Vlad Dracula a.k.a the Impaler of Las Noches was walking about in his Kingdom, alone. The vampiric Devil was bored out of his wits with the absolute boredom of doing nothing special besides existing. The lively undead Quarta Espada was indulging himself drinking a red liquid, the liquid of life: Blood. It sustained him and gave him power though in a different way then depicted in the Bram Strykor myth, although quite close in theory.
The Impaler Prince sipped his drink again and again, his bones were tired from under-use and he was itching for a fight or maybe the company of Arrancar Girl or any girl for that manor. They both kept his mind active and the blood in his veins pumping and moving, though the latter had less risks then the one before. He wasn't too scared of death but he wasn't going to jump into its arms for stupidity.
A hawker by heart he needed to hunt. Hunt. HUNT! the emotion was nagging at him to go and kill something, not something weak, meek, and not worth killing but something powerful a real prey that could fight back. He huffed as he took another sip and then threw the glass at a near by wall, the blood stained the wall and dripped down slowly. Soon an Arrancar of his countless Fraccion would come and clean it up, it was only a matter of time.
As expected a young Arrancar girl came in and began to clean it up, Vlad could sense that she was scared of him, the Devil's Son. She looked no older then sixteen and she had black hair, brown skin, and purple eyes. Pretty thing, she was thought Dracula former Voivode of Wallachia. He watched her as she bent over and began to clean up the glass that was scattered on the floor of his dwellings. The creature of the night got a thrill from watching her and got an idea.
Time to have some fun. thought Dracula.
One piece of glass was further then the rest and as she reached for it, Vlad used his speed which could only be described as Godly to appear before her with the Glass at his feet. She was surprised and she began to sweat with fear, she reached for the Glass and it cut her finger, blood soon collected at the wound. Blood lust was expected as it was one of those uncontrollable things associated with Dracula. She was now truly scared.
Vlad watched her with his red vampire eyes and smiled, as he helped her up. He looked at the wound and then he took out a cloth which he wrapped around her small little cut. Vlad was taller then her, and towered over her. He smiled showing his vampire teeth.
"My dear you should be more careful..." he said using hi speed to appear behind her, he then continued to speak into her left ear "...if too much of that precious blood of yours drips out..." Vlad then used his speed and brought her to the wall. No exit for her. "...you may die." Vlad brought his head down to her chest and listened to her heart beat. Thu-thump,thu-thump it went. He then grabbed her chin playfully and gently "Next time use a broom..." Vlad released her. She was lucky. Not all girls that enter Dracula's Playhouse live to tell about it.
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