Fresh Blood
Apr. 5th, 2013 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
His name is Vlad Dracula, though, if asked, he will say it is Matthew Corday.
Vlad, or Matthew, had just passed through the gate of his new estate, in Massachusetts, driving a rented pick-up truck. The truck contained six, coffin sized boxes of Transylvania soil...his soil. Vlad had finally decided to move to America, both to be closer to certain descendants of Jonathan and Mina Harker, the closest thing he had to family, and to acclimatize himself to the modern world, which was changing oh so fast.
And speaking of change. Vlad brought the truck to a stop, sliding out of the cab and looking around in wary wonder. This was not his lands. Supernatural being that he was, Vlad knew he had never been to this place before. He took a deep breath, grateful that he had his earth with him! Looking around, he saw he was on a hill and was surrounded by doors of various shapes and sizes. Dracula paused, giving himself time to adjust and to form a plan.
Vlad, or Matthew, had just passed through the gate of his new estate, in Massachusetts, driving a rented pick-up truck. The truck contained six, coffin sized boxes of Transylvania soil...his soil. Vlad had finally decided to move to America, both to be closer to certain descendants of Jonathan and Mina Harker, the closest thing he had to family, and to acclimatize himself to the modern world, which was changing oh so fast.
And speaking of change. Vlad brought the truck to a stop, sliding out of the cab and looking around in wary wonder. This was not his lands. Supernatural being that he was, Vlad knew he had never been to this place before. He took a deep breath, grateful that he had his earth with him! Looking around, he saw he was on a hill and was surrounded by doors of various shapes and sizes. Dracula paused, giving himself time to adjust and to form a plan.