Becoming a guard to a witch/princess: Storyline with Isis

One would think that being the daughter of Dracula would make one have a happy life. But that is far from the truth when the other half of the family loathes you because you are half creature of the night. This was something that Giulia had to face everyday of her life and learn how to grow into a woman. The difference between her and those who were turned is that she could grow up and not just stay the same age. Her temper and thirst were also able to be under her control. Many would call her a princess of the vampire and fae realms, but others such as Morgana Lefay would call her a bastard. She was used to this term being associated with her by her own grandmother, but one can only take so much.

Giulia thought everything would remain the same until her father came back from fighting the Ottoman Turks. The war had not finished, yet he was still home safe. That was something Giulia needed to see, but something felt off. He seemed uneasy and weak even which was not like him. “Giulia come” he said to her in a calm fatherly tone of voice. Though Giulia was not in the throne room where he was located, she could still him through their family bond. She did as she was told, appearing before him, and bowing. “My daughter, I need your help to win this war against the Turks. It is not something my undead blood can finish on its own. But through the fae blood that flows through your veins it shall give me greater powers” Dracula spoke coming closer to her.

Giulia wanted to help her father but did not know what he was going to do. Fae blood was often craved by vampires to be used to gain powers or cleanse their souls. Many enjoyed fae blood for the simple fact it had a different taste. This even went to those born of both vampire and fae. It was a curse and blessing to have both lines flowing through one’s veins. Giulia should have known this, but the young woman trusted her father. “This will hurt, but I must do it.” He said grabbing her hair and digging his fangs into her neck. “Father stop. It hurts.” She said feeling her blood flow from the puncture wounds and into his mouth.  Through his mind as she struggled under his grip Dracula only said through his mind and into hers, “You shall be still fae but also fully vampire. I’m sorry my child you shall be something no one will ever want alive, but I must do this.” His grip became tighter and tighter as he drained her body of her blood. One can never fully take another’s species from them, but what she would be was only told of in stories.

Giulia began to feel weak and felt her body become limp in his grip. Dracula who had drained many knew what to do next, yet he had to act fast before his own daughter died. Dracula took his free left hand and dug his fangs into it. With a smooth motion, Dracula put his palm over Giulia’s mouth allowing his blood to drip into it. When enough had dripped in her mouth, Giulia’s eyes opened, and she grabbed her father’s wrist to feed for the first time as a full vampire. She felt her inside burn and pushed him away. “What did you do?” she screamed!

It had been centuries since the Broken Doll last laid eyes upon her father or her grandmother. She knew both were still alive, but both knew the laws of certain lands. The lands under the protection of the three founding families of the Ut in Veteribus would be a foolish travel to go into just to go get her. The lands being Rome and Turkey for the Tenebris family, the oldest of the families. The Novikov had the Russian lands, and finally Anhalt of Germany. Lefay was power driven like Dracula, but both knew that would find some unpleasant punishment placed upon them if they traveled into the lands under the protection of the founding families.

That being said, Giulia knew that being under the protection of three families that stuck or clung to the old ways of not mixing the blood of the species would never come without a price. Giulia, herself was a halfbred woman with both Fae and vampire blood mixing through out her veins perfectly. She was both sweet tasting and yet blood thirsty. Though they protected her from just two beings, Giulia knew she could be used at anytime for the good of their families. Such a time came quicker than she could ever have thought.

A summons from Antigone Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus} to come to the private throne room where the coven leaders typically had their meetings. This summons was not something that Giulia could ignore even if she wanted to, though it was not said within the summons that anyone would happen to her if she had not acknowledged nor went to the throne room. The Shattered Doll was no fool to say the least and so she went as quickly as she could. Once she got to the large and old estate, she was led to the throne room under heavy guard.

Giulia knew this was only protocol due to the fact of what she was, furthermore, she knew that Antigone did not fully trust her because of what flowed through her blood. “Wait here” the breaded guard said looking at Giulia with an untrustworthy look upon his face. Giulia simply bowed her head not knowing why she was summoned. Did she do anything wrong? Or would she be thrown out of their protection? Giulia stood there and waited until she heard, “Sultana, Antigone yol açın” (Sultana, Antigone, make way). Giulia bowed her head and kept her eyes low showing respect understanding Turkish due to having to learn it, Russian, and German as well.

“Yükselebilirsin” (You may rise), Antigone stated waving her right hand in her direction. Giulia rose but kept her eyes low, “Seni çağırdım çünkü bir şeye çok uygun olduğunu biliyorum.” ( I have summoned you, for I know you are a perfect fit for something.)  Giulia looked up at her only once, “Böyle düşünüldüğüm için onur duyuyorum. Gerçi ben bir melezden başka bir şey değilim.” (I am honored to be thought of such. Though I am nothing more than a half-breed.) Giulia replied to Antigone.

Antigone gave a simple smile then turned to the eunuch, Sümbül Ağa, “Lütfen git kızım Isis'i al” (Please go get, my daughter Isis.) Sümbül Ağa, bowed his head and walked out of the throne to go get the Princess Isis. Turning her attention back to Giulia, who was still having her eyes lowered. Antigone once again spoke, “Kızım özellikle yeteneğini kullandığı ve bedeninin kontrolü altında olmadığı zamanlarda bir korumaya ihtiyaç duyuyor. IŞİD sana daha fazlasını söyleyebilir ama bunun için en iyisinin sen olduğuna inanıyorum. Tabii ki onun için sorun yok.” (My daughter needs a guard particularly when she uses her ability, and her body is not under her control. Isis can tell you more, but I do believe you are the best for it. Providing she is alright with it.) Giulia looked up for a moment and nodded her head respectfully understanding that it was up to Sultana Isis. Giulia feeling Antigone’s crimson red eyes burn into her, lowered them once more.