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Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
Oh dear how to word this.
“What is the purpose of vampire balls? Are they for match making purposes? Just socializing? Or showing off? Mr. Tepes has said that a lot of the other vampires are very full of themselves. Is that an exception or the rule? Ugh. I’ll get to the point. Are you trying to find someone tonight? Do your Johns make you happy? They aren’t exactly… great conversationalists.” Ruth says gently.
“Oh you sweet child.” Maria said fondly. “I don’t have John and the Not-John’s for their conversational skills. I have them because they make me see stars in bed. In a very good way.” She explained with a soft smile.
“We have these balls for both social and political reasons. Sometimes we run into friends we haven’t seen in centuries, and in the case of Vlad, to have old oaths renewed. Although I am hoping a certain vampire does attend tonight. We only meet every decade or so but when we do, god is he amazing in bed.” Maria sighs.
“I lived in an asylum. Some of the doctors took liberties Maria I’m not as innocent as you presume.” Ruth replies plainly. “Not me. But the walls were thin.”
She takes a breath. “There is more to life than the bedroom Maria. I hope you also enjoy this man for more than his body.” Ruth adds. “So… what is his name? What does he look like? I’m absolutely willing to be an extra set of eyes for you.” She puts her warm hand on Maria’s arm.
Maria’s fingernails extend to claws for a moment as she seethed with rage over what Ruth just told her. But she took a deep breath and the nails returned to normal.
“His name is Angelo Ricoletti. He’s Italian like I am, even if he’s from Tuscana and not beautiful Roma.” She explained, her Italian accent becoming heavy for a moment.
Ruth turns around and sits down putting both hands under her chin as she sat in rapt attention.
“And..? what does this Angelo look like?”
“Olive brown skin, crimson eyes, lovely dark hair, and a short beard.” Maria said giving an infatuated sigh.
Ruth beams at her. “You’re smitten. So why not ask him out? You deserve more than having your corn ground every few years. You’re a beautiful lady and you’re bright and brilliant. He should be so lucky as to court you!”
“Mr. Tepes says that vampires do not hold to male and female customs. So surely you could suggest seeing eachother more frequently.”
“The last serious relationship he had…ended horribly.” Maria said hesitantly. “He’s not ready for that level of commitment. And if I’m being honest, neither am I.”
“Well it’s not like you don’t have time. You should however let him know that when he’s ready. You’re waiting.” Ruth replies. “It would be wise. Believe me. Pining and saying nothing of feelings only gets your heart broken.” She says with the tone of someone who knows from experience.
Maria gives Ruth an amused look. “This is odd, I’m supposed to be the older and wiser one here.”
“Come. We mustn’t keep Vlad waiting.” She said holding her hand out to help Ruth up.
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
Oh dear how to word this.
“What is the purpose of vampire balls? Are they for match making purposes? Just socializing? Or showing off? Mr. Tepes has said that a lot of the other vampires are very full of themselves. Is that an exception or the rule? Ugh. I’ll get to the point. Are you trying to find someone tonight? Do your Johns make you happy? They aren’t exactly… great conversationalists.” Ruth says gently.
“Oh you sweet child.” Maria said fondly. “I don’t have John and the Not-John’s for their conversational skills. I have them because they make me see stars in bed. In a very good way.” She explained with a soft smile.
“We have these balls for both social and political reasons. Sometimes we run into friends we haven’t seen in centuries, and in the case of Vlad, to have old oaths renewed. Although I am hoping a certain vampire does attend tonight. We only meet every decade or so but when we do, god is he amazing in bed.” Maria sighs.
“I lived in an asylum. Some of the doctors took liberties Maria I’m not as innocent as you presume.” Ruth replies plainly. “Not me. But the walls were thin.”
She takes a breath. “There is more to life than the bedroom Maria. I hope you also enjoy this man for more than his body.” Ruth adds. “So… what is his name? What does he look like? I’m absolutely willing to be an extra set of eyes for you.” She puts her warm hand on Maria’s arm.
Maria’s fingernails extend to claws for a moment as she seethed with rage over what Ruth just told her. But she took a deep breath and the nails returned to normal.
“His name is Angelo Ricoletti. He’s Italian like I am, even if he’s from Tuscana and not beautiful Roma.” She explained, her Italian accent becoming heavy for a moment.
Ruth turns around and sits down putting both hands under her chin as she sat in rapt attention.
“And..? what does this Angelo look like?”
“Olive brown skin, crimson eyes, lovely dark hair, and a short beard.” Maria said giving an infatuated sigh.
Ruth beams at her. “You’re smitten. So why not ask him out? You deserve more than having your corn ground every few years. You’re a beautiful lady and you’re bright and brilliant. He should be so lucky as to court you!”
“Mr. Tepes says that vampires do not hold to male and female customs. So surely you could suggest seeing eachother more frequently.”
“The last serious relationship he had…ended horribly.” Maria said hesitantly. “He’s not ready for that level of commitment. And if I’m being honest, neither am I.”
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
Oh dear how to word this.
“What is the purpose of vampire balls? Are they for match making purposes? Just socializing? Or showing off? Mr. Tepes has said that a lot of the other vampires are very full of themselves. Is that an exception or the rule? Ugh. I’ll get to the point. Are you trying to find someone tonight? Do your Johns make you happy? They aren’t exactly… great conversationalists.” Ruth says gently.
“Oh you sweet child.” Maria said fondly. “I don’t have John and the Not-John’s for their conversational skills. I have them because they make me see stars in bed. In a very good way.” She explained with a soft smile.
“We have these balls for both social and political reasons. Sometimes we run into friends we haven’t seen in centuries, and in the case of Vlad, to have old oaths renewed. Although I am hoping a certain vampire does attend tonight. We only meet every decade or so but when we do, god is he amazing in bed.” Maria sighs.
“I lived in an asylum. Some of the doctors took liberties Maria I’m not as innocent as you presume.” Ruth replies plainly. “Not me. But the walls were thin.”
She takes a breath. “There is more to life than the bedroom Maria. I hope you also enjoy this man for more than his body.” Ruth adds. “So… what is his name? What does he look like? I’m absolutely willing to be an extra set of eyes for you.” She puts her warm hand on Maria’s arm.
Maria’s fingernails extend to claws for a moment as she seethed with rage over what Ruth just told her. But she took a deep breath and the nails returned to normal.
“His name is Angelo Ricoletti. He’s Italian like I am, even if he’s from Tuscana and not beautiful Roma.” She explained, her Italian accent becoming heavy for a moment.
Ruth turns around and sits down putting both hands under her chin as she sat in rapt attention.
“And..? what does this Angelo look like?”
“Olive brown skin, crimson eyes, lovely dark hair, and a short beard.” Maria said giving an infatuated sigh.
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
Oh dear how to word this.
“What is the purpose of vampire balls? Are they for match making purposes? Just socializing? Or showing off? Mr. Tepes has said that a lot of the other vampires are very full of themselves. Is that an exception or the rule? Ugh. I’ll get to the point. Are you trying to find someone tonight? Do your Johns make you happy? They aren’t exactly… great conversationalists.” Ruth says gently.
“Oh you sweet child.” Maria said fondly. “I don’t have John and the Not-John’s for their conversational skills. I have them because they make me see stars in bed. In a very good way.” She explained with a soft smile.
“We have these balls for both social and political reasons. Sometimes we run into friends we haven’t seen in centuries, and in the case of Vlad, to have old oaths renewed. Although I am hoping a certain vampire does attend tonight. We only meet every decade or so but when we do, god is he amazing in bed.” Maria sighs.
“I lived in an asylum. Some of the doctors took liberties Maria I’m not as innocent as you presume.” Ruth replies plainly. “Not me. But the walls were thin.”
She takes a breath. “There is more to life than the bedroom Maria. I hope you also enjoy this man for more than his body.” Ruth adds. “So… what is his name? What does he look like? I’m absolutely willing to be an extra set of eyes for you.” She puts her warm hand on Maria’s arm.
Maria’s fingernails extend to claws for a moment as she seethed with rage over what Ruth just told her. But she took a deep breath and the nails returned to normal.
“His name is Angelo Ricoletti. He’s Italian like I am, even if he’s from Tuscana and not beautiful Roma.” She explained, her Italian accent becoming heavy for a moment.

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Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
Oh dear how to word this.
“What is the purpose of vampire balls? Are they for match making purposes? Just socializing? Or showing off? Mr. Tepes has said that a lot of the other vampires are very full of themselves. Is that an exception or the rule? Ugh. I’ll get to the point. Are you trying to find someone tonight? Do your Johns make you happy? They aren’t exactly… great conversationalists.” Ruth says gently.
“Oh you sweet child.” Maria said fondly. “I don’t have John and the Not-John’s for their conversational skills. I have them because they make me see stars in bed. In a very good way.” She explained with a soft smile.
“We have these balls for both social and political reasons. Sometimes we run into friends we haven’t seen in centuries, and in the case of Vlad, to have old oaths renewed. Although I am hoping a certain vampire does attend tonight. We only meet every decade or so but when we do, god is he amazing in bed.” Maria sighs.
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
“That… is fascinating. Also good to know that I have a place to retreat to.” Ruth muses.
She’s glad she talked Maria out of a few of the dresses that had a lower neckline. Even though Ruth wanted to be buttoned up to the chin. This was better than some of the other options.
It was more medieval and therefore fairly modest. Though she wondered if the blood red gown was a good idea considering their guests.
“I know that look.” Maria said with a smirk. “Trust me, vampire nobility wear reds and black at events like this. Any other color and you’d stick out like a sore thumb.” Maria said finishing Ruth’s hair. “Done. Let’s go present you to Vlad.”
“Alright…” Ruth replies. Moving to take Maria’s arm.
“Have you been to very many of these events?” She asks as they exit the room.
“A few. The last one I went to was hosted by a vampire named Carmilla.” Maria admits guiding Ruth out of the room and through the castle. “She was…what’s the English word? Ah, a bitch. Around a year after Vlad was killed by his son and the Belmont Carmilla went mad with power, her own servants and friends turned against her and she was killed by a Forgemaster.”
Ruth can’t stop the snort that comes out of her laughter. “I’m sorry what? Vlad was killed?” She arches a brow.
“Yes. He was.” Maria said seriously. “He told you of what the church did to his wife, but he didn’t tell you how he reacted. In his grief, he built an army dedicated to exterminating all of humanity. Starting in Walachia. His son was forced to kill him. About a year later a mad mage forced Vlad’s soul, and Lisa’s soul into a body made by alchemy. When Alucard and Trevor Belmont destroyed it, Vlad and Lisa woke up in a field.” She explained somberly. “They spent the next eighty years together in England.”
Ruth’s eyes widen.
“You aren’t pulling my leg are you? I mean I’ve seen a lot of strange things Maria. But two souls in one body?” She arches a brow.
She then shakes her head.
“Okay. Let’s say I do believe you. What happened to Lisa after that?” She asks softly.
“I’m not lying. It was a means of making Dracula even more insane so that he’d kill all life on the planet.” Maria said honestly. “An ancient being calling itself Death wanted to feast on all the souls.”
“She grew old, and died. Since then Vlad’s been doing his best to be better than before.”
“And with that, you’re ready for the ball!” Maria said excitedly as she got box, opened it, and showed Ruth the masquerade mask inside. 
Ruth reaches in. Pulling out the light pink mask. It had white lace overlaid and pale pink gems glittered at the sides.
“Oh Maria! This is beautiful! Did you make this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fine! Would you tie it on me?”
“I did and I will.” Ruth said proudly as she tied it on. “There we go dearie, not too tight is it?”
“No it’s perfect!” She replies though it didn’t quite match the dress.
“I feel like a princess.” Ruth says truthfully.
She looks her companion over. “And you look lovely as well.” She compliments.
“I have a question that I’m rather hoping won’t be perceived as rude. May I ask it?” Ruth asks.
“Thank you, I swear every vampire must have a red or black dress.” Maria said, giving a curtsy. She’s wearing a very low-cut black dress with a black chocker with a red jewel on it. She’s still wearing her nun’s headpiece.
“What is it?” She asked curiously.
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
“That… is fascinating. Also good to know that I have a place to retreat to.” Ruth muses.
She’s glad she talked Maria out of a few of the dresses that had a lower neckline. Even though Ruth wanted to be buttoned up to the chin. This was better than some of the other options.
It was more medieval and therefore fairly modest. Though she wondered if the blood red gown was a good idea considering their guests.
“I know that look.” Maria said with a smirk. “Trust me, vampire nobility wear reds and black at events like this. Any other color and you’d stick out like a sore thumb.” Maria said finishing Ruth’s hair. “Done. Let’s go present you to Vlad.”
“Alright…” Ruth replies. Moving to take Maria’s arm.
“Have you been to very many of these events?” She asks as they exit the room.
“A few. The last one I went to was hosted by a vampire named Carmilla.” Maria admits guiding Ruth out of the room and through the castle. “She was…what’s the English word? Ah, a bitch. Around a year after Vlad was killed by his son and the Belmont Carmilla went mad with power, her own servants and friends turned against her and she was killed by a Forgemaster.”
Ruth can’t stop the snort that comes out of her laughter. “I’m sorry what? Vlad was killed?” She arches a brow.
“Yes. He was.” Maria said seriously. “He told you of what the church did to his wife, but he didn’t tell you how he reacted. In his grief, he built an army dedicated to exterminating all of humanity. Starting in Walachia. His son was forced to kill him. About a year later a mad mage forced Vlad’s soul, and Lisa’s soul into a body made by alchemy. When Alucard and Trevor Belmont destroyed it, Vlad and Lisa woke up in a field.” She explained somberly. “They spent the next eighty years together in England.”
Ruth’s eyes widen.
“You aren’t pulling my leg are you? I mean I’ve seen a lot of strange things Maria. But two souls in one body?” She arches a brow.
She then shakes her head.
“Okay. Let’s say I do believe you. What happened to Lisa after that?” She asks softly.
“I’m not lying. It was a means of making Dracula even more insane so that he’d kill all life on the planet.” Maria said honestly. “An ancient being calling itself Death wanted to feast on all the souls.”
“She grew old, and died. Since then Vlad’s been doing his best to be better than before.”
“And with that, you’re ready for the ball!” Maria said excitedly as she got box, opened it, and showed Ruth the masquerade mask inside. 
Ruth reaches in. Pulling out the light pink mask. It had white lace overlaid and pale pink gems glittered at the sides.
“Oh Maria! This is beautiful! Did you make this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fine! Would you tie it on me?”
“I did and I will.” Ruth said proudly as she tied it on. “There we go dearie, not too tight is it?”
Well. It had come to this.
Ruth looked up at the foreboding castle. It was said the one who lived here knew things. Strange impossible things. If anyone could help her. It would be him. Though he was just as likely to kill her.
She had left all her worldly possessions to the other girls in the home. Not expecting any sort of mercy here. Only bringing a small case with her extra clothing and a bit of food.
Best case scenario she would be back before the girls woke the next morning. Healed.
Worst case she died. Either was fine now.
She made her way to the front door and knocked. The small candle in her lantern flickering. It was hard to manage both her case and the lantern with her cane. But that wouldn’t be a concern after tonight.
@muses-under-the-bed
The doors creaked open slowly, without any sign of anyone there. As the doors opened a swarm of bats flew through the opened door out into the evening sky.
“That… is fascinating. Also good to know that I have a place to retreat to.” Ruth muses.
She’s glad she talked Maria out of a few of the dresses that had a lower neckline. Even though Ruth wanted to be buttoned up to the chin. This was better than some of the other options.
It was more medieval and therefore fairly modest. Though she wondered if the blood red gown was a good idea considering their guests.
“I know that look.” Maria said with a smirk. “Trust me, vampire nobility wear reds and black at events like this. Any other color and you’d stick out like a sore thumb.” Maria said finishing Ruth’s hair. “Done. Let’s go present you to Vlad.”
“Alright…” Ruth replies. Moving to take Maria’s arm.
“Have you been to very many of these events?” She asks as they exit the room.
“A few. The last one I went to was hosted by a vampire named Carmilla.” Maria admits guiding Ruth out of the room and through the castle. “She was…what’s the English word? Ah, a bitch. Around a year after Vlad was killed by his son and the Belmont Carmilla went mad with power, her own servants and friends turned against her and she was killed by a Forgemaster.”
Ruth can’t stop the snort that comes out of her laughter. “I’m sorry what? Vlad was killed?” She arches a brow.
“Yes. He was.” Maria said seriously. “He told you of what the church did to his wife, but he didn’t tell you how he reacted. In his grief, he built an army dedicated to exterminating all of humanity. Starting in Walachia. His son was forced to kill him. About a year later a mad mage forced Vlad’s soul, and Lisa’s soul into a body made by alchemy. When Alucard and Trevor Belmont destroyed it, Vlad and Lisa woke up in a field.” She explained somberly. “They spent the next eighty years together in England.”
Ruth’s eyes widen.
“You aren’t pulling my leg are you? I mean I’ve seen a lot of strange things Maria. But two souls in one body?” She arches a brow.
She then shakes her head.
“Okay. Let’s say I do believe you. What happened to Lisa after that?” She asks softly.
“I’m not lying. It was a means of making Dracula even more insane so that he’d kill all life on the planet.” Maria said honestly. “An ancient being calling itself Death wanted to feast on all the souls.”
“She grew old, and died. Since then Vlad’s been doing his best to be better than before.”
“And with that, you’re ready for the ball!” Maria said excitedly as she got box, opened it, and showed Ruth the masquerade mask inside. 
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.
“My hands? I already told you. Carriage accident- ah… I was wearing an engagement ring when… when I crashed.” It’s clearly a sore subject. Judging by her face.
“Would you show me to the kitchen?”
“Of course.” He said grabbing the package she set down on the table, and taking a quick sniff. “Right this way.”
He led her down a single flight of stairs and to a spacious, and surprisingly clean, kitchen.
“Chocolate. I always carry some with me. It helps heal the wounds inside the heart. This one has nuts. Hence why I asked about allergies. You just peel the foil.” She explains, following him.
He peels the foil. “Ah. I’ve had something like this before.” He said braking off a piece and nibbling on it. “Across the ocean there’s a civilization called the Aztec Empire, they make drinks out of a bean that tastes a bit like this. There’s a vampire over there named Olrox that was kind enough to share some with me.” He added as he took a seat inside the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate is what we call it in my time.” Steph replies.
“Kind indeed…” she muses. Moving to snoop through cabinets.
“So do you have a recipe? For the chicken.” She asks as she pulls out a pot.
“Also… water… I’ll have to find a well I assume?”
“Recipe book in the cabinet above the sink, it’s simply called Romania. And no, the castle has internal plumbing.” Dracula explained snarfing down the rest of the chocolate. Damn. It was good. And it did help him feel better.
“Were you serious about helping me kill those responsible?” He asked after a moment. “Now that I’ve calmed down, I can see the wisdom of your argument.”
“How… patriotic.” Steph muses. She finds the tap and fills the pot. Setting it on the stove and then checking the stove for firewood.
“Oh yes. Absolutely. Just no innocents. Which might mean a little torture for information on who all was involved…” she replies.
“And I have some fun torture methods. One involves a rat. And a jar and duct tape…” she smiles brightly.
“Does it also involve heating the bottom of the jar so the rat has to chew its way out through the man’s belly?” Dracula asked with an equally bright smile.
“If all else fails, I can see the memories of people when I drink all of their blood.” He mentions casually. “But to do this, I want to get my son, make amends if possible.”
“Face. But yes.” She replies. As she sets the water to boil. And moves to get the recipe book.
“Oh interesting.” She muses.
“Uh… how long ago was the fight?”
“Also a month ago.” Dracula says tiredly. “I have an idea where he went to recover from his wounds, but I doubt he wants to see me.”

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Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.
“My hands? I already told you. Carriage accident- ah… I was wearing an engagement ring when… when I crashed.” It’s clearly a sore subject. Judging by her face.
“Would you show me to the kitchen?”
“Of course.” He said grabbing the package she set down on the table, and taking a quick sniff. “Right this way.”
He led her down a single flight of stairs and to a spacious, and surprisingly clean, kitchen.
“Chocolate. I always carry some with me. It helps heal the wounds inside the heart. This one has nuts. Hence why I asked about allergies. You just peel the foil.” She explains, following him.
He peels the foil. “Ah. I’ve had something like this before.” He said braking off a piece and nibbling on it. “Across the ocean there’s a civilization called the Aztec Empire, they make drinks out of a bean that tastes a bit like this. There’s a vampire over there named Olrox that was kind enough to share some with me.” He added as he took a seat inside the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate is what we call it in my time.” Steph replies.
“Kind indeed…” she muses. Moving to snoop through cabinets.
“So do you have a recipe? For the chicken.” She asks as she pulls out a pot.
“Also… water… I’ll have to find a well I assume?”
“Recipe book in the cabinet above the sink, it’s simply called Romania. And no, the castle has internal plumbing.” Dracula explained snarfing down the rest of the chocolate. Damn. It was good. And it did help him feel better.
“Were you serious about helping me kill those responsible?” He asked after a moment. “Now that I’ve calmed down, I can see the wisdom of your argument.”
“How… patriotic.” Steph muses. She finds the tap and fills the pot. Setting it on the stove and then checking the stove for firewood.
“Oh yes. Absolutely. Just no innocents. Which might mean a little torture for information on who all was involved…” she replies.
“And I have some fun torture methods. One involves a rat. And a jar and duct tape…” she smiles brightly.
“Does it also involve heating the bottom of the jar so the rat has to chew its way out through the man’s belly?” Dracula asked with an equally bright smile.
“If all else fails, I can see the memories of people when I drink all of their blood.” He mentions casually. “But to do this, I want to get my son, make amends if possible.”
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.
“My hands? I already told you. Carriage accident- ah… I was wearing an engagement ring when… when I crashed.” It’s clearly a sore subject. Judging by her face.
“Would you show me to the kitchen?”
“Of course.” He said grabbing the package she set down on the table, and taking a quick sniff. “Right this way.”
He led her down a single flight of stairs and to a spacious, and surprisingly clean, kitchen.
“Chocolate. I always carry some with me. It helps heal the wounds inside the heart. This one has nuts. Hence why I asked about allergies. You just peel the foil.” She explains, following him.
He peels the foil. “Ah. I’ve had something like this before.” He said braking off a piece and nibbling on it. “Across the ocean there’s a civilization called the Aztec Empire, they make drinks out of a bean that tastes a bit like this. There’s a vampire over there named Olrox that was kind enough to share some with me.” He added as he took a seat inside the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate is what we call it in my time.” Steph replies.
“Kind indeed…” she muses. Moving to snoop through cabinets.
“So do you have a recipe? For the chicken.” She asks as she pulls out a pot.
“Also… water… I’ll have to find a well I assume?”
“Recipe book in the cabinet above the sink, it’s simply called Romania. And no, the castle has internal plumbing.” Dracula explained snarfing down the rest of the chocolate. Damn. It was good. And it did help him feel better.
“Were you serious about helping me kill those responsible?” He asked after a moment. “Now that I’ve calmed down, I can see the wisdom of your argument.”
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.
“My hands? I already told you. Carriage accident- ah… I was wearing an engagement ring when… when I crashed.” It’s clearly a sore subject. Judging by her face.
“Would you show me to the kitchen?”
“Of course.” He said grabbing the package she set down on the table, and taking a quick sniff. “Right this way.”
He led her down a single flight of stairs and to a spacious, and surprisingly clean, kitchen.
“Chocolate. I always carry some with me. It helps heal the wounds inside the heart. This one has nuts. Hence why I asked about allergies. You just peel the foil.” She explains, following him.
He peels the foil. “Ah. I’ve had something like this before.” He said braking off a piece and nibbling on it. “Across the ocean there’s a civilization called the Aztec Empire, they make drinks out of a bean that tastes a bit like this. There’s a vampire over there named Olrox that was kind enough to share some with me.” He added as he took a seat inside the kitchen.
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.
“My hands? I already told you. Carriage accident- ah… I was wearing an engagement ring when… when I crashed.” It’s clearly a sore subject. Judging by her face.
“Would you show me to the kitchen?”
“Of course.” He said grabbing the package she set down on the table, and taking a quick sniff. “Right this way.”
He led her down a single flight of stairs and to a spacious, and surprisingly clean, kitchen.
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
“I eat demons. I get weird dietary habits.” She explains.
She waves her hands and is back in the robes she was wearing before. Reaching a hand into her pocket. She reaches in up to her elbow. An irrationally large pocket. Which looks smaller on the outside. And pulls out a package. It’s yellow and appears to be some sort of foil. It smells sweet. She sets it down on a table near him. And then steps back. She moves her hands in the way sorcerers do.
And as she does his attention is drawn to the ring finger of her left hand. Where it looks as though a gem was shoved into her finger quite violently.
She finishes her spell and there is yet another package in her hand. This one is see through and full of blood.
“Okay. So I’ll warm this up for you. Because I’m assuming you don’t like it cold. I’ll just need to boil some water. You don’t have any allergies do you?”
“No allergies. Well, the flowers of garlic but humans don’t eat that part.” Dracula admitted staring at the package in her hand, and noting her ring finger. “May I ask what happened? He asked nodding at her finger.

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Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.
“Blood. Though if you like and you have ingredients I could make you something.” Stephanie replies. Apparently unafraid of his dietary habits.
“Is there any particular source you prefer for blood? Or a certain blood type?”
He looks at her in surprise. Even Lisa was put off by his dietary requirements those first few months. “Uh, A+ and O- are my favorite blood types.” He stammers. “Virgin blood also has a delectable taste to it but it’s too addictive for my tastes.”
“I…like a pomegranate chicken dish however. I do believe I have the ingredients for it in the pantry.” He says after thinking about it.
Thud. Stephanie landed hard on the stone steps of the castle.
“Ah- feck me!” She exclaimed. And then as she got her bearings the feeling from off the castle made her pause. It was like a thousand fire hands crawling over her.
Danger.
@stephanie-strange
There are rows upon rows of impaled skeletons stretching out for miles around the castle. A swarm of bats fly overhead screeching into the night. A pack of wolves step out from between the rows of spears, watching Steph, intently. The doors of the castle open with a rumbling groan, almost invitingly.
“While you still have cognitive function. You have the ability to make things right with him.” Stephanie replies.
“Yes. I got into a… carriage accident. Fell into a lake. Nearly drowned. The carriage was metal and wrapped around my hands. I had to have more metal inserted inside them to keep my hands semi functional… but I can no longer work as a surgeon. Not without it magical aid to stabilize my hands… years of schooling wasted…” she sighs.
“But there is more than one way to save lives.” She takes a breath.
“How long ago… did your wife pass?”
“A month ago.” He answered darkly. “The Catholic Church arrested her and burned her before I could do anything. I was traveling. Like a man. Like a human. Without magic.” He explained, it’s unclear who he’s the most angry at, the church, the world, or himself.
“Ah… Catholicism.” She mutters.
“Have you been eating?” She asks. Looking him over.
“Depends. Normal food which does nothing for me except delivers good taste, or blood?” Dracula asked with a dry chuckle.