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Vlad Scene
Due to the Twilight mania nonsense, I've had my Vlad muse in my head ranting an throwing things. Unfortunately his brother's not as vocal so I can't write much, but I have this small piece that they wanted written.
For those who don't know/remember Vlad, it was my second novel that produced two scenes (check the memories) and a LOT of re-writes since I can't figure out what timeline the story is. It's a fictionalized account of Vlad Tepe Dracula and Radu Tepe, his brother.
Title: Evil Intentions
Rating: PGish
Time-line: Modern
Notes: Ignore the mis-spellings, broken keyboard. Feel free to rant at the grammer. Comments GREATLY appreciated.
Radu looked up at the large wooden doors to the church, swallowing thickly. He had spent centuries avoiding any form of a house of worship, doing his best to continue his faith with meetings outside of churches, but this time, he couldn't avoid stepping inside. It was baby Maria's christening and he hadn't come up with a decent excuse that Lucita would accept.
Taking a deep breath, eager to get out of the sweltering that was bathing Barcelona, Radu opened the heavy door in front of him, lifting his foot to take a step, and then jerking it back, wavering. Did the curse count if you passed the threshold into the Vestibule? Or only if you entered the church proper? Radu didn't know and wasn't eager to burst into flames testing it.
Minutes passed, and with each one, visions of the tantalizing water that could be found inside taunted Radu, .teasing him for being so weak. He raised his foot again, allowing it to hover before placing it down, his toes just barely over the threshold. He took another breath, and another step, moving fully into the Vestibule of the church, his breath rushing out of him when he didn't burst int flames.
The sharp sound of his dress shoes against the tiled floor followed him as he entered the Nave, hesitating for a moment at the screen.
"You know, evil doesn't actually burst into flames upon entering a church,"
Radu's head jerked up at the familiar, and un-wanted voice, staring at his brother. Vlad was lounging on the alter, his rear end parked squarely between the Chalice and Paten, making shivers run down Radus spine. His brother was literally sitting between the blood and body of Christ.
"What are you doing here, Vladimir?"
"Same reason you are, I suspect, watching the christening of our last grandchild...to date," With that, he swung down from the alter, a long coat flowing after him. How Vlad could stand to wear a knee length coat in this heat was a mystery Radu wasn't really wanting to solve...unless it involved ice packs. He could use an ice pack.
"Four hours early? Please tell me the priest is still alive..."
"Unless he had a sudden heart attack, he is," Vlad said with a shrug, circling his brother. "Madrid was good for you, you look healthier."
"No thanks to you," Radu said, still suspicious of Vlad's words. He wouldn't trust that the priest was safe until he saw the man with his own eyes. He moved past his brother, kneeling before the large crucifix, crossing himself before bowing his head in prayer. Centuries past, and he still couldn't get the image of the blood covered cross out of his head. He would wonder if Vlad ever regretted destroying his faith, but he doubted his brother regretted anything.
"I've missed you," Vlad said softly, just barely loud enough to hear before turning, this echoing footsteps telling Radu he was leaving.
Radu's head dipped more, tears sliding down his cheeks. 'I've missed you too, Vladimir," he whispered once his brother was out of range, before raising his head up to stare at the carving of Jesus', who stared silently back.
EDIT: Expert Tip of the Day: When checking a washing machine's drainage hoses for blocks, try to empty the drum first, it is a lot easier then re-creating Old Faithful on the floor of your bedroom/laundry room/garage/ect.
...unless drowned cat was the look you were going for. *blows damn hair out of face*
For those who don't know/remember Vlad, it was my second novel that produced two scenes (check the memories) and a LOT of re-writes since I can't figure out what timeline the story is. It's a fictionalized account of Vlad Tepe Dracula and Radu Tepe, his brother.
Title: Evil Intentions
Rating: PGish
Time-line: Modern
Notes: Ignore the mis-spellings, broken keyboard. Feel free to rant at the grammer. Comments GREATLY appreciated.
Radu looked up at the large wooden doors to the church, swallowing thickly. He had spent centuries avoiding any form of a house of worship, doing his best to continue his faith with meetings outside of churches, but this time, he couldn't avoid stepping inside. It was baby Maria's christening and he hadn't come up with a decent excuse that Lucita would accept.
Taking a deep breath, eager to get out of the sweltering that was bathing Barcelona, Radu opened the heavy door in front of him, lifting his foot to take a step, and then jerking it back, wavering. Did the curse count if you passed the threshold into the Vestibule? Or only if you entered the church proper? Radu didn't know and wasn't eager to burst into flames testing it.
Minutes passed, and with each one, visions of the tantalizing water that could be found inside taunted Radu, .teasing him for being so weak. He raised his foot again, allowing it to hover before placing it down, his toes just barely over the threshold. He took another breath, and another step, moving fully into the Vestibule of the church, his breath rushing out of him when he didn't burst int flames.
The sharp sound of his dress shoes against the tiled floor followed him as he entered the Nave, hesitating for a moment at the screen.
"You know, evil doesn't actually burst into flames upon entering a church,"
Radu's head jerked up at the familiar, and un-wanted voice, staring at his brother. Vlad was lounging on the alter, his rear end parked squarely between the Chalice and Paten, making shivers run down Radus spine. His brother was literally sitting between the blood and body of Christ.
"What are you doing here, Vladimir?"
"Same reason you are, I suspect, watching the christening of our last grandchild...to date," With that, he swung down from the alter, a long coat flowing after him. How Vlad could stand to wear a knee length coat in this heat was a mystery Radu wasn't really wanting to solve...unless it involved ice packs. He could use an ice pack.
"Four hours early? Please tell me the priest is still alive..."
"Unless he had a sudden heart attack, he is," Vlad said with a shrug, circling his brother. "Madrid was good for you, you look healthier."
"No thanks to you," Radu said, still suspicious of Vlad's words. He wouldn't trust that the priest was safe until he saw the man with his own eyes. He moved past his brother, kneeling before the large crucifix, crossing himself before bowing his head in prayer. Centuries past, and he still couldn't get the image of the blood covered cross out of his head. He would wonder if Vlad ever regretted destroying his faith, but he doubted his brother regretted anything.
"I've missed you," Vlad said softly, just barely loud enough to hear before turning, this echoing footsteps telling Radu he was leaving.
Radu's head dipped more, tears sliding down his cheeks. 'I've missed you too, Vladimir," he whispered once his brother was out of range, before raising his head up to stare at the carving of Jesus', who stared silently back.
EDIT: Expert Tip of the Day: When checking a washing machine's drainage hoses for blocks, try to empty the drum first, it is a lot easier then re-creating Old Faithful on the floor of your bedroom/laundry room/garage/ect.
...unless drowned cat was the look you were going for. *blows damn hair out of face*