought it strange that he would mourn his lower ilk. The vampire lord was notorious for his cruelty, yet this display bugged Ulaf.
"Do not try to trick me, vampire! You care naught for your kin but don't worry, I'll send you to the same place soon. I'll have my revenge for my beloved!"
"How could you, monster!"
"You vile demon!"
The women cried as they Insulted Ulaf, who stood waiting for the vampire lord to make its move. The women's blatant provocations mattered not to him. The vampire's brides are but a minor inconvenience.
"You're beloved?"
"You acknowledged it?! That you, Dracula, killed my beloved?!"
"Dracula? I am not Dracula, you fool!"
The raven hair man roared back to Ulaf.
"Lies, this is the manor of Vlad Dracula Tepes! I know this to be a fact, vampire!"
"Do not call me a Vampire! I am Alucard Tepes, a Dampyr!”
"More lies again? Enough, come at taste the blood of your kin on my blade!"
Ulaf prepared to charge but stopped when the vampire raised his hands.
"Stoooop, stop, right there, stop. There seems to be a grave misunderstanding here. Did you not receive the news from the church?!"
Ulaf knew of no news. The church was filled with religious fools who did nothing but pray to their god whilst tragedy befell them. Ulaf did not need to hear anything from people like that, even when his friend urged him to join him for a sudden gathering before leaving the capital.
"Your face tells me you don't know, then. Dracula is dead. I killed him myself. His head was sent to the church weeks ago."
"Enough! If he was dead, how are you alive? His kin should have died along with him! Yet I find you creatures drinking the blood of your victims out of bowls and cups as if you're human!"
Ulaf spat again, unwilling to allow the vampire to continue spouting lies.
"Vampires are extinct, you fool! As I said, we are Dampyr!"
"It doesn't change the fact that your kin killed and drank the blood of the innocent!"
"Again, you're incorrect. Those poor fellows are not my kin; they are Upir! What is it the westerners call it? Pilgrim vegetarians?"
"Pilgrim Vegataerians?"
"Yes, while Dampyr is half vampire, we are also half human. We eat human food as well as blood. Upir are even less so; they are three forths human and part vampire! They do indeed drink blood, yet it of only animals!"
"Y-you lie."
Ulaf faltered as he struggled to keep up with the Dampyr's explanations.
"Let me ask you, did they attack you?"
"Of course!"
"Then, was it only after you attacked them?"
"Y-yes, they~."
Ulaf faltered again, his memory hazy as he tried to recall what had happened during his encounter. The upir's settled near fires in order to escape the cold, but it seemed to Ulaf that they were trying to pass as humans. They warmed and drank blood as if they were having tea. Ulaf knew the smell of blood, he could never forget it, so when he noticed what they were, he sprang into action and cleaved them all in two.
"You're face tells me all I need to know, human. You murdered them based on your ignorant preconceptions, and now you seek to come here and do the same to my daughters and me. While I pity the loss of your beloved, I cannot allow you to hurt my family! Here, you are the monster you claim us to be."
Ulaf stared at the man, now for the first time noticing he stood in front of his daughters protectively. He saw the fear in their eyes as they stared back at him, his sword, and the blood-stained clothes.
BluestBlueGhost t1_jb8cgum wrote
Reply to [WP] - The vampire steps out, and his daughters cower and kneel where they stand. You ready yourself for the fight. Before you can raise your weapon, though, the vampire sighs, and with an embarrassed tone, says, “I’m really quite sorry for the trouble…” by X01Eagle
Bloody Misunderstanding
Ulaf's silver sword glinted as the torchlights flickered, disturbed by the sudden change in the room's atmosphere. Holy water dripped from the tip of his sword like a bead of golden mead, freshly prepared for what he had set out to do for nearly his entire life. Finally, would he face the cursed creature that has taken so much from him, finally, he would slay the bastard responsible for his beloved's death. The cost of his miserable life was a pittance to him; Ulaf would have his revenge.
The heavy double doors creaked as they opened, announcing the arrival of the familiar sounds of clacking heels on the marble floor. Ulaf stared as the ornate metal doors opened to darkness, where nine creatures divorced from the shadows within. Their skin was pale, like corpses drained of life. Eyes dyed a deep succulent rose red. And a beauty beyond imagination, forever outside the father of time's clutches. They were seductive creatures who gave pleasure and pain to those who were foolishly brave to walk the nights alone. The spawn of the impaler himself, lord Tepes, the accursed vampires.
The sound of leather squeaked as Ulaf tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. His body tensed as he felt the rush of blood coursing through his trained body. The number of spawn he brought was unexpected, but Ulaf had no complaints. He said his goodbyes already; his death this night was assured, this he knew. But one thing he would accomplish at any cost is taking the head of the long raven hair man before him.
"I'm really quite sorry for the trouble, dear guest."
The raven hair man said as he gave a courteous bow to Ulaf. Prompting the eight women evenly flanked his sides to curtsy. Ulaf expected the vampire to laugh at him and call his efforts vain. Ulaf stifled his surprise and sniffed dismissively, casting disrespect upon the vampire's greeting. In return, the raven-haired man grinned, his pale lips ever so slightly.
"I care not for the greetings of creatures such as yourselves."
Ulaf spat, his words dipped in the simmering juices of his malice. The raven hair man sighed as if exhausted. How he did such a thing illuded Ulaf, for he knew these creatures could not breathe. They were, after all, the undead.
"Oh, dear god, not another one."
"You're boasting will not sway my actions tonight, vampire! However many you felled before me ends here!"
Ulaf yelled as he glared at the man who stood before him, his simmering rage overflowing within his body.
"Vampire?"
"You have no room to deny it! I've slain your kin on my way here, monster!"
"You what?!"
The raven-haired man exclaimed in shock, his jaw slacked and mouth gapped as he stared the Ulaf, who relished in delight below the stairs. Simultaneously, the women who stood aside the raven-haired man also cried out; their wails rang throughout the majestic room. Although Ulaf was glad this creature felt the pain of loss, he thought it strange that he would mourn his lower ilk. The vampire lord was notorious for his cruelty, yet this display bugged Ulaf.
"Do not try to trick me, vampire! You care naught for your kin but don't worry, I'll send you to the same place soon. I'll have my revenge for my beloved!"
"How could you, monster!"
"You vile demon!"
The women cried as they Insulted Ulaf, who stood waiting for the vampire lord to make its move. The women's blatant provocations mattered not to him. The vampire's brides are but a minor inconvenience.
"You're beloved?"
"You acknowledged it?! That you, Dracula, killed my beloved?!"
"Dracula? I am not Dracula, you fool!"
The raven hair man roared back to Ulaf.
"Lies, this is the manor of Vlad Dracula Tepes! I know this to be a fact, vampire!"
"Do not call me a Vampire! I am Alucard Tepes, a Dampyr!”
"More lies again? Enough, come at taste the blood of your kin on my blade!"
Ulaf prepared to charge but stopped when the vampire raised his hands.
"Stoooop, stop, right there, stop. There seems to be a grave misunderstanding here. Did you not receive the news from the church?!"
Ulaf knew of no news. The church was filled with religious fools who did nothing but pray to their god whilst tragedy befell them. Ulaf did not need to hear anything from people like that, even when his friend urged him to join him for a sudden gathering before leaving the capital.
"Your face tells me you don't know, then. Dracula is dead. I killed him myself. His head was sent to the church weeks ago."
"Enough! If he was dead, how are you alive? His kin should have died along with him! Yet I find you creatures drinking the blood of your victims out of bowls and cups as if you're human!"
Ulaf spat again, unwilling to allow the vampire to continue spouting lies.
"Vampires are extinct, you fool! As I said, we are Dampyr!"
"It doesn't change the fact that your kin killed and drank the blood of the innocent!"
"Again, you're incorrect. Those poor fellows are not my kin; they are Upir! What is it the westerners call it? Pilgrim vegetarians?"
"Pilgrim Vegataerians?"
"Yes, while Dampyr is half vampire, we are also half human. We eat human food as well as blood. Upir are even less so; they are three forths human and part vampire! They do indeed drink blood, yet it of only animals!"
"Y-you lie."
Ulaf faltered as he struggled to keep up with the Dampyr's explanations.
"Let me ask you, did they attack you?"
"Of course!"
"Then, was it only after you attacked them?"
"Y-yes, they~."
Ulaf faltered again, his memory hazy as he tried to recall what had happened during his encounter. The upir's settled near fires in order to escape the cold, but it seemed to Ulaf that they were trying to pass as humans. They warmed and drank blood as if they were having tea. Ulaf knew the smell of blood, he could never forget it, so when he noticed what they were, he sprang into action and cleaved them all in two.
"You're face tells me all I need to know, human. You murdered them based on your ignorant preconceptions, and now you seek to come here and do the same to my daughters and me. While I pity the loss of your beloved, I cannot allow you to hurt my family! Here, you are the monster you claim us to be."
Ulaf stared at the man, now for the first time noticing he stood in front of his daughters protectively. He saw the fear in their eyes as they stared back at him, his sword, and the blood-stained clothes.