• A/N

    This story is about Draculura when she was human. If you don't understand, then start reading and you just might get it. :3 This is a one shot story but there will be other "Chapters" added on to this one. They are not really a continuation of this story but are other different back stories of Draculura and her direct family and friends... So I'll publish them all together on this one story.

    Also, I try not to leave holes in my stories but I wasn't able to do research on this time period so I used one of my fictional books during the year 362 A.D. and I am not sure how accurate it was. If it was off on clothing or custom or something please just disregard it and read on.

    Also, number 2, I'm very random and this has been running through my head since the nickelodeon Winter Funderland Invader Zim showing on Christmas Eve. I WAS THE TURKEY ALL ALONG!...that was Gir, which equals complete and total cute awe-someness! LOL Enjoy reading; and please Review! 3.

    Monster High Fan Fiction

    When the Rose Wilted…

    400 A.D.

    When Vlad Dracu became the first vampire he changed his wife and his only son, Dracula. Dracula and his wife had one daughter, but his wife died in child birth from a rare disease before he could change her. When they realized Mina would get sick Dracula had wanted to change her immediately, but since women couldn't have children when they are turned into vampires she wanted to have one child first.

    Unlike most born vampire children, Lura was born with the normally dominant vampire trait, as a recessive factor. This made her a human. To become a vampire she would have to be changed, but once changed she would be just like any other born vampire.

    Dracula didn't want Lura to grow up without a mother. He wanted her to have a chance at a normal life before she became a vampire. So, after she was born and Mina's body was buried in the family cemetery Dracula left Lura bundled up in the finest woven pink blankets on the door step of a wealthy merchant trader in a town in Eastern Europe. He planed that once Lura was six teen years of age he would come back for her, but until then he would keep a safe watch over her but not intervene in her life.

    It was a cool sunny day; nearly one week until the winter Solstice, Lura was sitting under an evergreen tree in the wide open field surrounded by hills that in spring will be filled with flowers. (And bright red and pink roses, Lura's favorite.) Being the daughter of a wealthy merchant trader Lura was allowed to read, though most girls weren't allowed or taught to do such things. Lura loved books. She was reading one of her favorites about a princess and a pauper. While lost in thought Lura didn't notice as her best friend Logan was sneaking up on her.

    Logan reached over and grabbed the book from Lura's hand putting his fingers in it to keep her from losing her page. Lura's eyes shot open and she reached up laughing as Logan held the book high above his head out of her reach teasing her. He was well taller than her, mainly because she was so short.

    "Logan give me back my book this instance!" Lura laughed standing on her tippy toes in her pale pink flats with the one red fabric rose on the toe.

    "Say please and I'll consider it." Logan teased back. Lura Stopped reaching up and crossed her arms across her chest, making her dress lightly bunch up around her breast. She was wearing a pale pink gown with beautifully hand-stitched red roses and golden colored trim. It had a laced red bust and it hugged her curves generously in all the right places. It had a bright red bow tied around the waist and long tailored sleeves. Lura made a face trying to look pouty, but the adorable look faded into a smile as she jumped up and grabbed the book out of Logan's loose grip dropping her page.

    Logan was a boy of age seven teen. He and Lura had known each other since they were children and had watched each other grow up. Logan had certainly loved watching Lura blossom into the beautiful (and bodacious) young women she had become. And Lura had very much enjoyed watching Logan grow into a strong young man he was. He had short brown hair so dark it was almost black. He was well fit with the muscles to prove it. But most wonderful of all his features were his eyes. They were a deep navy blue; quite the opposite of Lura's faded sky blue eyes.

    Lura liked to think of how cute their children would be if they had any. But she wouldn't allow her mind to linger on such thoughts because they were only friends.

    Logan rubbed Lura's head tousling her hair in a playful manner. "Your father was looking for you, I told him you'd be here."

    "What was it he needed?" Lura said pulling up her shawl that was a darker shade of pink than her gown with red roses on it. She shivered off the cold chill of wind that came through the air and smiled up at Logan.

    "He needed to talk to you about the day you would be fitted for the gown you're supposed to wear on your birthday to the Solstice festival…with me?" Logan said the last part trailing off. Lura's eye's shot open and she covered her mouth. Logan wanted to take her to the Solstice festival? It was something she could only dream of. But because of Logan's station would her father allow him to take her to the festival?

    "Oh, Logan…I…" Logan grabbed Lura's hands into his own. They were warm. Lura smelled sweet like cake and flowers and kindness. If beauty had a scent it certainly would be hers. He looked Lura in the eyes.

    "I would very much like to take you to the festival on my arm; would you do me the honor?" Lura's heart nearly stopped beating in her chest. At the same time it pounded away blasting in her ears threatening to burst from her out into the open.

    "Oh, Logan I'd love to go to the festival with you, but what about my father…" Lura trailed off. She wanted nothing more than to go to the festival with him. It was to be her sixteenth birthday soon and she would then be of marring age. She knew who she wanted a proposal from; no matter how doomed that wish was because of "social status" and what others thought. Wasn't her happiness more important than that of the opinion of some fisherman or common peasant? Unless, of course, that peasant was Logan.

    The reason they'd become friends at such a young age was because even though they weren't rich, or dirt poor, the family Logan came from were old family friends of Lura's. Though they were beloved friends of the family, that didn't make it alright for the two adolescences to marry (Or for Logan to court Lura).

    Both Logan and Lura knew of the story of how Lura was found on her families door step. But from her fair pale skin and ebony hair it was easy to tell she was of noble birth (They themselves were thought of as noblemen), so they accepted her into their family and loved her as if she were their own. They were not able to have children themselves so they loved her all the more and lavished her in gifts and spoiled her with anything she wanted (one of which things was being friends with Logan).

    "We'll fight that battle when it comes…for now all I wish to know if you will be my date to the festival." Logan said looking deep into Lura's eyes, "Please Lura." He begged.

    "Yes, I'll allow you to be my escort to the festival." Lura said, lowering her eyes as her cheeks blushed a bright shade of pink. Lura could never tell those beautiful blue eyes no. Logan had a grin stretch across his face that showed all his teeth and excitement all in one.

    "Now come on or my father will start to wander where it is we've been off to." Lura said gathering her skirts so she could walk without tripping heading in the way of her home. When her back was turned from him Logan thrust his fist into the air and jumped saying a silent YES! to himself, then quickly ran to catch up with her before she turned to see his excitement. "Are you coming or what?" Lura said slightly glancing over her shoulder.

    "Coming!" Logan said running up beside her, and they continued up the stone pathway to Lura's house.

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    It was the day after Lura had accepted the invitation to go to the festival on Logan's arm, and she was at the dress makers for her fitting. The dress maker was well known by Lura's family and had already prepared a few dress in different styles that he knew Lura would appreciate. He had Lura try on each dress to make sure it fit and hem it up if necessary.

    Though the dress maker was a man, everyone was okay with it because he was strictly professional. He was a somewhat young man being in his early twenties; but had become very successful, not only in this village, but in others all around.

    "Well Lura, I see it was a good thing I loosened up the bust of your dress; since your last fitting a month ago you've filled it out ever more." Lura blushed as the dress maker (John) pinned the dress this way and that. This teasing was something Lura was used to, but it was only a sign she was growing up.

    John had a few pins in his teeth, his face was entirely focused; he looked like a completely grown man not someone who was formerly a kid. The fierce determination at his work displayed all the knowledge he had of his trade. The only indicator (of his age) was on his face, if you didn't look at his physique, it was his eyes. They were bright and young but even they showed his smarts on dress making and his experience with people. Maybe he could help me with a problem I was having Lura thought. "John, may I ask you a question?"

    He mmmed through his teeth then he said. "You just did." He looked up at me; he was smiling for a moment before he went back to work on my dress.

    "John, say I know this girl." He looked up at me then went back to sewing and pinning. "And this girl likes this boy…" Lura wasn't sure how to continue without giving herself away, but then John interrupted her thoughts.

    "Then maybe this girl should get the boy to take her to the festival." He said slightly glancing up.

    "Well, what if this boy and this girl aren't exactly of the same social standings. And wouldn't be allowed to go to the festival, but were going anyway! What then?" Lura asked and he looked up. You could tell from his face that he knew exactly which boy and which girl she was talking about.

    "Then you need to decide not to care." John said, pausing with his work to look up at Lura.

    "But what will mother and father do if they find out about me and Logan…" Lura let the last part slip out without her knowing it. Her arms had been stretched out like a birch tree while John hemmed the sleeves and skirt, but now they fell down to her sides.

    "Now, this is not of my station to say…but what if they don't find out…" John said then turned his head down to focus even more intently on his sewing (More than was really needed.), and Lura could tell he was done with the conversation. It didn't matter because I've gotten everything I need…

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    It was supper time at Lura's house and Lura wanted to at least ask her parents, in an around the about way, if she could go with Logan to the festival.

    "So the festival is coming up soon…" Lura began.

    "Yes and your father and I have something to tell you about the festival." Jillian, Lura's mother said.

    "You know that boy Salem." Gaarius, Lura's father said.

    "Yes…what about him?" Lura asked setting down her fork.

    "Well he asked if he could take you to the festival and we said he could."

    "Isn't that wonderful, sweet heart." Jillian piped in.

    "No it isn't!" Lura said standing up. She didn't know the boy well, but what she did know of him was that he was snobbish and crude.

    "Lura what's gotten in too you! Sit down and eat your supper." Jillian said. What was getting into Lura?

    "But I don't want to go with Salem!" Lura cried.

    "Oh, quit being so melodramatic Lura." Jillian said Lura's name dragging it out. "It's not like he's marring you."

    "But that would be something for you to consider." Gaarius added onto Jillian's comment.

    Lura's face was one of shock. Tears were brimming her eyes. Lura was a very sensitive girl. She got up and ran to her room. While she was gone her parents continued the conversation.

    "Gaarius, why did you have to add that in there? You knew it would upset the girl." Jillian said placing the napkin from her lap onto her plate as a servant silently came and grabbed the plates from the table.

    "I was just saying, Jilly; it would be something for her to think about. He might would make a good match for her, and she is about to be six teen, prime age for marring."

    "It would be something for us to consider, but maybe we should dance delicately around the situation with Lura."

    "Yeah, I guess your right; well, I'll talk to her about that later. Maybe, sometime after the festival."

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    Lura was in her room on her bed holding her pillow to her chest and crying. Her parents always gave her a chance to do what she wanted to do, within some limits, but never decided for her what she would do. It hurt so much that they were telling her what to do now.

    All she wanted was to go to the Solstice festival with Logan at her side. She would wear a beautiful gown with garlands in her hair and Logan would wear a fine new suit. They would laugh, dance, sing, eat, and participate in the evenings games in celebration of the festival.

    It wouldn't even have to be that special. They'd just consort and being merry. Lura still couldn't believe that her dad had said she might be marring that boy. She couldn't imagine herself sitting calmly in the same room as him much less being wedded to him. She would not go to the Solstice festival with Salem; she would go with Logan; no matter what. Even if it resulted in her doing something she wasn't familiar with: lying to her parents.

    She would have to keep it a secret if she wanted to go with Logan and not that retched Salem. Getting Logan to agree would be easy, and so would setting it up, but lying to her parents probably wouldn't go over as well. But I would get this gone.

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    It was the day before the Solstice festival. After Lura had cleared up all her tears she had straightened herself out and gotten up to go talk to her parents and apologize. She told Jillian and Gaarius that she would be delighted to go to the Solstice festival on the arm of the low class merchant trader boy, Salem.

    Lura went out to her favorite reading spot where she found Logan sitting under the shady evergreen tree.

    "Hello Logan." Lura said coming up to sit beside Logan on the ground. After the intimate moment between the two of them yesterday, just sitting beside him would be hard for Lura.

    Lura pulled her knees up to her chest and put her hands into her lap to keep from reaching over and grabbing Logan's hands into hers.

    "Hello Lura. How was the fitting?" He asked. Logan had a smile on his face that spread to Lura causing her to smile in return. Lura could practically feel the vibes of happy rolling off of Logan from where she sat nearly a foot away.

    "It went nice, thank you for asking…Umm…Logan?" Lura asked.

    "Yes Lura?"

    "Jillian and Gaarius are trying to make me go to the festival with the merchant trader boy Salem from one of the neighbor villages." Lura spat out in one quick rush so she wouldn't back out.

    "Oh…" Logan began. All the happiness faded from his face and the atmosphere turned cold where it had recently been warm and light. Lura shifted her legs so that they were under her slightly.

    "But I have a plan…" Lura said reaching hafe-way out to Logan with her hand, before she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand back to her chest.

    Logan looked over at Lura, his eyes bright, listening intently. "I have a plan so that I can go to the festival with you, and not have to marry that jerk." At the word marry Logan's eyes grew and he clenched his fist.

    "What do you mean marry?" He said shortly.

    Lura looked up, somewhat surprised by the question. "Jillian and Gaarius said I need to think about marring that…-but that doesn't matter; do you want to be in on the plan, or not?"

    Logan nodded. Then Lura began to explain the plan of how they would sneak away after the festival began…

    ELSEWHERE

    Lord Dracula was making the preparations for his daughter, Lura's, room to be ready for her arrival. These six teen years had felt like centuries without company. Now, though, it was finally time to bring Lura home to him.

    Dracula stroked the oil painting of Mina he had on the wall along where her jaw line was. "Oh Mina, I hope Lura is willing to come with me; I hope our daughter isn't too heartbroken to leave her family."

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    It was late at night and Lura noticed she didn't have her book. I must have left it at the evergreen tree, she thought. So she slipped on her shoes and planned to run out into the night, get it and come right back.

    She grabbed the lone candle that had been sitting on the end table beside her bed. When she walked the candle flame threw menacing shadows on the walls and floor. Leaving darkness to consume her bed chamber she left into the cold dark night.

    As Lura was walking along the stone path way she was getting anxious. Everything looked so different at night. She heard a rustling in the nearby trees. Her heart beat sped up, and so did the pace she was walking at. She was nearly running before long. Why had I decided I needed that darn book now?

    "Is anyone there?" A white owl with large unnaturally blue eyes flew up in front of Lura causing her to shriek and throw her arms up into the air dropping her candle on the ground, the flame going out, leaving her in the complete and total blackness of the night.

    She began to weep silently to herself all the while silently cursing herself as she picked up the candle stick. You're just being silly Lura; she thought to herself, there is nothing out here that is going to get you. She began to walk calmly, taking deep breaths for safe measure. She began to walk with her arms slightly outstretched. The moon was nearly full but it would seem every cloud available was hiding it from view. She would just go about getting her book from her memory of the trail she went along nearly every day.

    She was at the evergreen tree before she had known it. She squinted her eyes and searched all around for her book but it was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Logan had found it and forgot to give it to me? She thought.

    "Looking for something?" A deep male voice said. Lura turned around to see an adult man with dark hair almost like hers and deep maroon eyes. He had her book in his hand.

    "Yes…that there is my book…Might I have it back?" Lura was cautious. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears.

    "Vell of course. And might I just say Lura you've grown quite a bit in the sixteen years since you were born. You look so much like you mother…" The man said. At the mention of her mother his voice trailed off in sadness.

    "What do you know of my mother…who are you?" Lura asked. Whoever this was she could actually almost feel power coming off of him in waves; it was so peculiar.

    "I am Dracula, the vampire. And I am your father." He said proudly looking up to see into Lura's eyes.

    Lura shook her head in disbelief. "Gaarius is my father, if you are the one who helped birth me that doesn't make you such. Jillian and Gaarius are my parents and will always be because they raised me." She said this with a strong voice.

    "I am your father Lura, and your mother's name vas Mina…She died giving birth to you." He said, pain lacing his voice. "I didn't vant you to grow up not knowing the love of a mother…"

    "Why did you come back now…" Lura said with desperation in her voice.

    "I vowed I vould come back for you on your sixteenth birth day."

    "What if I refuse to come with you?" Lura said she wasn't sure she meant her words, but she said them anyway. She didn't know why but she felt almost like she could trust this stranger who claimed to be her birth father.

    "It is your choice to come vith me. I vould not hold it against you if you decide not. If you need more time to think it over I too vould understand." Lura was silent looking away. Dracula handed her the book and she took it reluctantly. "If you decide to come vith me I vill await for you in your 'family's' tomb tomorrow night. If you vish to live with me, your rightful father, and be a vampire to live forever, come and meet me there." Dracula said the last part and then turned on his heel and disappeared into the forest becoming just another part of the night.

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    It was the big day, the day of the Solstice festival. Lura awoke with millions of things on her mind. Servants came in to assist Lura in dressing for the Solstice festival. They placed a gold gown, nearly white, with golden trim along the skirts lone pleat and under skirts. It trailed in folds behind her when she walked. It had puffed sleeves that draped low from her arms.

    "Oh young mistress you look so beautiful." They remarked; they were right.

    Lura, Gaarius, and Jillian made their way down to the village accompanied by their servants.

    "Hello all! And thank you all for coming to the Annual Solstice festival." Gaarius said gesturing broadly around the crowd. They clapped obediently.

    As Lura's father continued to ramble as he always did Lura got up from her seat on the stage, placed in the middle of the central hall, and snuck away to where she'd promised she would rendezvous with Logan. Lura lifted the last branch and stepped into the woods. She turned her head from side to side looking for Logan but could not spy him anywhere.

    She felt a set of hands slid around her waist and before she could yelp the hands spun her around and a set of soft gentle lips met hers. Logan…Lura signed into the kiss.

    "Sorry…" He said pulling away. "It's all I've been thinking of since you said you might would have to marry that brat of a boy." Lura smiled and thought about pulling away. Then decided not to, she liked this too much. Lura linked her hands, which had been resting on Logan's chest, around his neck.

    "And what else are you planning on doing about that?" She asked in a flirtatious tone.

    He smiled and wound his arms more firmly around Lura's waist bending her into a dip like something from a dance. "Well, I could do this…" Logan said kissing butterflies into Lura's stomach as he brushed her neck and collar bone with his lips in some of the most gentle of kisses. Lura leaned her head back and moaned slightly as her hair fell down draping behind her like a curtain.

    Logan straightened Lura back up, unwillingly, and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He grabbed her hands into his and began rubbing his thumb gently across her fingers before bringing them up to kiss them on the knuckles, all without losing eye contact. Lura was sad when Logan stopped kissing her and she made a pouty face.

    "What's wrong?" Logan asked brushing Lura's cheek which made her eyebrows relax from the pout, but her lips stayed puckered out stubbornly.

    "I really like you kissing me; why did you stop?" Lura said. Logan laughed softly and placed one kiss on Lura's pale pink lips.

    "We need to decide what we're going to do about giving Salem the slip."

    Lura threw her arms around Logan's neck nearly throwing him off balance as she did so and he reflexively wrapped his arms around her waist to catch her. "I love you Logan and I don't want to have to spend any of my time with any other."

    When Lura said this it touched a place in Logan's heart and he vowed to himself that he would only ever think of her. (As if he would have anyway.)

    "I...I love you too Lura." He said pulling her back from him enough to look at her well in the eyes. He brushed his hand against her chin and then pulled her in for a deep kiss. With the slight slip of tongue against her pale lips he pulled back. To much more of this and he wouldn't want to stop.

    "Why must you keep stopping?" Lura said impatiently. He chuckled to himself once more and said. "This is serious my sweet."

    "Indeed it is. You keep not kissing me!" All Lura truly wanted was for Logan to kiss her silly.

    "I will kiss you again once we figure out what we are going to do about Salem." Logan said firmly. He had to take charge or he'd let her make him forget the original purpose of this meeting.

    Logan truly would like to run away with Lura and leave all of this behind them. He knew it was overly dramatic but he could dream right? "We could announce we ourselves intend to get married."

    Lura's eyes grew huge. They get married! She sat down onto a large boulder that was slightly covered in moss. The trees above threw shadows and highlights all around them but it almost felt like one lone cloud stood over Lura. Sure she would love more than anything to be the wife of Logan; but thinking rationally that couldn't work, her parents would forbid it. "Oh Logan, I love you dearly; and I would like nothing more than too be yours truly for till death do us be parted but my parents would never allow such a thing to happen. They'd forbid me from ever seeing you and then marry me off by force to Salem."

    "We could run away together Lura; we could see all the world and you could visit the places you've read about in your books." Logan was holding Lura's hands in his. His eyes were twinkling bright with love. He knew all of Lura's hopes and dreams. When he spouted such romantic things to her with his beautiful eyes shining fright, it was hard to resist. I couldn't say no…

    "I don't…" Lura said glancing away. We'd have to start from nothing…

    "Lura I could take care of us, I promise I'd find a way." Logan said almost reading her thoughts.

    "When would we…" She trailed off. She wasn't sure she could go through with this…

    Logan thought to himself for a moment."We could meet tonight after the festival is nearly over."

    "I…" Lura didn't know what to say. She would want to run away with Logan but that was so immature. And what if they couldn't make it on their own? What if they had to come back?

    "Lura…" Logan said pulling her chin up so she was looking at him instead of where their hand rested in her lap.

    "I will meet you here tonight." Lura said confidently looking up to his beautiful blue eyes.

    With that, the two love birds exchanged one final kiss on the lips before turning to leave having to let go of one another's hands as they walked in separate directions.

    Logan slipped into the crowd gathered and Lura climbed the short few steps and slipped into her seat without as much as a soul noticing. "…As you all know it is my daughter, Lura's, sixteenth birthday." Lura curtsied for the group when her father gestured to her trying to hide the fact that her face was slightly flushed. I am glad most of them are too far away to notice…

    "I would like to announce the engagement of my daughter Lura to Salem from the Village of East Burrow." The crowd of distant friends and acquaintances clapped unaware that Lura's heart had dropped out of her chest on to the floor of the stage.

    "What!" Lura said standing up her spine going straight. All previous happiness a distant memory as the weight of this news crashed down unto her.

    From her position on the stage she could see Logan and his face had fallen and went pale. His features had become deadly and Lura almost felt bad for the brat of a boy. Almost…

    "But I don't love him I love Logan." Lura said. She covered her mouth with her hands but it was too late she had already said it. Gaarius' face was the color of a freshly bloomed rose as he bloomed with anger.

    "What! You can't love that insignificant-! Lura you are a disgrace to our family! What rubbish is this! I forbid you from seeing him ever again!" (Told you so!) ***POV CHANGE***

    I was getting onto the stage to calm down Lura's father when Lura ran from the stage off towards the forest. "Lura wait!" I called but she was too far to hear. I ran to her and caught her by her elbow as shouts from both Jillian and Gaarius could be heard from behind me.

    "Lura it's okay." It was twilight outside, and it would be dark soon enough. Time had flown by so quickly, almost as if in a dream. (But this dream was turning into a nightmare.)

    Lura was crying so I wiped the tears from her eyes with my thumb cupping her face in my hands. "Lura it will be alright." If we ran away then it wouldn't be easy for them to catch us seeing as it was so dark out. We wouldn't have the upper hand though since they now knew of our affair.

    "No Logan it won't." Lura said looking up into my eyes searching for something then turned away as if she couldn't bear to see it any more. The pain and sadness on her beautiful face made my heart lurch. "We wouldn't be able to survive all alone. I…wish it weren't so but it is…" she burst into tears again. Hanging her head in her hands I pulled her close to me in my arms. Her voice was so chocked with tears. It reminded me of the time her cat Beauty had gotten run over by a wagon. Except instead of her feline named beauty, a beautiful love would try and die this time…except I wouldn't let it.

    "Lura we could survive if we tried…" I wanted her to believe it could work, that we could work. I had pulled her from me to look into her tear filled eyes; I could hear the villagers looking for us. (He could hear it over the sound of his heart breaking from seeing Lura in such despair.) Lura wouldn't look at me.

    "No Logan, it wouldn't happen." She sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve pulling slightly back from me only making contact by her hand on his arm. Lura looked through me, almost like she didn't even see me standing there before her, pleading with her. Her face hardened and she said. "My whole life, my whole existence, has been a lie. This wasn't the life I was born to, not the life I was meant to live. I'm kidding myself if I think that this would work out. It's time I end this lie and go to live on the dark side…" She pulled away from me and ran in the direction of the cemetery.

    "Lura wa…" I saw her run away snagging the hem of her dress on a branch before snatching it loose and running on. I would have followed her but the sound of the villagers close by distracted me long enough for her to flee from me.

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    After Lura had ran from Logan in the forest he had followed her. She had run away to her family tomb where they buried all the dead. Why would she run there? He thought.

    Logan jogged along the cobble stone trail that lead to Lura at a fast pace. He had to talk to her; what had she meant by It was time she ended this life that was a lie and live on the dark side? He had to find her before she did something she would regret.

    Logan ran at a fast pace trying to catch up to Lura but it almost felt like the world was holding him into place and his legs were getting him nowhere. He could see the aluminous light of her family's tomb up ahead. He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.

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    Lura had run to the first place she thought she could get away to. She loved Logan and wanted to marry him. If she couldn't have him she wouldn't live at all…Lura decided to go to meet the man who had claimed to be her father. She wasn't sure why but she felt almost like she could trust him, even if she hadn't known him but what, a day?

    Lura had tears running down her cheeks that fell down onto her dress soaking the top of it. Lura came up to her family's tomb and stopped running. She wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve (in an undignified manner) and pushed with all her might on the big door to the entrance of the tomb. It was slightly open…

    Inside many torches were burning bright on the stone walls making it rather bright in the final resting place for the bodies of Lura's family. In the center was Dracula standing by a large stone coffin. Lura walked slowly over to him taking a deep breath of air and swallowing hard. With her head held high and her heart hung low she said, "I am willing to go with you if you truly are my birth father."

    Dracula patted the stone coffin. "You'll vant to sit down for the changing. For you to become a vampire, I'll have to drain you of all your blood and then share my blood vith you."

    Lura gulped. She wasn't so sure she wanted to be drained of her bodily fluids. "Will it hurt?" Lura said reaching up with her hand to hold her throat while scrunching her chin down and shoulders up.

    "Only for a second." Lura walked over at a snail's pace and warily climbed up onto the stone bed. Careful not to alarm her Dracula retracted his fangs and brushed her hair aside. "Close your eyes princess…"

    Lura drilled her eyes shut and held her breath. She knew she'd have to relax to keep from tensing up and backing out. She felt a p***k on her neck followed by a sharp pain and she clenched her teeth. She had to hold back tears. Lura's finger nails ground into the rough stone of the coffin as she bit back a sob. It hurts so much…Lura's eyes shot open as she cried out.

    And then without warning it all just stopped. Lura's body began to feel numb and she felt herself being leaned back on to the slab. Just as she let her eyes drifted back closed she saw Logan standing in the stone archway that leads into the tomb.

    He was sweaty and he looked scared. She wanted to go to him and run her finger in his hair and kiss his worry away. She wanted one last time to hold him in her arms and properly tell him good bye. Just to say his name one more time and hear him say hers…but life is full of regrets and this was hers to bear. "Lura..." was all she heard him say before she blacked out, into death.

    "What are you doing too her? What…What are you?" Logan wailed seeing the long incisors hanging from Dracula's upper jaw dripping with the richly colored blood of his beloved Lura. He saw him slit his wrist on said fangs and drizzle the blood into Lura's slightly open mouth. After Dracula had done so he licked the cut he'd made and turned to face Logan.

    "I am the vampire Dracula. I am Lura's father and I have come to take her to her rightful home." Dracula said retracting his fangs after having sealed the wound on Lura's neck and his wrist.

    "You can't take Lura away from me…" Logan said running up to Dracula. He wasn't thinking rationally. The boy swung on Dracula and Dracula countered by spinning past him lifting his arm and then catching his ankle and making him fall to the floor. He did this so fast it knocked the breath from Logan because he was moving at inhuman speed.

    Logan's eyes were wide when he hit the stone floor and scrambled away from Dracula. He staggered to his feet and walked over to the other side of the coffin where Lura was lying with her head limply lying on the cold stone. Her silky dark hair flowing out in a halo around her. Her eyes were closed and she wasn't moving. Logan grabbed her hand in his and lifted her head with his other fisting his fingers lightly in her hair. Her skin was so pale.

    "Lura speak to me…Lura…" Logan wept. He bowed his head over her and sobbed. "Please Lura…" He looked up at her, his eyes bright with tears.

    He brushed his thumb across her pale pink lips. They are so cold…Logan closed his eyes and looked down swallowing and choking back tears. "I love you…"

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    Sometimes when humans are turned, unless they are prepared and determined not to forget someone or something, they lose all their human memories. It's not common, but it isn't rare either. ***P.O.V CHANGE***

    When I turned my precious little girl Lura, I almost wished she wouldn't lose her memories. The loss of a mother and father was one thing, but she'd found someone she loved and who loved her in return. It would be difficult to watch if she didn't know who this boy was when she woke up. His despair would crack the heart in my chest that had nearly dried up decades ago.

    Lura's cold body began to stir. Lura sat up on the stone slab rubbing her black hair that reminded me of her mother. I held my breath. Logan looked up at her with hopeful eyes, and when he remembered me there he crossed to the other side of the coffin to come between Lura and I.

    "Where am I?" Lura said looking around through her new claret eyes.

    "Lura, oh thank God! You're okay I thought you were…" The boy Logan had grabbed Lura's hand up again where he had dropped it in her lap to sob and was looking down at it with wide eyes. "You're so cold…"

    Lura was tilting her head from side to side like she was trying to process what was going on. She pulled her hand back from Logan. "Who are you?" She said in one quick notion. Her voice was void of all emotion.

    The boy's eyes were huge and he began shaking his head from side to side like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Lura, it's me…Logan…don't you." Lura slid her legs over the side of the stone coffin table and pushed off onto the floor. "What…Lura! Stop! Where are you…" Lura began to walk towards me. Even though she didn't have a memory she could sense that I was like her, a vampire, and not just that, her creator (in more ways than one.). "Lura…Stop, please. I love you…" Lura turned back to glance over her shoulder at Logan who was near to tears with desperation on his face.

    Then Lura came over and linked her arm in mine. "Daddy?" she said cocking her head to one side.

    "Yes, sweet-heart, I am your father." Then Lura smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder closing her now blood red eyes.

    Logan had dropped to his knees where he had been standing. His eyes were unbelieving and he was shaking his head back and forth saying over and over It just couldn't be…

    "What is my name?" Lura asked looking up to me; she would believe anything I told her. I was all she had ever known now. Her other family, this boy… they would never see her again.

    I thought to myself for a moment. A new memory needed a new name. (The family name.)

    "Your name is Draculura, you are my daughter. I am the vampire Dracula." She nodded and smiled up at me.

    "And I am a vampire too?" She asked in her bell like voice.

    "Yes, you are a vampire too; and you vill forever be my little girl. Immortalized at the age of six teen."

    This made her smile and this time it was a big smile that showed her new fangs. The boy was lucky she hadn't tried them out on him. She turned around and smiled at Logan who looked up at her hopeful even though his face showed the situation looked hopeless.

    She leaned up to whisper in my ear covering it up with her hand; while pointing at the boy. "Is he my snack?" She asked licking her lips.

    I grabbed her shoulders firmly. "No Draculura, he is not food! He's…an old friend of yours…"

    "Then why don't I remember him…?"

    "Because he is no longer important…" I said in a hushed tone, glancing back at him. He was gone from now, too sunk in despair to stay in mind with us. Maybe it would be best for me to hint off that he was here… (Even if they'd think he was crazy when they found him). "Do you vant to go get something to eat?" I asked leaning my head to look her better in the eye. She nodded and with my hand on her back I guided her out the door and off to her new home.

    The End

    A/N

    The name Logan came to me because of who ever made the Draculogan MH doll (plus the name Logan makes me think of Wolverine and he is awsome), the doll looks really cool and it inspired the boy who I put into this story. (Hint: If you are reading the story "The Trail de Nile Runs" when I finish writing it and the sequel comes out you might want to recall who Logan is…)

    Also (3), so everyone knows…I just had my sixteenth birthday on the 28th of Dec.! And for Christmas I got the exclusive Ghoulia Yelps Gloom Beach Doll which is entirely creeperific-ly amazing! 3

    (Also 4, sorry it so depressing but it get better don't worry…we'll it won't end well…for Logan that is…You'll see what I mean!)