Chapter 5: I Am Dracula
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"Mom"
My eyes, as if showing an illusion, made a view of her figure even in the shadows.
Even if her body looked like that of a monster—like that of a devil.
So I launched, bolting up from my sitting position, and moving to her shadow-made frame, hugging her as her darkness hugged back.
"It's okay," she whispered, her voice sounding like a sound mixed with the voices of monsters—it was deep, far too deep for one to recognise.
"Please, don't go please," I cried out frustration, my eyes flooding with unending tears.
I didn't know why, but I knew our time wouldn't be long.
Whether it was because of what the tall man had said, or the fact that she was missing her once full human body—I knew she would leave.
And she knelt down—or at least the monster she had now become.
Touched my face with her hands that felt like claws, and wiped an ounce of the tears that overwhelmed my eyes.
"Don't cry," her words were patient, as if waiting for something unknown.
As she sat down on the darkened night's floor, and sat me on her lap.
And the figure that caused this miracle—this magic, was only standing there watching, waiting.
Yet, my mother's presence caused me to ignore him, it made me divert my attention.
"I have to tell you something," she said, "you are strong so listen."
___{time skip}
"So… heaven," I asked, even though I was calm, my eyes still released their water.
"Yes, my boy and he calls me," she looked up to the darkened sky, "he wants me to hurry."
"Will I see you again," I uttered in whispers, "how will I ever see you?"
"You won't," she answered, "but I will always watch you."
I was silent, confused yet understanding.
She moved her darkened hand, and placed her red-clawed palm on my chest—right in proportion to my heart.
"Here," she said, "be strong my boy, I love you."
Then she faded, fading and becoming night. Becoming that she had overcome—that she was.
___{time skip}
Nothing was left but the memory of her existence, not even her once-drained body.
My only wish was for the monstrous man who seemed to be waiting at my front, to tell me that it was all just a dream.
So I sat down, as my eyes looked up onto the sky.
The pain in my heart seemed to deepen more—now knowing that she would never return.
"Can you take me to her," I made my final request, as he just shook his head in response, shutting the one tiny spark of hope my heart still held.
And he waited, was it an hour or double—I truly didn't know, maybe it was more, but I was too young to notice.
Too young to bother with its drain.
Then he spoke.
"Do you know how long I have been searching for you," his words softly asked, as he moved and once again sat beside me.
The ground, as if noticing his presence, arose like the last, shaping itself into a seat, as if to give him comfort.
"Three years, and I have to say—it truly wasn't easy."
He mimicked my posture, as he also looked into the darkened sky.
"It just wasn't expected," he said, his words sounding distant, "for one of my descendants to be living in one of the world's sunniest places."
I looked up, slightly leaning my gaze to the left so I could get a glimpse of his figure.
Confusion fuelling my expression.
"Have you ever felt tired," his words continued, "like whenever you are hit by the sun you just feel like you wanna sleep—but when you do try to sleep, the sleep just won't come?"
I nodded to his words, as his smile only widened.
"Well little one, that's simply because we are related," he spoke.
I was too young to clearly make it out, but his words were strangely patient, as if he was truly never in a rush.
___{hours later}
"So, I have your blood?" I questioned, slightly calmed by his voice.
We had been speaking for hours—if not more, as he explained our connection.
"Ehh… only a little," he rubbed his chin as if in wonder,
"probably like 5 percent."
"Is it a lot?"
"Not really."
"Ohh," my gaze fell back to the sky.
"But that's not the point," he spoke, "Soon I will die."
"What's 'die'?" I questioned once again, but as if unaffected by my confusion he explained.
"It's the place your mother is going," he said, as my face brightened slightly, "and no, even if you also die—I'm afraid you won't be able to meet her."
"But why?" my words grew with questions, perhaps still thinking that there must be a way to get her back.
"Because you have my blood."
_____{hours later}
"So when you die I'll become like you."
"You are correct."
"And you will kill yourself."
"Yep."
"And it doesn't matter if I die first, because as long as you die I will just resurrect from the dead."
"That is right."
"And the only way to prevent becoming like you is to have a child or stop you from committing suicide."
"Ohh look at that, you are intelligent," he mocked as he laughed loudly.
His hands were occupied as he cooked some meat.
Burning it through the flame he had started—to bring me warmth.
"But having a child won't necessarily be a solution, since that child would have to have a greater percentage of my blood in their stream," he handed me some of the roasted rat meat, "and that is all in all impossible."
"Then what are you?" I asked as I had a bite of the meat.
"The devil," he joked, "a blood sucker, a demon—or as some might call it, 'I am Dracula'."
My face remained confused as my teeth struggled to chew the meat I was given.
"You know like… Dracula," my face remained oblivious, "like the vampire?" Confusion still lingered deep.
"Never mind, you will know when the time is right, but all I'm saying is that when I am dead you are basically gonna be stuck as a blood-sucking monster that moves around the world looking for prey like a leech," he spoke as he pointed at my body, "and there is nothing you can do about it."
My eyes just locked with his,
"Then I'll just die too," the sentence was unfazed, as his face turned red.
"What!" He shouted in surprise.
"I'll do what you do, I'll make suicide."
"Wait!" he spoke as if staggered, "you can't 'make suicide', you 'commit suicide'
And even if you do, there are certain requirements one has to follow for that to even be considered possible."
"Like what?"
"Like having a descendant who has a potency of my blood that is over 4 percent, ha!"
My gaze looked down as if in thought, when in reality it really thought of nothing.
Nothing but the pending process of ongoing grief—or what it seemed to be.
"Look kid," Alucard spoke as if noticing my posture, "I know this is hard for you since you just lost your mother, but you have to accept your fate."
"At the end of the day, some of us have to die," he continued, "even me. And it's your fate to make that happen. I didn't have to come here, the only reason I came is to explain it to you, so it doesn't come as a sudden shock when it happens."
He stood up from his sitting posture and fixed his clothes.
"What about this," his voice changed its tone, "I'll give you 11 years."
He expected a reaction but got nothing, "and if, only if something happens during that time, I will consider not killing myself," he announced, only getting a nod as a response.
Dropping his body from the lack of response, he sighed loudly as his gaze once again met the open widened sky.
"Some of us can't escape our fate kid," his words turned serious, as if holding some type of untainted wisdom, "and no matter how much time I give you—you will never escape your fate."
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