Dracula's Log (Solo)

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Dracula was lounging out the back of the house he was staying in while in LA. His wife was gone, the vampires in America were restless and he owed Modred for healing him and trying to find his wife. On the good side, he had a new slave and his drink was upstairs. Now all he needed was some news. Yet his mind kept drifting to two women.... A young blond human who had walked into his dreams and his wife. His wife was the one he focused on.

The year was 1840 and he had traveled to England after a young woman had refused to all him to change her. He had made a promise and kept it. So now in England he was enjoying the social life, dancing the nights away at lavish balls. France had been better at holding them than here but they didn't like the rich there any more. As the days passed so the young women who fawned over him increased much to the annoyance to their suitors. Yet there was one young woman who did not seem to pay any attention to him, in fact she was being successful at ensnaring other men. He had to dance with her.

He had finally managed to get her to dance with him and oh how they danced. It turned out she was a daughter of an exiled French Duke and had sought safety in England. The family had later married into the English upper class and here she was today. He noticed immediately the scent she was wearing it was breath taking beautiful as much as she was. Ebony hair, delicate face, slender body and just enough bust. On their first spin around the floor Dracula had also noted the sharp teeth and knew there was more to this girl than first appeared.

Weeks after he had not caught sight of her. It was as if she had vanished but Dracula could not get her out of his head. He felt enthralled by her. As time passed looked for her less and less until one night she appeared and they danced. The perfume... once more he lusted over her. Once more he needed her. That evening he took her to the gardens where many people were walking as couples and he spoke of wanting to be with her and how they could live forever together and dance each night away. She had laughed at him and tried to walk away. He grabbed her and bent her backwards sweeping her off her feet. What he got in return was claws to the face and punch to the chest. He let her go but tried to grab her once more only to catch the skirt of her dress which tore from the rest. Then she was gone. His wounds healed but his longing for her never faded. The piece of silk was placed inside a small wooden box which he looked at most nights, the perfume never seemed to diminish over the years and despite having multiple brides he always came back to the wooden box.

He swore he would marry her the next time he saw her which was not until the beginning of this century. He had come across her at a social event, and right there he proposed to her in the middle of the dance floor. She had said yes. By that time she was ruling with an iron fist a small country but she left there to return to his castle with him. Many nights passed where they were happy together, the small fabric cloth had been lost in California but his love for her didn't fade.

Jaymi

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Dracula had been pacing, he had moved to New York City without Modred as he had found his wife. The truth behind what had happened he had kept secret and was still finding out more. Of course when he had gone to confront the "happy couple" she was not in. Instead he had played with her "mate" and finally as any good vampire Lord would do killed him. He had waited for her to return but she didn't and after he had waited for her to turn up for a day he left a spy before returning to his home. Now he was brooding. He was mad with anger and revenge.

He read the newspapers and books before selecting a group who he thought could cause a distraction and also help keep his wife below ground. The harlot had fled to Monster Metropolis, even though he had sway there he was not ready to reveal his cards yet. Instead he had come up with a basic plan. Go down there demand his wife within a couple of hours if not he would destroy the place. It was time he cleaned this city up especially as some of the younger vampires were proving to be problematic! He knew that to keep them underground and not alerting the so called heroes he needed a way for them to be too afraid to leave. The best way was to lure the so called heroes to Manhattan to deal with a problem of their own. For that he needed "volunteers" to cause a racket. He had a plan on how to destroy the Metropolis and he knew just the person to cause it.

He sat there drumming his fingers as the next bit of his plan was crucial. Get the distraction organised and ready. A sleeper suggestion was what he was going to give them so that they are all timed perfectly. Then it would just be a matter of getting the people. The first would be the most powerful but also be his trump card. The second would start to cause attention but would need to be handled carefully. The others... well they were just extra. If a monster or any other creature appeared they would end up having to fight to survive. Meanwhile, below the streets he would have the luxury of hunting. If anything go hurt along the way it would be their fault. The bonus would be he would see the elder vampires there, if any were still alive, and make himself ruler here once more. It had been a long while since he was in control and he was annoyed enough to take it back. Hopefully, then he would be able to control the monsters as well.

He still had Juli to contend with which would be a nice distraction for him while he worked the rest of his plan.

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At last he had most of what he needed but there were still some VERY loose ends. Vlad needed to sort this all out and fast.

The books, parchment and strange looking contraptions laid on the table. His apartment looked more like a research lab than anything else. There was something he was missing. Something.... His phone rang. Moving it off of his table he answered and his eyes narrowed as he listened. Shaking his head he hung up. In one smooth move he was at the door. Another and he was in his car.

His driver looked up at the mirror and saw the anger in Vlad. One word from him was all it took.

"UN."

He needed to move up the game just a little. He needed to speak with one of those who would be needed to protect what he needed protecting most of all.

The one who had been ended in Canada was the last straw. He needed to make it so they were not disturbed again. Yes, the 'vampire' was his but he hadn't turned him. He was an experiment and a link into something much deeper. A contact into those who were causing the madness, if it wasn't contained then all were to be killed including those who were fed off of.

Picking up his phone he sent one message which all who receive would understand.

"Gandalf."

He liked that message most of the time it would put a smile on his face but this time. It didn't break the storm that was going to come. It meant two things. Firstly, for all to leave where they were ASAP and secondly, for all to prepare to fight. To the mobile on the 'vampire' who had just run into light he rang the phone.