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Roland and Annabelle, part 4
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If my heart was still warm it would’ve surly been cold now. My son, my dear little boy whom I have raised since he was the age he looked, ten, was gone. My worst enemy, the evil Count Dracu, had convinced my son Roland to leave with him and it was my fault.
He never would’ve left with Dracu if I had told him the facts sooner.
When I turned my beloved Roland and Annabelle into vampires at a very young age I knew from that point on their bodies would never age but their minds would continue to advance. They would on the outside remain children while on the inside grow and advance in their immortality.
I taught them everything from mortal knowledge to vampire knowledge. All the facts they would need in life. Everything, that is, except the fact that they would not age. Then my Annabelle finally asked about this fact.
When I explained this to them Annabelle excepted this as she often does, but Roland rebelled. He took off into the night.
And Dracu found him.
They left for Europe and we followed straight away after them.

The first place we went was Transilvania, to Dracu’s very home.
As we approached the dark, foreboding castle I was filled with apprehension. We already had checked the place out from a distance. I did not want to put her in jeopardy but I couldn’t leave her alone either. She wouldn’t have it any other way however as her desire to find Roland was as strong as mine.
We walked up the natural, eerie bridge that led to the dark ancient castle. The full moon shone through the trees and only the sounds of the wind could be heard.
“Father, we are being watched from up there on that cliff, over there in the forest, there also in the forest and over there near the castle.”
“I know.”
We walked up to the big steel door and I rapped the knocker.
It opened, revealing a crazed man. Dracu has used mortals many times before. He can bewitch the mind and place a spell on them that would turn the sanest man into a slobbering idiot.
“Yes?”
“Good evening sir. My name is Anthony Forsight and this is my daughter Annabelle. We are looking for Count Dracu and a little boy about ten years of age.”
Annabelle whispers into my ear, “He’s not here father. We are wasting our time.”
“The master was here with the boy but they left. Would you like to come in for a drink?”
“No thank you. We must be going.”
“Actually, hee hee, I think not. The master and his charge will continue to China and you two will remain here.”
That’s when the other vampires swooped around us. We were surrounded.
I started to hold Annabelle close but she brushed me aside, “No father. I will not be treated like a child here. Not now!”
“But Annabelle!”
“No!” then she transformed into a wolf, snarled and attacked the closest vampire. I joined the fight and before long it was over. We triumphed and they fled back into the shadows.
We quickly fled as bats upon the wind because we both knew they were not truly gone. They had out numbered us and the only reason we came out alive was that it was merely a test of our strength.
We followed the path of my enemy and traveled the world. We came across many mortals, vampires and other creatures, each time close but not close enough.
It had been forty-two years since Roland left that night and we seemed no closer to finding him. I must confess my faith was worn but my dear sweet Annabelle never lost her vision. She KNEW we’d find Roland. She believed it in her heart and charted our course from destination to destination.
We had been traveling for decades. So many sights to see at night. It truly was a wondrous world.
Annabelle enjoyed every new setting, each new discovery.
We stood upon the Great Wall of China,
Annabelle: “Impressive!”
Gazed across the city of lights that is Paris,
Annabelle: “So many mortals.”
Looked up at the Roman Coliseum,
Annabelle: “A marvel.”
We even visited the great Pyramids of Egypt,
Little Annabelle sits on her own camel, “Father! It’s just as I’ve seen in the books! So much history!”
All the while we must’ve been an interesting sight. I was dressed as a man of the age, she had a little dress made by the finest dressmakers we could find in New York. She also chose to wear her favorite dark crimson cloak and hood. Although people would at first glance think her a child, they would then pick up the older, mysteriousness of her. She was wise beyond their ages as she spoke to them with her little voice, sounding full of maturity.

The streets of foggy London as people glanced at us and hurry away. Big Ben chimes in the distance. “Father the mortals are so scared of us. Will it always be so?”
“Yes my beloved, I’m afraid it will.”
“I’m hungry father. There is substinence near by.” She turned her little head and gazed at the frightened chimney sweep watching us from the roof of a near by building. I could sense her playfulness was emerging once again. In her inward maturity she had developed a great deal of impish charm. She has always liked to play with her food. Maybe that’s why she prefers her ominous blood red cloak and hood.
With a blur of speed she flies up to the roof and grabs the Sweep by the jugular. Her little hand holds his neck with no effort whatsoever, suspending him twenty feet from the London pavement.
“Yes. This is just the meal I was thirsting for. A little English breakfast.” She bares her fangs.
The man cries, sobbing to me, (for without his notice I am there upon the roof) “P..please sir! Call ‘er off! She’s a demon!”
I of course say nothing. Why spoil her fun?
“You wound me sir! I am no mere servant of Hell’s depths. I hold a truer, darker (her little face glows even more cruel) gift. I, mortal, am a vampire! And I have NOT eaten this night. Your veins run fresh with blood. Feed me. Quench my terrible thirst!” She moves in for the kill.
“B..but I know why you are here!”
She looks only mildly interested, “And why is that my meat?”
“You’re looking for the other vampires! The one in the black cloak and the boy! You MUST be looking for the boy! When I saw him I thought he was the youngest vampire I had ever seen! But then I saw you tonight!”
She smirks. “Yes. You are a smart mortal. That boy is my brother. Shame he missed a fine meal like you.” She opens her mouth for a bite.
“San Francisco! I heard the boy complaining! They were arguing! The boy wanted to find you but the man said someone in San Francisco, in America, could help make him a better vampire! Please! Don’t kill me! My old mum..”
She spins him around and dumps him on the roof. Then she glares at him, her blood red eyes burning through the night, “Foolish meat! If you are so keen to not wet my pallet, then why are you out on a lovely night chasing vampires? Go home to your ‘mum’! She must be worried sick about you! Stop spending your nights on the town and return to your family! It’s the most important thing! GET! Before I forget how thirsty I am!” she snarls.
His feet do not touch the ground as he scrambles out from our presence.
“You do that quite well you know.”
“I’ve had many decades to practice. Now lets visit the dog pound, grab a bite, and be on our way.”
“Yes my sweet daughter.”



The date was October 26, 1854. The severest earthquake since 1851 struck San Francisco at 7:30. Those mortals fled for their lives like rats scurrying from two giggling bats on the hunt.
But this was not the big quake that would wreak the city in the next century so they did quiet down.
At least most mortals did.
A woman runs in fear of her pursuers into an alley. The two of them catch up.
“Hey lady, Mitch an’ I just want a peek!”
“Yeah! Pull up your dress!”
“NO!”
They moved in.
A little ten-year-old boy is suddenly in the alley. How he just appeared there is as much a mystery as why someone so young would be out so late.
“The mortal said no.”
Both men turn to look at him. Some kind of fear tickled the hair on the back of their necks.
“Get lost kid.”
Roland’s blood red eyes flare. Then with a quick movement he hit Mitch through a brick wall.
“What?” the other man said in alarm.
Roland was at his leg. He savagely bit the man, drained him of all blood and discarded his corpse to the ground. As Mitch climbed out of the wall Roland was on him and biting at the neck. They were both dead within minutes.
Roland’s little face turned, blood dripping from his fangs, to look at the woman. He wasn’t angry or vicious anymore but the woman didn’t see that.
She screamed and ran.
“WAIT! NO! I won’t hurt you! I just wanted to help you!”
The sound of applause came from the darker part of the alley.
“HAHAHAHA! So noble of you little Roland. I swear you’ve become more like Anthony every day!”
Dracu than snarled bitterly, “You could have had her! I’ve taught you my ways, trained you to be what a true vampire should be, but you constantly ignore it to do your own thing. Anthony is weak! Stop loving mortals and start killing them! Randomly, purposefully, anything!”
“I killed those two didn’t I?”
“You do prey on criminals from time to time, but I can see in your face you would rather not. Weak.” Dracu turns around and starts to walk away.
Roland is quiet as he follows along behind Dracu. They walk down the cracked, darkened street.
“Forty-two years I’ve tried to train you Roland. I’ve taken you to many of my haunts across the world. Showed you all the methods of proper vampirehood. I’ve introduced you to many of my friends, yet you STILL behave hesitantly. Our last argument, in London, was too much! I’ve brought you here, to this American city, to face my final choice.”
“Choice? I’ve had no choice at all! Whenever you were not around you’ve had your servants constantly watching me. When you WERE around you insulted me whenever I wasn’t up to your ideal version of a vampire. I would’ve left long ago for my home in GothemMetropolis York but my family left there.”
“So you HAVE been trying to track them down. I knew as much. If you want to leave my presence then just leave.”
“Sure, then once I do you’d have some thing chase me down and trap me in the sun. No thank you.”
They arrived at the outskirts of town and to the front door of a newly built house. The door opened without a word.
A woman in a black velvet dress sat in a chair and watched them enter. The entire house was dark. The only light was from two small flickering candles.
Dracu glided over to her and kissed her hand, “Iva, it has been a long time.”
“It has Count. Many years since you visited my old gypsy caravan. What brings you here?”
“She’s a vampire!” Roland stated as he saw her fangs glint in the moonlight.
“Don’t see many little boy? That’s strange since you are one as well.”
“But the décor of this house, the things you have here, point you out to be a witch. You’re both?”
“He doesn’t miss a thing, does he?”
Dracu turns to Roland with a sinister smile; “I did not turn you little baby vampire so I can’t bend you to my will. But Iva here has skills most vampires do not. She has spells that could turn you into my slave.”
Roland starts to back towards the door, “So much for training me of my own free will then.”
“I TRIED training you! Each night we hunted and each night you either wined about killing helpless ‘innocent’ mortals or refused outright. For FOUR decades I tried! But that ‘father’ of yours, that useless excuse for a bloodsucker, has ruined you!”
“Stop it! Anthony Forsight is a great man!”
“Exactly child. He’s a man. Still. In his heart he’ll ALWAYS be a mortal. And I guess I should’ve realized you would always be too. So I either kill you or enslave you. I believe enslaving you is the best course, don’t you agree? It has such wonderful possibilities for torture your family.”
Iva was getting things ready for the incantation.
Roland bolts with speed beyond a moral man or boy but Dracu has always been faster. He’s grabbed the boy and thrown him to a wall. He then steps on Roland’s neck, pining him to the floor. “I’ve always been stronger than you Roland. Accept it. You may begin the incantation now Iva.”
Roland struggles, thinking, “Father! Sister! I know you’ve been looking for me! Please! Where are you? ANNABELLE?”
“Right here my brother!” Annabelle replied.
I let out a scream as I tackled Dracu to the wood floor. Dracu throws ME off but I’m so enraged at what he’s done, or could have done, that I just attack again with even more fury.
“Brother! My dear brother! Are you alright?” she embraced him.
“Oh Annabelle! I wondered if I would ever see you again! Did you find the chimney sweep?”
“Yes! I somehow knew where he’d be. It was like I could see where you had been! I must be the bond we share.”
A magic bolt hit Roland square in the chest, which spinned him to the floor.
“Leave my brother alone Hag!” Annabelle snarled as she lunged for the vampire-witch’s throat. Iva knocker her away but didn’t catch her brother as he bit into her arm.
She shook him off but his sister then pushed her down.
“FOUL THINGS! You’re too young to be what we are! You should be disposed of!”
Annabelle’s eyes turn cruel, “Really? And what makes you our judge? You seem unfit to me. You can’t decide what you are!”
“I am both a witch and a vampire, foolish child. I have the skills for both as you shall soon see.”
“Annabelle be careful! She’s tricky!”
“She’s a bad girl, that’s what she is. Time to put up your toys.” Annabelle knocked over the table, spilling all the materials, which ruined the incantation. The candles ignited the near by drapes, causing the house to become an inferno.
“NOOO! How dare you!” Iva screamed. She could attack the children but there was so many of her rare ingredients she had to save, so with a look of hate she sped off into the house to save as much as she could.
They see Dracu and I out on the lawn fighting.
“Shall we?” she asked.
“Of course.” He smiled.
Despite my righteous fury he had tricked me. I was on the ground. My left leg was hurt but healing. I would not have much of a chance however as Dracu stood over me holding a piece of the wooden banister from the now engulfed porch. With his speed he could’ve run me through and I knew it.
My old enemy let out a gasp as my son jabbed the other banister through his heart.
Dracu staggered to the ground. My children helped me stand.
“Foolish child! I taught you everything I know! And you would betray me like this?”
“My father taught me what is important! It’s not feeding or hunting or placing one self above another. Its family.”
“Lets go my children. It is time.”
Annabelle gives a cold look into Dracu’s eyes, “Yes father. I tire of this man and his overstuffed ways. The night is young and there is much to feed on.”
Dracu says with a calculating look at us, “This is not finished.”
Annabelle replies, “Yes, you are. Want to know why?”
He is silent.
“Because we have something you do not. We have each other. You make plan and seethe in your little world of hate, dark prince, but we’ll laugh and play and enjoy each other. No matter what you do you can’t have what we have, a family. We watch out for each other. We’ll always have this love. This is something you’ll never get as you sit in that lonely castle. Good by old man.”
We turned and left. He watched us go. I do not know why he didn’t attack us again.
He certainly has tried his schemes in the years that followed but they were ultimately unsuccessful.

We’ve survived many years together. We moved back to GothemMetropolis and have settled into a comfortable life. The children go out on their nights to play and laugh. We became very fascinated with the mortal’s motion pictures and then television, but these toys lost their interest after awhile. The children even pestered me to purchase a computer.

So that is my tale. I cannot feel truly guilty for turning my children for while they could’ve died years ago they have instead lived happier lives than most mortals do in a flash of time.




Well that’s it guys. You’ll be seeing the kids more frequently as they will prove to be important to one of my cast.

I’m looking for micros of two little kids in 19th century attire and little cloaks, or something similar to work with. I’m also hoping Sarah will be able to make me one of her ones. I can’t think of a good actor for Roland, but I’ve played with a picture of Claudia for Annabelle. Here it is.




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