saitaina | The Begining of Vlad

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Behind the cut is the opening bits of “Vlad”. I’m seriously not happy with it but here it is for you lot to pick apart. Please, do.

His name was Vladimir, but no one ever called him that…unless you were his father and rather pissed off at him. Vlad was a prince, a king, a lover, a demon. He was your every fantasy and your every nightmare.

He was a fallen angel, chosen to seduce you into madness and lust. He was the dreams that you could barley remember; yet longed to forget.

He was my prince. My King. My lover. He was my everything. He was my beginning, and my end. He was…my brother.

Vlad was born in the year 1431, a cold November night that left him screaming. But Vlad was truly born in 1447, when our father and eldest brother were killed. That was when Vlad Tepes Dracula, became Vlad the Impaler.

History remembers my brother as an evil man, a cursed man. But I was the one who stood beside him as his world crashed down around him. I am the one who watched the horrors my brother committed. I, and I alone, knew the tears my brother cried in the darkness of night.

So now I’m here to tell you his story…our story. I never regret what has happened, or what we have done. I make no apologies. I just wish…I wish that history had given him credit, for who he was.