Of Fairies and Vampires

[FAUNA ROGERS]

The cool summer breeze rustled softly through her hair, making the fairy trapped in a human's body regret ever leaving her utopian Disneyworld. It had been so perfect there. Well, it had been so perfect there because of HER, but perfection was not to be scoffed at. That eternal 76 degrees spell had been cast for a REASON, gosh darnit!

It wasn't just the perpetually warm weather that had her more than missing what she considered home though. No, it was the lack of animals. This entire dang city was severely lacking in its biodiversity. She simply COULDN'T go on in a world like this, all concrete and now little animals for her to love. Whenever she had felt particularly empty without her baby Aurora back in Disneyworld, she could just go to the conveniently local Animal Kingdom and gaze longingly at the baby animals. There was no Animal Kingdom here! Heck, she was lucky if she came across the smallest pidgeon on her walks nowadays.

Golly, she REALLY needed to just have a little baby otter, or seal, or maybe even a little tiny raccoon infant to cuddle right now. Ever sicne she had left the land of eternal happiness she had regretted it. Heck, she didn't even KNOW if her poor darling Aurora was here! It was all just guess work, and somewhat sloppy at that. She was starting to think like a human. She could feel the perfection of fairydom and Disney slipping through her fingertips.

She sighed. It was late. She looked at her softly, sadly ticking Mickey Mouse watch. Almost 3:30. Goodness, what was she doing? She should be sleeping, resting, getting ready for a long day of searching for her poor baby princess tomorrow, but instead here she sat. Just waiting on a park bench for animals that didn't exist. Well, this was just being foolish. She was NOT making the most of her time in this city. The sooner she found her darling princess, the sooner she could get the heck out of here.

Whimpering slightly, she got to her feet, giving the park one last sweep of her eyes. Nothing. She was alone except for that large, fast moving-

OH GOODNESS! A Wolf! She had never actually SEEN one of those! Back in Disney they had considered them FAR too frightening for the young children, what with their HORRENDOUS portrayal in such perfect classics as beauty and the Beast and she was pretty sure Snow White. Fauna was at an odds with herself. Part of her was eager to embrace ANY creature, and the other part was reluctant to go against the wisdom of the Great and Powerful Walt Disney.

She crept closer, hiding behind a tree. She would watch it, behold it in its natural habitat before deciding whether to protect the rest of the city from such a monstrosity by adding a teacup to her collection or getting herself a new plush hug toy.

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So give them

[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Night on the weekends. Nothing pleased the old vampire more. Valko was the boss of his particular job which meant one thing in particular. He got the days off he wanted unless someone went on vacation. So on this wonderful Saturday he had already gone to a club in the Bronx, picked up an attractive woman, and fed after last call. Because of this he was pleasantly warm off his meal once he meandered his way, by transforming into a bat, to central park. It was late enough, and the park technically closed at sunset, that he was mostly alone. He shifted back to his human form and tugged at the long leather jacket that hugged his frame. It was no cape but then again this was not eighteenth century Romania, this was New York in the new millennium, capes didn't go over well.

Valko glanced around making sure the area of the park he had landed in was clear. With a shake of his hands he dove towards the ground and landed as a massive black wolf. His eyes almost glowed red and he stood more then a head and shoulders above the average canine. His fur was sleek and smooth as the midnight sky and his fangs hung below his upper lip making him look far more menacing then any normal wolf. He shook wildly as if throwing off his humanity and took off full speed.

It wasn't often he got to run as a wolf but he quite loved the feeling. The wolves of his castle had been loyal to a fault and dangerous to anyone who passed by. He missed them but no normal animal ever took a liking to him. Dogs would howl, cower, and wet themselves in fright when he came too close, cats hissed and tried to kill him, small animals usually sent themselves into a tizzy trying to get away from what they knew to be a predator.

So he bolted around for a while before deciding he would risk one of the more populated areas to get a drink. Valko was not stupid however, he slunk slowly through the small clumps of trees, sticking in the deepest part of their shadows and skirted the street lamps that lit the paths. There was one moment however, he need to cross the path to reach the river. His muscles coiled as he cast a very quick sweep of the area then trotted out into the florescent halo the lamp cast. Without hesitation he dove down the far side and to the bank of the river drinking quickly.

Something however caught his attention. He raised his head and flicked his ears quickly as if trying to find something. He dropped his head again but now those large black triangles were perked fully. Once he had taken his fill he turned and slunk back up the bank his head raising as he stared around slowly trying to see what he had caught a whiff of. Someone was here, and close.

Slowly he turned until he froze his bright eyes fixated on the woman who stood not fifty feet away. His ears rose and his head cocked. Now that was interesting. Women in New York never walked alone, in the park, at night. It was dangerous, and normally it wasn't wolves you had to be afraid of. She was a tourist or, like himself, not human. The question was which. So he froze, his bright red gaze focused, and waited holding perfectly still with only those crimson pinpoints in that abysmal form. Perhaps he looked so dark because of the halo of street light which perfectly framed him, then again it could just be part of who he was.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

She stepped lightly toward the big animal, cooing softly to the large creature, like she used to do to the small monkeys. It was really no different from an infant monkey, if you thought about it. it was just as furry, and it had just the same needs. She was SURE it would like her just as much those infant little animals had, and if not well... it was no skin off HER nose if there was a few more shards of broken glass in the world. One could always stand to cull the herd a bit anyway, yank a few bad apples from the pile.

"Ohh, THAT'S a good puppy, c'mere puppy! You look so big and pretty! Yes you do! Come to mama Fauna! C'mere!"

She smiled broadly and opened her arms to the large animal. This was MORE than a warm welcome, in her book. The animal should feel privileged. It was getting a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend some quality time with a fairy. This was why she liked animals more. They usually knew to respect their betters, not like those human ingrates that she brushed shoulders with everyday. Goodness knew how manners had slipped and fallen in the time that she had been sleeping.

Nowadays brats clogged up the streets with their loud music and APPALLING fashion choices. It was a struggle just to walk out and about during the day, let alone the night. Goodness Gracious, it was like Sodom and Gomorrah.

Wait, what was she supposed to be focusing on? Oh, right. The wolf. It was so easy to get sidetracked on the fall from grace that was today's youth.

"Come here pretty boy. It's okay! Mama Fauna's gonna take care of you!" She threw in a cute little whistle or two, figuring that it couldn't hurt. Heck, if it worked for Snow White then it might as well work for her.

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So give them

[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Valko stared at the woman. His bright eyes flashed in wondering thought. Was this woman daft? He scented the air for gunpowder or anything of the sort. Nothing seemed out of place, then again in this future it seemed even old ladies had some form of weapon. It seemed to just be the city but he was ever cautious. The sane human, on seeing him, would have either called animal control or run. Either way her reaction was unexpected.

His tail flicked and his ears swiveled slowly, no other humans near by. Perhaps he had gotten lucky. She seemed to be well off enough to not be homeless, meaning she wouldn't taste vile. He stepped slowly forward, perking his ears in curiosity. What manner of human, insane or not, called over a wolf with a pelt like shadows and eyes like live coals? It seemed madness.

Another step and he cocked his head at her cooing. What did she think he would do? Leap into her arms and lap her face like a month old puppy. He was defiantly not a puppy, in fact he probably came well past her hip. His ears flicked again checking for other sounds but there was no one. For a moment Valko thanked his lucky stars.

How often did a meal simply fall into your lap? He had eaten earlier in the evening but one didn't look a gift horse in the teeth, it was bad to second guess fate. So he stalked closer, walking a bee line. He kept his head low and his tail straight, giving no sign of intention other then his movement. Why bother warning her she might die. He guessed the woman would be ecstatic that her wittle puppy was listening. Those red eyes flashed in malicious delight.

He would make her run, he decided, make her regret her choice before eating her. He doubted, as of now, he would bother turning this one. She was batty and he didn't want to deal with cooing and fluffing for all eternity at this present moment. It sounded like a less lonely but highly bothersome existence.

He paused about ten feet back and he let his ears pin back. Slowly he lifted his lip, showing brilliant white teeth. He took a slow step forward snapping his jaws once. It was to get a point across. The snap of the jaws was an action no real wolf would do without reason but for a hunter like himself who liked his pray afraid, he was going to enjoy tearing her baby talking throat to shreds. It caused a canine smirk, which revealed more teeth as he snarled a little louder.

His growl and movement said run, run fast. He snapped his jaws again taking a slight angled approach, circling slowly as to herd her. This would be fast and easy if his plans moved as they usually did. She was definitely attractive but sadly off her rocker. Too bad. Either way he would enjoy this meal.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

Oh, Mr. Walt Disney had done the impossible! He had made a poor choice in typecasting the wolves as the heinous villains! They were just cute little puppies after all! She could only inwardly rue the hatred she had built up for such a beautiful, noble creature while watching such glorious classics as Beauty and the Beast and Snow White in which the fair heroines are chased mercilessly by those horrendous beasts. That wasn't true to reality in the slightest bit! They had HARDLY captured the beauty of the deep black fur, and she was pretty sure that there hadn't been a single red eye in the bunch of those on-screen wolves.

Plus, it was like they practically tamed themselves! After just a moment of playful calling, this cutey had walked right up to her! Wonderful! Perhaps she would be able to take him back to her apartment... She didn't recall anything in the contract about not being allowed to keep wolves in her room...

Hmm. He had stopped walking. Perhaps that was a sign that he wanted it to be a mutual relationship? She knew that in humans the couples were very obsessed with the idea of "both people in the relationship working for perfection." Might that also be the case with wolves? She was certainly no zoologist.

And then it happened. Goodness, NOW she knew the reasoning behind Walt's hatred of the species. Oh, HOW could she have ever doubted his arcane wisdom? That snarl, THAT SNARL! It was enough to break her heart. Needless to say, she HAD to teach this little rascal a thing or two about manners.

Leaping from her crouched position, she pulled her wand out from her sock in mid-air, landing wielding it like a sword. She didn't need to cast any spells on this animal (it wouldn't be worth the effort, poor dear) but she had found that most people responded when they saw that she was brandishing a most likely sharp stick.

Thwacking the insensitive beast on the nose with her wand, she made sure to keep perfect eye contact. That was always important in situations like this.

"Bad! Very bad puppy! You DON'T snap at Momma!"

Oh dear. She was very aware of how confrontational this was sounding. Confrontation never helped anyone. She had to backwheel, and quickly. Now what could work... Walt Disney provided so much inspiration, it was difficult to parse through it all. Perhaps a song? Songs made everything better. Oh, and she had just the one. It was about nature and everything!

She bent down on one knee, preparing herself for one of the most beautiful songs ever sung in a movie about Native Americans.

"The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends"

She belted it out, uncaring of who heard her. She wanted to get the point across to her friend the wolf, and make sure that he knew she was being as sincere as possible. He would know that since they were all part of the Earth together, it was only decent for him to be kind to her and do what she said, as she was clearly part of a superior species.

She smiled at him.

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So give them

[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Valko honestly thought she was pulling something far worse as she reached for her boot. Then just like that she had a stick. Now being Dracula reincarnate Valko is very, very superstitious and witches were something he actually had to worry about. So now, he was starring down the wand and stood frozen. Well crap this was not going as expected. When the hell did witches move into New York City. Then again did he really think he was the only vampire in New York? His breed was old and strong after all.

So he watched her even until she slapped him across the nose with the wand. He snarled and took a swing at the wand but then jumped back a few feet, half expecting to be turned into a rabbit or something similar. Though he could still get back to his human form shape shifting in public caused so many problems. What if someone other then her saw?

Then something horrid happened. She began to sing. His eyes widened and his ears fell back. His canine brow furrowed and he blinked, in utter shock. What the hell was wrong with this woman. He blinked and glanced at the wand again to make sure he, himself, wasn't going mad. People didn't just break into song and dance in the middle of the park did they? He didn't think so anyways.

He took a step back shaking his head as if honestly confused. What on earth was going on right here? Was she really singing? Was she really a witch? Maybe all this time in a new time was wearing on him. He looked around again. Once more there was no one. He needed to restore his sanity, and to simply put it he decided killing the thing that was making him question it was the easiest way.

He growled softly each time she got too close and backed off a bit, circling slowly. How did one kill what might be an illusion of the mind? Well why not scare her too. So he sat down on his haunches and gave a wicked grin, a grin that showed almost every single wolfy tooth and was very obviously a grin. He suddenly stood onto his hind legs and shook his whole body.

It was like someone had simply opened a coat, the fur was suddenly leather on his long black coat, his face emerged as if he had simply been hiding it inside the over sized jacket. His dyed blonde hair was wild tonight, he didn't bother doing much when he intended to shift. His cold gray eyes were harder then usual. He clenched his hands and stormed right up to the woman now. He wasn't the tallest man, not even clearing six foot though he was close, but he had a horrid air about him that would make most men quiver when his rage was unmasked. Currently he was steamed.

”What is wrong with you you hellish witch!” He nearly roared. Realizing the need for quiet he snarled showing fang. His eyes nearly glowed red in his anger as he tried his hardest not to just grasp her about the throat and bite her. Still she was a witch and he wasn't going to risk the consequences. ”You see a wolf and you coo and sing! What matter of mortal are you! Surly a foolish, incompetent one. Even for a witch your lucky to be alive.” He snapped.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

She finished her song, hapy to bring the joy of music to the heart of such a feral beast. OH, how it jumped and danced around the park, almost joyfully scratching at it's ears to clean them so it could hear more easily. This was a job well done. Her fairy godmother would be proud.

Oooh, and now that little boy was standin' up on his back legs like a person.

"What are you doin' you silly puppy? What are you- oh my!"

As the fur fell to the ground she was shocked to see the man standing before her instead of the beautiful doggy woggy that had stood there moments before. A plethora of emotions shot through her. First there was anger. How could that man take away the beautiful animal she had had? Then came lust, because honestly, the man was just as gorgeous as the wolf had been. Then there was anger again. How DARE this man decieve her into thinking he was a wolf.

Somehow, confusion about how this was possible never crossed her mind.

”What is wrong with you you hellish witch! You see a wolf and you coo and sing! What matter of mortal are you! Surly a foolish, incompetent one. Even for a witch your lucky to be alive.”

Normally such insolence would end in one more pile of broken glass in the bottom of some trashcan....but this man was rather suave and debonair. It was like someone had taken all those fabulously gorgeous princes and mixed it into one handsome wolfman.

"Oh, darlin', no. I'm no witch, or mortal! I'm, well, I'm a fairy.

She flashed a winning smile, hoping that she would impress the young man. Wasn't this simply JUST like that genius masterpiece the princess and the frog? She had come across a prince in disguise!

"I'd just...I'd just like to ask you to refrain from using the "H" word. It's very coarse language for such a perfect man..."

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[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Valko was, again, thrown completely off. He blinked a few times as if clearing his eyes. Again he wondered if this woman was real. Her wand smack to his nose had felt very real. In fact his nose was still a little tender thanks to how sensitive his wolf nose was. He frowned and crinkled his brow trying to figure her out. Then she said the magic word, fairy. He rolled his eyes and sighed. That explained everything. Fairies, from all he read, tended to be light hearted wild bunch who loved singing and helping people.

He sighed and began muttering quickly in German, it was the milk tongue of the body after all and quite a lot easier to speak then English, “Eine Fee? Von allen verdammt viel Glück. Wenn sie nur waren einfach eine tolle Frau. Das wäre einfacher.“ He shook his head and sighed softly to himself shaking his head as he clicked his tongue as if annoyed.

This one seemed to have lost it more then the rest. He watched her fume and shook his head at the insanity of this. Well if people here thought vampires didn't exist and here he was... why couldn't he except faeries. There were a lot of books on the creatures and why not find a real one? Then again like himself they must be a rare breed. With a sigh he looked her over again, well that meant he probably shouldn't kill her.

Still he couldn't help but wonder what she must taste like. Probably like a fine wine. Realizing he was off in his own little world he looked back over to find her addressing him again. ”Perfect my dear is something I am not. In any manner of the word. I am actually quite the opposite of perfect. Most people call me a monster you see.” His German accent was stronger now but his English remained impeccable. He had, after all, been moving to Brittan when all that nonsense that lead to him being killed had happened.

He was annoyed. Well he was out a meal but perhaps he could sweet talk her into a taste. He wasn't that hungry, but despite being horridly annoying she was a curious one of a kind creature like himself. His reading had lead him to believe faeries were like himself, immortal. Her speaking on it helped to confirm the suspicion. He also hadn't a frigging clue how to kill one so for now he would just try and schmooze a bit.

”Well regardless of my level of perfection I am Valko. Do pardon my language I lose my temper easily you see. It comes as a part of my nature.” He left out the part about himself being a vampire. He gave a striking smile, his white teeth gleaming in the lamp light. He wasn't obscenely tall and those cold gray eyes peered at her with all the curiosity of a child. If Bram Stoker had given the man a weakness it was curiosity, he couldn't help but wanting to know everything about anything he didn't know.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

Ohh he was mumbling in some foreign language! That was so undeniably, obviously a sign of true love! What had Pocahontas done when John Smith spoke a foreign language? She allowed the spirits of nature to embed within her the ability to understand him! It had taken Tarzan presumably WEEKS to learnt eh language and culture of the more civilized English jane, but Fauna was all too willing to follow up on a long term commitment and bring this beautiful wolf-man back to culture.

”Perfect my dear is something I am not. In any manner of the word. I am actually quite the opposite of perfect. Most people call me a monster you see.”

This was getting better and better. It was like she had fallen down the rabbit hole into some beautifully perfect fantasy realm where Disney movies went to heaven. He considered himself a MONSTER! How PERFECT! She was the Belle to his beast! The Jane Porter to his Tarzan! The Pocahontas to his John Smith, sans the fiancé/love-interest murder in all three!

"I'd beg to differ..." she murmured, twirling her hair in between her fingers. Oh, it was coming. She KNEW it was coming. They were going to kiss, and her leg was going to pop up at the knee, just like in that famous Disney movie The Princess Diaries foretold. Anne Hathaway's genius creed had been transferred to Fauna and she would take note.

It was sure to be different from Billy...

Fauna blinked, momentarily taken aback. Oh, oh goodness no. That little human wretch was trying to put her thoughts back into the mind again. Hmm, she would have to deal with that later. She had a more important man on her mind right now.

Oh, how sweet. How darling! He had apologized. He was a GENTLEMAN! This was working out so much better than she had imagined.

"Thank you, dearie.... OH, goodness me! How rude! I haven't introduced myself. I would be Fauna, the fairy." She smiled pleasantly, outstretching her hand in a warm greeting. With any luck this handshake would turn into a well-meant hug and then a passionate kiss forever sealing their love.

"I didn't quite catch your name though, sweetie. What was it?"

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[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Valko frowned. This fairy was bat shit insane, and he should know he became a bat after all. His eyes flashed over her trying to figure out the best tactic for biting her, he had to know. His eyes flicked to her neck again and he saw the way she fawned. It happened with women sometimes, however he hadn't even turned on his charm, he didn't want this one following him home. He could drain her dry and she might not die. However if he got his taste he could be a bat and hopefully, hopefully, fly faster then her when he turned and escape.

Still he knew the look she was giving him. She was batting her eyes, and leaning forward. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. He knew she would probably not let him do anything else but he needed to know. It would be so easy, he could grab her hand, kiss her wrist then be done with it. However that was too simple and he loved to problem solve. His eyes flashed to her smooth, pale neck again and he swallowed, she had to taste fantastic. He felt like a pervert staring at her like this, exposed in public like this. Still it was a simple enough plan that was coming into his mind.

Oh yes he was a gentleman, a cruel gentleman but one none the less. He was the great seductive monster, and he would use it. He stepped forward and let an arm come around her back, he was going to give her just what her eyes begged him to. He was a hunter and he could see exactly what she craved in her eyes. He put his other hand behind her head and smiled as sweetly as he could. Even through her coat and her dress would be cold. It could be brushed off as night and bad circulation. Then his fangs extended under his lips, poking just slightly passed to be visible. Then again it was dark and they could be missed, he was close though.

Her question brought a dark grin to his face. He flicked his eyes to hers and cocked his head leaning in close, ”Who am I? Well they call me Valko... but really....” He let his breath dance across her cheek as he leaned towards he ear, dipping her slowly towards the ground so they were leaned romantically, ”Really,” He whispered, ”I am Dracula.” And with that he lunged for her throat ready to tear into her skin. He wanted her to think she was getting what she wanted and rip it away. It was so much more satisfying that way after all.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

Fauna was already thinking about how the wedding would go. It was quite an important topic, was it not? She needed to think of weather she would look better as a Winter Bride or a Summer Bride. It was such a tough choice! She supposed that i she wore too much white it would only accentuate the paleness of her husband-to-be, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing-

Oh, WHO WAS SHE KIDDING? ANYTHING about this relationship was a good thing! She was finally the one in the spotlight! No Merryweather or Flora to drag her down, make her look like an old spinster when really she would absolutely DIE for attention from a man. NO! It was finally her time to shine, to get a man, to settle down and raise some kids of her own to be eternally infants with a little help from a spell or two.

"...Maybe then you'll stop chasing after other people's kids..."

Fauna knew that the color from her face had drained with indignation. Oh, that little wench. How DARE she force that inkling of a thought through! Fauna would have to teach her a lesson for that! It was so poorly timed! Why did that little witch have to ruin Fauna's moments of true love?! It wasn't like Fauna had ever done anything to hurt HER!

Oh, she would worry about it later. Right now her mysterious soon-to-be-fiance was walking up to her, smiling with such perfect love in his eyes. There was no other explanation. This was it. Fauna was about to FINALLY experience the one, the only, True Love's Kiss.

She was instantly both mortified and filled with excitment. What if she wasn't prepared? Did being prepared matter in kissing? Did the fact that it was the kiss of true love change the matter at all? What if something happened or someone saw them? What if it was the best thing that had ever happened to her?

”Who am I? Well they call me Valko... but really....”

Valko... Such a foreign name...such a BEAUTIFUL name.... so perfect and sweet and it just rolled right off the tongue... Fauna was about to be eternally bound to a man named Valko, to love ad cherish until the day he died, because she as a fairy obviously could not, and then she would be a tragically gorgeous widow, mourning for him each and every day. . .

”Really, I am Dracula.”

Fauna wasn't quite sure if it was the adrenaline that had suddenly been let loose from the floodgates or a moment of perfect clarity sent forth from Disney himself, but in just a second it seemed that Fauna was able to parse through all the information and take a reflexive course of action. She had hardly thought about it at all.

Her fist, which she struggled to remember exactly WHEN had become balled up with enraged fury, slammed into his neck, hopefully crushing his adam's apple in the process. It had taken just ONE word for Fauna to remember who this reepy, sadistic, MONSTER of a man was. Just one name. The name that the wonderful world of Disney HAD never, and WOULD never sponsor

Dracula.

Fauna was a little fuzzy on the details, but she knew that Walt had NEVER wanted that hideous beast in one of his altogether perfectly uplifting movies. It was a creature too dark to be allowed to grace the world of Disney. It was altogether something a bit too familiar...just like...

With a gasp, Fauna knew that she had found her path to Aurora. With a vicious scream, she tackled the beast to the ground, pinning his arms to the ground, all the while screeching, "MINION OF MELEFICENT! TELL ME! TELL ME WHERE SHE IS! TELL ME WHERE MY AURORA IS OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

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[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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It was all going according to plan. She was falling for him, falling for it. He was going to taste her then get out of this park. His eyes flashed darkly as he lowered her a bit more. Then his name. He should have left it at his human name because in a flash she had caught his knee and with a snarl he was on his back with her tiny form pressing down on him.

Valko's eyes shot open in surprise. His hands gripped down and he bared his fangs at her. Suddenly fog, thick and white, rolled across the park like a breaking wave. His eyes turned from gray to brilliant crimson and he stared into her eyes compelling her to stop fighting. The wave hit the pair, harmless and soft, but it obscured the world in a surreal haze. The lights seemed distant and you could hardly see the trees not ten feet off. He was pissed and he was going to show her his true power. Fairy or not, mad or not, his will was strong.

His eyes whispered things, his mind calling to her, it touched at her consciousness like a nervous child, begging her to stop. Besides what if all the rumors were wrong. Sure he looked horrid but he hadn't harmed anyone after all, he had only done what he had to survive. A cat may feed on a mouse to survive? Even a madman like Renfeild had seen that. One could not stop nature after all that was a horrid slight against nature itself. All these things and more whispered most soothingly into the deepest corners of her mind. A strong will could fight it he wasn't about to lay down and let the woman scream at him.

He pushed suddenly and snarled as he tried to flip the pair. Even a moments hesitation would be enough to catch her more off guard. Of course it didn't help that the man was already unnaturally strong. This was a fairy however and who knew what her strength might be like, or her resolve. He flung as hard as he could in attempts to flip the pair. His fangs bared like a wild beast and whether successful or not he lost his temper completely.

”You whore of a woman!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IN THE HELL YOUR GOING ON ABOUT!!!!” Instantly he fell into cursing in German, then Romanian as he tried to calm himself.

”Who the hell is Meleficent.” He started in the calmest voice he could manage, however it was strained and hateful, ”And I have never met, eaten, or even heard of anyone named Aurora. So calm down you damn horse fly and speak like a human being!” He was panting hard and his lip was twitching. He should just shift into a wolf and tare the skin off her face, that would teach her. Still he wasn't that sort. No Dracula loved it when people bent to his will not the other way around.

He sneered at her and shook his head, ”I AM MINION TO NO MAN OR WOMAN.” The fog was thick as soup now and his red eyes gleamed through it, ”I serve no one. I am a count!” He growled and cursed in Romanian again. He was losing his temper far too quickly with this woman, but she was infuriating. One moment her goodness made him want to slit her throat, and suddenly she was a raving madwoman. He liked this side of her, it was almost endearing compared to the sing song creature she had been.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

The great and pwoerful Walt Disney had never advocated violence, and she knew in her heart of hearts that she was blatantly going against his commands when she leapt on the demon wolf-man, but she simply had no other way! Hadn't the Beast of the timeless classic beauty and the Beast been allowed to kill the vicious manwhore that had tried to seduce his woman? Hadn't the beautiful, strong and brave Prince Eric of the little Mermaid been allowed to impale the she-devil of the seas with a broken ship? And hadn't the wise Prince Phillip of the perfect rendition of Fauna's own story been allowed to viciously stab the draconic ....meanie butt that had been trying to hurt Aurora?

The answer was yes, yes and YES! Her nails embedded themselves into the flesh of his arms. She had KNOWN that daily manicures were a must. Whatever would she do if her nails weren't in perfect clawing form? She needed them sharp like talons if she was going to keep in tip-top shape to fight against the forces of evil that held the city of New York in their grips.

Now, Fauna knew magic when she saw it, and having fog roll through the park at random and thoughts planted in her brain weren't exactly natural events, but she felt herself succumbing to the power after all. This was EXACTLY what Disney had wanted nothing to do with. Someone with enough magic to overcome a FAIRY would NEVER be a good example for children!

Well.... maybe he might. What if he was a champion for those creepy little gothic children that liked dark so much? She hated them all with a passion (DID THEY KNOW HOW PRECIOUS CHILDHOOD WAS? They were wasting their innocence!!!!) but he had the opportunity to convert them back, to show them that even someone who was naturally a creature of the night could be powerful and an icon of goodness. . .

The rat got away, leaping away from her and tearing any thoughts of his greatness away from her mind with him. That demonic vixen had tricked her! How DARE he cast a spell on her? All she was doing was getting revenge for his masters insolence and horric attempts to steal Fauna's poor baby away from her! Couldn't he understand that?

”You whore of a woman!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IN THE HELL YOUR GOING ON ABOUT!!!!”

Fauna gasped slightly at the harsh language. It was poison to her ears. He was slowly debasing himself even more. That incorrigible word was PROOF that he was in service to Maleficent. Only someone with a heart as black as hers would resort to swears of such a level.

”Who the hell is Meleficent. And I have never met, eaten, or even heard of anyone named Aurora. So calm down you damn horse fly and speak like a human being!”

Fauna blinked. Being a paragon of truth herself, it was getting to be increasingly difficult to explain it all away as some enormous lie that he was fabricating to save himself from her wrath. She doubted he had the acting skills necessary to come up with such a moving speech denying any connection with maleficent on the spot if it weren't true.

”I AM MINION TO NO MAN OR WOMAN. I serve no one. I am a count!”

The fog was getting to be a bit much for her tastes, but Fauna was glad for it. It at least hid to awkward expression on her face, a side-effect of the "Oh-goodness-me, I-jumped-to-the-wrong-conclusions" train of thought running through her head. She giggled slowly and pathetically, if only to fill up the silent space as she thought up how to proceed.

"Oh, goodness gracious, my most PROFOUND apologies Mr. Dracula. Golly, this happens so often, it's atrocious.' She continued to giggle, twisting her hair into knots as her nervous tell. Oh, goodness, she was NEVER any good at awkward situations. It was just ever so difficult to apologize after she had rushed to the wrong conclusions.

"I do hope you understand, it was an honest mistake. Could I get you anything? I've been told I make the simply most splendid tea. It will only take a moment." She grabbed her wand and started whipping it around quickly, conjuring up two steaming, floating, magical cups of tea for herself and her... acquaintance? She grabbed one and slurped it hastily while the other bobbed lazily over to him.

"No hard feelings?" she offered hopefully, smiling in the most congenial manner possible.

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[VALKO KALUS]

So give them

[/size]blood, blood, gallons of the stuff![/b]
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.[/color][/size]

So give them [/size]blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood![/color][/b]
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Valko was panting holding lightly to his arms where she had drawn blood. He glowered at her darkly. So she could be swayed. That was a welcome relief to the vampire. It meant he wasn’t completely powerless here and he relaxed a good deal. Having some sway, even if it wasn’t full control, meant he didn’t have to run like a frightened dog. It just wasn’t his style. He wet his lips with his tongue and stared at her in thought.

Once more the fairy started babbling and he frowned. She changed so quickly he could hardly keep up and it frustrated him more than he thought normal. Still he watched her with curiosity. A real life fairy was just too strange and outlandish to process. Then again he had met some odd characters in the last few days. The fact that she said this happened often made him blanch a moment but he sighed and shook his head, ”I would hate to be this Meleficent.” He said with a roll of his eyes while she focused on the tea.

It was like dealing with a small aggressive dog. For a moment it would be happy and polite but the moment you looked at it wrong the thing attached to your hand or pant leg or whatever happened to be close enough. Valko disliked dogs, partly for their habit of howling and panicking whenever he came near them. One could explain away the red flashes his eyes went through when he was distracted by blood or focused, but the howling dogs was just a bit harder.

When the tea came floating to him his eyes went wide and he peered at it as if in shock. Slowly he took it out of the air his expression showing curiosity and held the strangest perplexed expression. The mist still held a firm grasp on the park but it thinned slightly as his focused drifted elsewhere, mainly the tea. He sniffed it subtly then slowly took a sip. Honestly it was good tea; he had a soft spot for it being of an old noble family. Tea, brandy, and wine were all staples of his liquid diet now that he could properly digest it. Sure they didn’t help to sustain him, but he could taste them again which was a huge step forward.

Curiosity and a flash of wonder crossed his hard gray eyes and he removed the cup from his lip peering at her, ”I am still a creature of evil though. Do not mistake that. I would eat you if you didn’t react like a wild cat. Then again I would probably enjoy this Meleficent too if given the opportunity.” To any passer by this sentence sounded horridly wrong out of context, but in context it made perfect sense.

He was testing the fairy.

Valko wanted to see if he could make her snap like that on que, or if it was just triggered by those two names. He needed to know. Then again he wasn’t evil. Chaotic neutral would be a better term. Sure he liked to corrupt the innocent and what not but he was unbiased by the choice of meal. If they were good people or bad he didn’t care. Blood was blood.
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[FAUNA ROGERS]

Oh, well, this was simply GLORIOUS! She had made a friend, a partner in crime, a cohort to help her hunt down the villainous fiends that had taken her dearly missing Aurora so Fauna could get the gosh darn heck out of this Disney-forsaken city as fast as possible.

Oh, she was so glad that she had finally been able to socialize a little. She felt like she had been absolutely DEPRIVED of such necessary human interaction ever since she left the wonderful World of Disney. Now there were no people practically obligated to talk to her if she tried to start up a conversation. People weren't constantly questioning her because she wore the cast member uniform. People didn't look at her with the same levels of awe and wonder and contempt for having the job that they always wanted.

Was it sad that the first person she had really talked to since she came to the city was a vampire she had met while sitting in a park in the dark? Yes. Did she care? No! ALL of the great Disney heroines had been outcasts. The slut in hunchback of Notre Dame, the dearly quirky Belle and the weirdly tranvestite Asian.

Oh, he was simply so nice! How could she have ever ever thought that he was a minion of she of the blackest heart? It was simply not possible! This kind kind Valko was so nice and he seemed to genuinely enjoy her tea and company, and he was simply marvelous at making small talk. He made no bones about the truth either. That's what really solidified a friendship: ones ability to simply speak the truth. Lies made everything worse.

She laughed hysterically at his reminding of her that she was a potential meal. That was simply too funny! He thought that he could devour her if given the chance. Wasn't that a marked sign of true friendship? the ability to joke about so silly an idea?

"Honest to goodness, I would have done something equally horrible to you as well, my dear Valko. Trust me, if I hadn't realized simply how sweet you were, I would have taken my wondrous wand here and turned you into a small, delicate tea-cup, which I then would have smashed against the ground, sending simply, well, WAVES of pottery up into the air and then you would have been dead. And yet here we are! Drinking tea!"

She laughed heartily again, sipping her own cup and enjoying the soothing effect of the drink.

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