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, |
Dracula was beginning to lose his patience, and the vines that wound around his ankles only chipped away at his cool exterior. Foolish mortals, daring to disobey him - had he not shown them who he was before? Did they not know his power? Beauty was the most foolish of them all if she thought vines would stop him.
He swiped at the offending plants with inhumanly sharp fingernails, his curved fangs bared in a snarl. "Beware, girl, of how you speak to me. Mina is mine now, just as her friend Lucy is, and just as all of you shall be - if I so choose. Perhaps eternal life will be denied to you, and all you shall receive is death itself." He knew Mina wanted to be free, and he focused all of his energy on her. If he was to meet Van Helsing, to have the women he'd fought so hard to protect on his side would be most advantageous. She would do his biding once she was free, and even if he became imprisoned once more, the next time there would - or so he planned - be even more of the undead awakening.
"Whatever barriers they have are nothing you to any longer, Mina. You are one of the undead, and now you will leave this place and join me."