The Glorified BabysitterThe Glorified Babysitter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Glorified Babysitter
Damien had been screaming non-stop for over an hour. It was going on two in the morning. Integral paced the sitting room of her quarters, bouncing her son in her arms, trying desperately to settle him. She had been running on three hours of sleep a night for two weeks because of this. Damien had begun this nightly tirade at roughly seven weeks old. He was almost three months and she still couldn't figure out how to calm him. Nothing seemed to work. She had a sneaking feeling of what the boy needed, but she was in denial of the fact. The suspicion was made worse on the occasions when she attempted to breast feed. Damien had been born with teeth--specifically four ever-so tiny canines, and every time she gave him her nipple he would inevitably start biting her shortly after be began suckling.
She cooed to him as best she could, trying to calm him. She was so tired--she could actually feel the bags under her eyes. She had had sleepless, stressful nights over
DefeatI almost couldn't comprehend.Defeat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Which was ridiculous. I was Vlad the Third. Prince of Wallachia. Dracula. Son of Vlad II Dracul and Princess Cneajna of Moldavia. As such I should not have had a problem understanding this situation I was in.
Wake up, Count. Pay attention.
My face remained unmoved and my dark red eyes saw nothing of importance. The fading velvety blue of the night sky being overturned by the light of day after such an epic night as the night of my second defeat. The dawn rose to prove to my enemies that all things, despicable things, like me always came to an end. The darkness was always removed by the light.
Such was my mortal enemy. My dear human conqueror. In his brave red Victorian coat.
That man stood above me while I lay motionless from the wooden stake driven through my chest and nearly through my monstrous heart. I pushed the blood on my tongue out the corner of my mouth before I spoke to that man. That mere mortal man.
"So I lost." I state