Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nobleblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Vlad was trying to will himself into going back into his apartment and possibly barricading himself inside when he felt Daniel's weight against his chest, and even though he could have fought back, he chose to let the impact send him stumbling backwards against the wall. Something was very, very wrong; but attempting to figure out what sent bolts of pain across his forehead like someone was slicing open his skull.
He was Vlad, and he didn't want to hurt them - not even Boyd - and for a moment he believed it; but the next it was gone and he was Dracula, not this Vlad person, while the beast was an obstacle and the females were prey. A low growl escaped his lips as he took a step forward, his body torn between resisting and giving in. A heart that should have been beating was still, and lungs that should have been heaving with effort were empty. Yet he was still alive... how?
He looked up just in time to see Rosalie and Boyd disappear behind the wall of thorns, leaving him alone with Daniel. Vlad let out a roar of frustration, eying the beast with a sort of desperate hatred. "Get out of my way, Daniel," he spat furiously. "You cannot keep me here - do you know who I am? Do you truly think you can stop me?"
Yes, that was it - everything made sense now. He was Dracula, and he'd been asleep for far too long. Now he'd awoken to claim what was rightfully his: everything.