Log; Complete

[rekindled-heart.livejournal.com]

When: March 6th, midday
Rating: Mentions of violence, so maybe PG?
Characters:  Vladislaus Dracula rekindled_heart, and Vlad Dracula sinfulpride
Summary: Vladislaus and Vlad have a quiet conversation over goblets of blood, and ignore the ghosts of their pasts in the process.
Log:

-It would figure you'd go hide in a hovel with three other versions of yourself, Dracula. Safety in numbers.
-Disgrace! Abomination! You see what your lust has wrought you!! YOU BEAST! WHORE OF SATAN!!
-Why did you not let me lie, my love...and lived on, lived on...

Vladislaus stalked from one room to the other, pointedly swishing the liquid in his glass, ignoring the trailing voices behind him, each filling him with further rage and despair. The shade of Gabriel Van Helsing, closing closer on his right side, hissing short insults and witty remarks every once and awhile; his father screaming his head off, running after him on short legs...

And then her. She would merely follow him, gently...reaching to touch his arm, never to make contact. She hurt him the most. Like snapping teeth. He was looking for a particular face in this abode, The Hellsing homestead. One that hardly resembled his own, but they shared the same name...and possibly the same past.

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[rekindled-heart.livejournal.com]

Vladislaus watched the crushed vessel fly across the room idly. He could very much understand his counterpart's anger. Though he himself had no wish to rule a world, as dozens had already been embraced by his brides, and would continue to..especially since he could not be killed by Van Helsing or others here. Still...it was heavily inconvienient for his own plans...

"My condolences. Thrust from a world that could be commanded into something far more chaotic, and less to our liking." He drank. "Life does have it's setbacks...though this is ridiculous."

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

The other scoffed. "Madness, you mean. While I may find such a trait fetching in my brides, it does not amuse me under these circumstances."

Dracula's pique disappeared as abruptly as it had come. He raised his hand to his lips and licked it clean. "This would be better fresh from a beating heart."

[rekindled-heart.livejournal.com]

"No argument here."

Vladislaus watched him lap the droplets away with a sigh, thinking the same thing. "Yes. Warm flesh and body..." He looked down at his glass, voicing his earlier concern.

"Where does she fetch it from, I wonder."

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

"What does it matter?" Dracula responded, his tone full of boredom. He was starting to get used to ignoring the apparition of his wife and the son she probably still shielded from him.

Then, something in the flat changed. A slow smile spread across Dracula's lips. "She's angry about something."

[rekindled-heart.livejournal.com]

Vladislaus's eyebrows raised, feeling the change himself. He tilted his head, something of a wicked smirk playing his features.

"She's furious. Perhaps something's happened to her pet." He drank the last of the blood. "God forbid."

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

"One can hope ... Shall we inquire?"

[rekindled-heart.livejournal.com]

"That we shall."