Nosferatu Academy: a humorous dark fantasy harem romance by Virgil Knightley

Author:Virgil Knightley [Knightley, Virgil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eldritch Blade
Published: 2022-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

A few hours later, we were sneaking into the castle. Well—sneaking was honestly an overly generous way to characterize what we did. To be frank, we traipsed openly through the front gates, even going so far as to address the guards.

“Lady Tepes.” One of the men regarded my companion with a deep bow. “You are an absolute vision this evening.”

“I don’t know your name,” she spat out, a bit too curtly. “I am here to see my father.”

The guard was clad in black armor that shimmered from head to toe under the silvery light of the moon, so I couldn’t see his face. I like to think he took her abrasive response well, but I could tell from the deflated tone of his voice that he probably didn’t. “Of course—shall I alert him as to your presence?”

She shook her head, whipping my back with her long midnight-black ponytail. “No. He already knows of our plan to visit.”

That was a lie, but she was damned good at lying due to the fact that she tended to deliver every sentence she spoke in the same flat, matter-of-fact manner. Still, lies would only get us in the door. We had to be a lot more careful once inside.

To my immense relief, they let us through without any more interrogation than that. If I were with anyone else without a confirmed appointment, I imagine it would have been a different story altogether. After that, though, there was a hitch—we really did have to go see Dracula, and I wasn’t a big admirer of the reason why.

I followed the familiar route to Dracula’s throne room, and then we stood behind those massive double doors, carved from darkly polished walnut. The portals opened for us automatically, as surely as any Wal-Mart door I’d ever known. With a long, low groan, the throne room seemed to welcome us, and the brilliantly gleaming light of its ink-black torches and decadent candelabras added an overlay of yellow and red hues to our features as we stepped inside.

Dracula was sitting on his throne, but he wasn’t sitting idly. Another figure stood beside him, tall, pale, and gaunt, sharp-chinned with a chiseled jawline. He was having council with Arthur by the looks of things. The aquiline albino leaned against the Dark Lord’s chair as they discussed one topic or another in rather relaxed tones too soft and muted from across the hall for me to make out. When we strode inside the open chamber, both of their heads turned together to see us, their expressions lighting up at the sight of us standing together.

“Rhapsody, my darling,” the Dark Lord said in his deep, resonant voice. He stood at once to greet his daughter, with the warmth he clearly felt she deserved as his flesh and blood. “What an unexpected surprise. Why did you not alert me that you were coming? I would have prepared a proper meal for you.”

Dracula closed the gap and embraced her tightly, and to my surprise, she received it well, though I suppose it made sense.

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