The Joining

"Are you sure about this Draco?"

There was no resistance this time, this time when you dreamt of Dracula, you slipped right through the fissure without so much as a whisper, the unsettling feeling it brought still rattled inside, but as you stood in the cobblestone room, decorated and beautiful in its darkness just as before, you watching the Two figures: Draco (Your ancestor) and Dracula the Vampire-King, very carefully.

Dracula, his form dark and tall, his eye red with blood, looked down to Draco who was now Grey and older, but still strong of form and with the Gleaming sword of Lugh in his sheath, their arms bared.

"Sure as the day I as I was born," Draco spoke amounts the shadows, certainty painted on his face.

Dracula frowned "If I do this..."

"I understand, Vlad." Draco grinned, his golden eyes gleaming "Do it."

Dracula nodded, his mane of Black curls bobbing as He raked his sharp talons along his arms, opening his pale flesh; Tar-like black blood flowing free. He then did the same to Draco, opening the Veins in his arms in a swifter and quicker motion, the two holding each other's elbow's, the dead blood of the vampire king, drowning into the Blood that would one day flow through your own veins.

"Sângele sângelui meu, Rudă a rudelor Mele, îți voi înainta sufletul meu, pentru ca acesta să curgă în linia ta veșnică." The Vampire King lifted his head high, whispering in what You thought was romanian.

"Sângele sângelui meu, Rudă a rudelor Mele, îți voi înainta sufletul meu, pentru ca acesta să curgă în linia ta veșnică!" He repeated, again and again, His eye's flashing red, as a breeze blew through the shadows, the calm of the room disturbed by Dracula's whisperings

"Sângele sângelui meu, Rudă a rudelor Mele, îți voi înainta sufletul meu, pentru ca acesta să curgă în linia ta veșnică!" again and again He chanted, Draco's eyes becoming hazed and cold as You saw a fire burst from their arms, rising and blazing hideously as it settled into a Deep red.

"Blood Magic?" You Whispered a ghost to those men whose arms glowed scarlet like settling melting iron, fusing as their Blood's became one.

"Sângele sângelui meu, Rudă a rudelor Mele, îți voi înainta sufletul meu, pentru ca acesta să curgă în linia ta veșnică!!!!!"

All light went out, it was black now, dark, safe for the ominous glow where the two men's blood's touched.

"It... ugh... is done," Dracula said weakly, eventually collapsing as Draco went to catch him

"Whoa Whoa, easy there my undead friend, I imagine losing a part of your soul is a difficult affair." Draco chuckled as Dracula laughed, hugging his friend tightly as they shared a laugh.

"This means the greatest Glory, My dearest Friend, the greatest glory of all!" Dracula growled, His eyes looking down at the ground just opposite to you.

"We will be the One's that defeated a God," Draco said in an even greater victorious tone.

Dracula patted his friend on the back... but... you got this, strange feeling inside, watching as Dracula peered over Draco's shoulder as they embraced, his terrible Crimson eyes slowly lifting, more and more until they settled perfectly on yours.

Dracula's face was painted with confusion at first, his eyes looking right through you as He slowly but surely lifted a taloned hand, carefully reaching out for you where His claws would meet your shoulder. Grimacing as an icy cold sensation shot through you, you stepped back "What!? What the fuck... He's looking right at me?" You said aloud as Dracula paused.

The Vampire king's face seemed to light in recognition, his lips stretching and creasing into a wide and understanding smile, his eyes looking at you, as the Red in his iris drained away, and only Gold remained.

"What are you looking, My friend?" Draco twisted around, peering blindly into the darkness.

But Dracula merely smiled, his eyes slowly leaving you, as He smiled "Oh nothing, I was just, lost in my memories."

"My King..." Dracula turned, and You turned also, seeing a woman, taller, stronger, wearing what looked like... Armour, yes, Old armour like a knight would ware, her Long crimson hair tied neatly into a bun, as Her amber eyes curved with glee. "Is it done, Your Majesty?" Valerica said, younger and fresher.

Dracula nodded, his laceration's sealing shut, and Draco smiling, wrapping his wrists with Pale bandages.

"Yes, My dearest Granddaughter. It is done." He said eloquently.

"Good... I fear myself out of turn, Your Majesty." the younger Valerica said.

Dracula raised an eyebrow, and Draco grinned wider "Ever the Young Knightess." The Human said, making Valerica flush at the man.

"Yes... Lord Draco... But I am afraid that I may have caved to the human emotion of pity." Valerica admitted.

Dracula chuckled "Ahhhh yes, Rosaria my dear, I can hear you, come out come out!"

A smaller, even younger form emerged from the shadow's, Rose was barely older than she was in the last memory you saw her in, but she had certainly aged, if not very slowly, her long red hair partially covering her round face.

"I thought that I could evade your senses, Grandfer." the younger Rose said, her head low in shame.

King Dracula chuckled, whisking his Grandaughter up in his arms as He laughed "You did, little Petal, don't worry, I could not smell you until Rica mentioned, I am proud of you!"

Rose looked coldly, her frame small in comparison to Dracula's tall and powerful arms "Proud? that is good?"

Vlad frowned a little, brushing a red hair out of her face as He looked at her large blue eyes "Da.. My little Petal, We'll make an Inquisitor of you yet, and then you can explore the world, just like your mother wanted, and find for yourself a prince who will sweep you off your feet, Alexander's wishes be damaged." He said sadly.

Rose put on a strange inhumanly cold smile "Do you Swear it, Granfer?" she asked innocently.

Dracula smiled nodding, knowing his head "I swear it, Little Petal."