Vladamir Lee's House

[Hollywood Heidi]

Vladamir Lee's House

Vlad's house located in the main residential area of Storybrooke.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Elle moved quietly along the abandoned sidewalk of the neighborhood, almost a dance in her step as her body hummed with the joy the evening's events had filled her with. Who'd have thought dressing a stage could be so much fun? Life was going to become far more enjoyable in this horridly boring little town with the new like-minded friend she'd made. What fun they would have bringing some excitement into the lives of the boring little townspeople.

And now, she would end her time at the controls by luring out the one person she admired above all.


As Elle approached the door, she pulled a rag from her satchel and used it to unscrew the lightbulb next to the door, sending the porch into darkness. It was partially to hide them from any nosey neighbors who might be up and glancing out their window at this time, but mostly, it was to heighten his other senses.

Tossing the bulb into the bushes and stuffing the rag back into the satchel, she straightened out her clothes, gave her hair a pat, then rapped out the playful 'Shave and a Haircut' knock on his door. As she waited, her hand returned to the satchel to hold at the ready the newly filled, still-warm blood bag, compliments of the star in the 'Sleeping Beauty' scene awaiting discovery at the theater.

[Ariel]

Feet perched upwards on the foot stool, Vlad's body relaxed into the leather armchair in the dimly lit living room, with nothing but the lamp in the corner and the light flooding through the window nearest to the porch. Thumbing through the novel in his hands carefully, his gaze was fixated on the words of the page. Yet, his mind kept wandering elsewhere. No matter how hard he tried to relax his mind and sedate his heightened stress with minor sips here and there of the ruby red wine that sat still in the glass goblet in his hand, flashes of images from the scenes of the week kept repeating in his head. It had been an eventful week, and Vlad rather despised anything that was out of the ordinary. Except for Emma Swan of course. She was beautiful, smart, witty - and most likely leaving town soon, which rendered Vlad mildly frustrated that this wonderful woman that he had just met would be gone from his life just as soon as she had entered. And then there was Gabriella, his client that had remained faithful to their professional arrangement. The question was, had he? It bothered him to his core that he could not remember what had happened in their last session, waking up to ruffled clothing and an injury on Gabriella. The last thing he would ever want to do was to tarnish his reputation, along with every grand relationship he held with all of the dear residents in this town. Closing his book, Vlad placed it down on the coffee table before him and gave his head a shake. The thoughts and whispers from his mind consumed him, and in anguish he ripped off his glasses as the palm of his hand wiped away the sweat that had formed on his forehead and nose.

As he heaved a heavy sigh, one of the sources that lit the room suddenly ceased to exist. Startled upright, Vlad put his glasses back on and stared out the window which was now darkened. Before he could utter any curses over a possible burnt bulb to add to his collection of problems, there was a knock at the door. Curious yet cautious, the doctor rose upright and stared at the door that had now fallen quiet before walking over and turning the doorknob. It was Gabriella.

"Gabriella," Vlad exclaimed in a surprised, quiet tone. It was a peculiar sight to see her at his doorstep, not only because it was so late but because she had been avoiding him like the plague, "What a surprise. I was just busy reading and-," Vlad noticed the strange look in her eyes. He paused for a moment, looking deep within those usually bright eyes that were now swimming of darkness and malice, "...You're not Gabriella, are you?" Vlad treaded carefully, unsure of whom he was talking to in that moment.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"Gabriella," "What a surprise. I was just busy reading and-,"

Elle did not let the disgust of that name show on her features as she stood there, piercing him with her gaze, and as realization finally set in on his features, a cheshire grin began to form on hers.


"...You're not Gabriella, are you?"

"No. I'm the fun one," she said seductively with a wicked grin, openly admiring his handsome, disheveled appearance. The naturally sultry voice was the one thing Gabriella could never hide. Combining that with the beautiful face and knockout figure that Elle used to her advantage led to a triple threat that left most men mesmerized to the spot, especially when she was openly admiring them with all her attentions. But even if Dr. Lee was strong enough to resist that triple threat, he had an obvious professional fascination in her that also worked in her favor.

Like herself, Dracula had the keen senses and quick movements of a predator. Dr. Lee, however, did not. Taking advantage of him still trying to process everything, Elle was over the threshold and a breath away, whispering in his ear before he realized she'd moved. "Can My Lord come out to play?" she beckoned, the warm blood bag held up out of Dr. Lee sight but within luring distance of Dracula's other keen senses.

[Ariel]

"No. I'm the fun one,"


That wicked grin of hers sent a chill down Vlad's spine, instantly overwhelming him with an uncomfortable sensation. He wanted nothing more than to step back into the house and shut the door. He tried to rip his feet from where he stood as he could feel beads of sweat start to slowly roll down the back of his neck in panic. And yet, he was frozen where he stood. He didn't know what was overcoming his motor abilities, unsure if it was Elle's irresistible charm or some other force of nature at work. And then it suddenly dawned on him. Whatever had happened in the last therapy session was Elle's doing - she held a power over him like no one else, but how?

 "Can My Lord come out to play?" 

Vlad felt like he was drowning as he gasped for his breath, his gaze could only point forward stricken with fear as Elle whispered in his hear. His senses suddenly grappled onto a whiff of something familiar, metallic even - and then suddenly his entire being began to fill with terror as he felt a pair of sharp claws scrape against his mind. His eyes squeezed tightly, trying to fight the sensation that was trying to take over - and yet as the scraping grew louder, unbearable even, he began to surrender to the dark hole that began to swallow himself hole. In that instant, Dr. Vladimir Lee was gone - and with the rapid flickering of reddened eyes suddenly gazing upon Elle in a familiar fashion, Dracula had surfaced from the depths of the Doctor's consciousness.

"Elle," Dracula cooed drowsily, as if he was waking up from a slumber. A sly grin pursed upon his lips as he looked from the beautiful woman standing before him to the blood bag that she was holding outright on the porch, "You have pulled through, no doubt, my beautiful creature. Come in." Dracula gently grabbed Elle's hand in a sultry fashion, and without taking his eyes on her did he back them into the entrance of the house and closed the door behind him.

[Hollywood Heidi]

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The dark hours of the new day pass.


It is now the morning of Friday, October 28, 2011.


Five days after the clock started moving.

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