Fanon:The De Crypt Family

This is my first fanon, so please have a little patience whilst I get to grips with the editor!

Introduction
''My name is Dracula De Crypt, and this book is the history of my family. I intend it to be a record of how I climbed to glory on the shoulders of my father and grandfather, and a record of where my children are heading. Read on, and know the secrets of the most important family you will ever meet. For I am confident this family will last the ages; how can it be otherwise? At the third generation I have already reached the top of the pile at my coven, and I am confident my children will take our name on from strength to strength. ''

''Do not expect this history to be written in blood - we are not the monsters of legend. Of course, we must feed, and the teams of Hunters and Baits keep our colonies supplied, but there is no death involved when we drink blood. The donors only give us a little of the precious liquid carried in thier veins before having thier memories erased and a safe return to the streets. Some who know that we exsist criticise us for this, say we need not feed at all. How ignorant they are! We take as little as we can, but we would die without it.''

''Death is inevitable. My grandparents are dead, one burned in the sun, the other withered away from old ages. My uncle died as a teenager, before my parents were married. These are natrual causes; I have never killed someone when feeding from them.''

''I apologize, I seem to have gone off-topic. I hope I will not do that very often, but I am old now, older than it is possible for you mortals to be, and even the immortal mind fades and becomes uncertain eventually. My story starts with the arrival of my grandparents in Aridia. They were poor, they were newly converted, and they were in love. How happy they must have been.''

Chapter One: Humble Beginnings
''These are my grandparents, Angua and Vince De Crypt. In the early days of our dynasty few records were kept. I struggle to understand how one can leave their family, their home, and not even record the reason why. I do not expect I will ever understand - I have never lived the kind of life they lived, I have never experienced the poverty they accepted as normal. I hope I never will. I remember my grandfather telling me once, when I was a toddler all those centuries ago, that moving to Aridia was meant to be a 'fresh start' for them. Why did they need a fresh start? What were they running from?''

''Those were less enlightend times, people were not as accepting then as they are now. Even in Aridia, in my grandparent's time, vampires and werewolves were creatures to be feared. My children and I can proudly walk down any street without fear of being attacked, but back then our kind had to hide behind locked doors and could only socialise with fellow creatures of the night. Maybe Angua and Vince lived somewhere even worse before they moved to Aridia, and had to leave in a hurry when thier neighbourhood turned on them. That would certainly explain why there are no pictures of thier childhood homes.''

''I don't even know who converted them to their supernatrual status. My grandmother was a werewolf; they age, of course, and during the day they look like anyone else. Maybe if she had fallen in love with someone else she could have lived privately and kept her secret to herself? Speculation is pointless. My grandfather was a vampire. You know, of course that we must sleep all day in a coffin, but you probably assume any coffin will do. In fact, our coffins are specially desgined to protect from the rays of sun. In primitive times they slept in normal coffins, and in an emergency even a cupboard will do. I have heard stories of vampires who survived the day covered only in a thin layer of dirt and gravel, because they could not seek proper shelter in time. The vampires did not survive unscathed, they were ill for many months. It is best to sleep in the cool, comfy embrance of a velvet lined coffin that has never been sullied by being buried in the dirt. The best coffins last decades, and when you finally enter the final sleep your coffin will be with then as well, as it is buried with you.''

''Of course, at the start of the story Vince is still alive, and his coffin still sat in the bedroom next to Angua's bed. Money was short and bills needed to be paid - Vince needed to get a job. It is often a struggle for vampires to find a job, simply because we cannot go out at night. If we are lucky we can get a job as a security guard, prehaps, but the pay is low and you cannot get promoted without being pushed into a day shift. Who wants to be a security guard forever? Luckily for Vince, the local Job Centre was little more understanding than most and he found a job in the local vampire coven.''

''Of course, no relationship is enitrely without trouble. My grandmother was desperate to have a child, but Vince was uncertain. The excuse he gave Angua was that he wanted to be in a more stable position, but in reality he was worried what the offspring of a vampire and a werewolf would be like. I think his worry was justified; at that time no such creature exisisted and thier understanding of genetics was less complete. We still have some way to go, of course, but we now know that if a Vampire or a Werewolf has a child it will be human. I am proof of that, as are my father and my children. We were all born human and were bitten as teenagers to become vampires, or werewolves. Of course, It is a well known fact that I am only half-human; my mother is an alien. That part of the story will be explained in more detail later.''

''I never met my grandmother, but by all accounts she was a strong willed woman. She knew how to get her way. I hope that trait has passed down through the generations, it would be no bad thing for my children to have a little of that iron will. With a little self-control we could keep the blood strong and pure, and my descendants could continue this book until it becomes a saga to last the ages.''

''Of course all the sagas have companions to accompy the hero. Angua bit a local woman called Rose Dai - but don't fret! They soon became firm friends, so Rose must have asked to be bitten. As time passes I grow more confident in this opinion; the reactions of others I have bitten confirm this. I admit, in my youth, when I was overcome with the excitement of being freshly converted to the legion of darkness, to biting those who did not wish to be bitten. I thought they would also feel the joy I feel when they discovered what they had become, but instead they shunned me. They purchased medicine to become human again, or they worked to become prominent in the coven and tried to stop my ascent up the hierarchy. They failed, of course, but they caused me much trouble and I had to had to get some of them removed. Do not judge me for this - responsibilty and power and conscience are far more intertwined than you realise. I have had centuries to regret foolish actions, do not stand in front of me with your handful of decades and tell me I was wrong to act this way.''

''So this is how it began. My grandparents moved to Aridia, my grandfather got work in the local coven. My grandmother wanted a child, but my grandfather was afraid. Friends were made, and a fresh start was made.''

Chapter Two: Vampires and Werewolves
''As I said previously, Vince was afriad of what children they could have. He worried that a vampire-werewolf hybrid child would be a monster of sorts, and would be rejected by even the vampire and werewolf communities. His marriage to Angua was already making career progression more difficult for him.The various differences of opinion between vampires and werewolves is well-documented, but thier origin is not. It's not true that the bite of a werewolf is deadly to vampires, but certainly something in thier nature means that they rarely, if ever, get along.''

''Its often been remarked that putting a werewolf and a vampire alone in a room together is like putting oil on a fire. How, then, did my grandparents end up together? This is something else lost to those years without record, but I have a half-memory of when my grandfather told me the story. When they first met, Angua was not a werewolf, and Vince was not a vampire. They were university students, living in the same dormitory. They barely noticed each other for a long time, but one night Vince was the victim of a random attack from a vampire. He was left for dead on the street, and would have died then had Angua not found him and called for an ambulance. By the end of the semester, they were engaged. After they were married, Angua was visiting her friend late at night when she discovered that her friend was partway through transforming into a werewolf. Disorientated and confused, her friend attacked Angua and turned her into a werewolf. It seems thier love was strong enough to cross the antipathy between vampires and werewolves, and they stayed together.''

''It was in his very last days that Vince told me that story, and I wish I could remember it better but I was young and foolish. I thought he would be there to tell me the story again next week, next month. This is one of the few disadvantages of being a vampire. Sooner or later you will find you have a friend, a lover, a family member who is mortal. They will age and they will leave you. You try to forget, but after the while you make new friends, and they are aging also. You will outlive so many of the people you love, and people wonder why vampires are dark - but how could we be otherwise? You can see a family multiply before your eyes, you can watch look at a mighty oak and remember the sapling, but you can't stop grieving for those you have lost. If we felt nothing when our friends died, we would be monsters. I am many things, but I am not a monster.''

''Again I have digressed from the main storyline - forgive me. ''

''Vince was frightend of having the child Angua was desperate for, but mother nature had other ideas. Angua fell pregnant multiple times, but each time the transformation from human to werewolf was too traumatic and she lost the child. Finally, with a lot of support from Vince and the local hospital, she managed to carry a pregnancy to term.'' 

''This pregnancy, of course, was my father, Vlad De Crypt. From the first moment they looked at my father, it was obvious he was no monster, neithier was he a vampire. In the evening, when he failed to transform, they discovered he was not a werewolf eithier. Vlad had his father's black hair and his mother's brown eyes. ''

''I love the hope a new child represents, I love the moment when you first hold a child and look into its eyes, and see all the future, all the maybes and possibilities. This loud little armful of tears and smiles could be the next prime minister, or a surgeon, or a homemaker, you just don't know. It's been too long since I held a child, mine are all grown, and thier grandchildren too. I suppose I must have great-grandchildren out in the world somewhere, but they don't want to know me. Families look forward, to the future, and I am the past, a living fossil. My latest wife is gone and I sit here alone in my mansion with empty arms. Your children are your legacy, but that legacy will run on without you and leave you looking after it longingly. ''

''My grandparent's friendship group had expanded to include a good witch, a plantsim, and a human who was trying to get into the lifestyle. Angua persuaded Gretchen to share the secrets of magic with her and began to pursue the path of light. She wanted to be a good witch and break free of the sterotype for a vampire's wife.''

''Angua felt that vampires could be a force for good, and of course she was right. She realised we are not inherently evil, no more so than any other person.''

Chapter Three: Births and Birthdays
 ''My father had a happy, if unusual, childhood. He grew up used to the idea that a person might sleep all day, or turn into a wolf at night. His birthdays were frequented by supernatrual beings and he had few human friends. Indeed, my father struggled to fit amoung the daylight people and longed for the day when he could work in the coven like his father. It has been years beyond count since I have even pretended to be like those who live in the sunlight. We must all, as children, go to school, but for some of us it is merely an ordeal to live through until the glorious day when you first feel the sensation of running your tongue over fangs rather than ordinary incisors. I've have often commented on how unfair it is children cannot become vampires.''

''As a toddler my father kept a strange schedule. Angua, who didn't work, had got into the habit of sleeping partly during the day and partly during the night so that she could meet Vince when he left for and came home from work. Of course they wanted my father to spend as much time with Vince as he could, so Vlad was out to bed at odd hours of the day and night.''

''I remember a story my father told me once, of when he was a toddler and barely able to walk. I don't suppose he actually remembers the event himself, he must have been told the story by his parents. Angua was in the living room, studying and researching spells, and waiting for the sun to set. What an exciting time of day that must have been! I have known werewolves, but I have not lived with them. Imagine, for Vlad, what it must have been like - your father is about to come to life, and your mother is about to change into something more akin to an animal than a human. In this story Vlad took advantage of his mother's distraction to go find his father. As I said, the sun had not yet set, so VInce slept so deep it would have been nearly impossible to wake him, which explains how Vlad managed to get the coffin open without disturbing him. My father spoke of the incredible peace he saw on Vince's face, and the puzzling absence of any fear at seeing his father like this. Would you have been afraid? To find your father cold, silent, and being unable to rouse him? Nonetheless, a few minutes later when the sun set and Vince woke, he found his son curled up in his arms, sleeping the way any human toddler would.''



''My father was not an only child - for a short time, he had a brother, Damien. Damien was born only a couple days after Vlad started school, and he died only a couple of days before Vlad left for University. I wish I knew more of genetics, so I could explain why Damien grew up so quickly and Vlad was an ordinary human. The fact remains that Damien must of inherited something of the vampire or werewolf genes so that he was a teenager when he died, despite only being old enough to be a child. I am getting ahead of myself - Damien lived for many years, you need to hear a little of those first.'' ''Damien's black hair grew long and thick, and it seemed obvious to Angua he was destined to be a werewolf. Strangely, he had a slightly feminine look about him. By now Angua and Vince had more money, although not much, as Vince had worked his way up to be a hunter at the coven, and they managed to scrape together enough to send the boys to private school.''

''The Hunter's at the coven do have a certain mystique about them, and I am proud to say I was one for a short time. Indeed, everyone who has worked thier way into the government of the coven has spent some time as a Hunter. It takes a great deal of physical strength and I admire my grandfather for making a career out it. Admittedly he didnt have the talents to make it further up the hierarchy, but that is not his fault. Such people are born rather than made, and even for them it takes many years of hard work to suceed. Anyone who suceeds easily is only two short steps away from failure.''

''Look at them in the picture, so happy, so carefree. It will last a little longer, I suppose, they had many happy years. They have had happy years since. My uncle would have wanted them to be happy.''

Chapter Four: Growing up
''I said previously that I never met my Uncle. His death was a tragic accident, and many mourned, for (unlike my father) Damien never struggled to fit in. His friendly personality charmed all that knew him. He wasn't as academically successful as my father, but was less withdrawn. If the teachers at school ever had a problem with him, it was because of his frequent truancy, but all he needed to do was flash that winning smile and he was back in thier good book. Many objected that he was bright enough to do better, if he would only attend classes, but thier objections fell on deaf ears. ''

''Vlad was a talented musician, from an early age he could play any music he laid his hands on and wrote musi as easily as he breathed. Mostly he wanted to play the violin, and would spend hours every night producing gothic music that wound its way into a listeners mind and left a stain long after the piece had finished. He stayed up so long every night that he developed dark circles under his eyes, but when his teachers suggested he get an early night, he would just stare at them, silently, seriously, as if calculating the best place to strike.''

''As a child Vlad shocked people by how dark he could be, but as an adult he was much improved and easier to like. As he grew older, however, he let his music slip away from him and during my childhood I rarely heard him play and never saw him write. Instead, he spent most of his time perfecting his appearance. He became a vain man, and wore the best of what he afford, and a little of what he couldn't. If only he had continued with his music! I would have been proud to hear my father play at one of the coven's annual concerts.''

''Unlike Vlad, Damien spent little time on his appearance. he let his hair grow long and thick, almost like a wolf's pelt, and it hung about his shoulders with careless abandon. It's a mystery to me how such a person became even part-vampire. Vampire's are supposed to posess a certain grace and dignity, we do not run with the animals and we take pride in our appearance. Even when he was living in poverty my grandfather understood that much. It is possible for a werewolf to be well groomed, my grandmother in her later days are proof of that.''

''I never met her, of course, but I have seen photos. It saddens me, sometimes, to look at those photos and see a scene repeated throughout our kind; the eternally young holding hands with those who are young no longer. We do not age, even now I look the same as I did when I left university. We age inside, of course, where no-one can see, our personalities change with experiance and time, but those we love age outside, become weaker, until they fade away and leave us empty-handed.''

''Have you seen photos of my father as a teenager, as a university student, as an adult? I am proud of how he looked after his appearance. Most of it was in keeping with the style of the day, of course, but how handsome he looked, how dark, how vampiric! Maybe not the style I would have chosen, but I am not my father. If I was, there would hardly be any point in me exsisting at all! What kind of a world would you live in, if I were not there? It has been decades since the common people lived in fear of vampires, and we own much of the nieghbourhood, give many of you jobs.''

''When I was a young vampire, people were often surprised that I showed up on photos, but of that course that is just silliness. Of course we show up on photos; it is reflections we lack, not bodies. I love to have family photos, my wife and children by my side. One of my wives, I should say. I have had three wives, I have outlived them all, and some of my children as well. Unlike my namesake, I was not married to all three wives simultaneously, even I have to follow the laws on that matter. I am not THE Dracula, of course, the Dracula of legend used Dracula as a surname. I am merely Count Dracula De Crypt, I suppose my father found the name funny. You can hear more of my families later, I am meant to be talking about my father's childhood.''

''Sibling rivalary is a cross we must all bear. Are you surprised to hear me talk of siblings? I have suffered from sibling rivalry, as you will hear later, and I must admit I enjoyed it sometimes, especially when I was winning. I won the last fight it seems; for I am here, and my sibling is not. Human to the end, my sibling aged like everyone else. The sibling rivalry between Damien and Vlad was strong, strong as the rivalry between vampires and werewolves. I have no doubt they loved each other, but unlike my parents, thiers was not a love strong enough to cross the gulf between species. They both hoped the other would see the error of thier ways and convert. ''

''For so long it had been obvious that Vlad would be a vampire, it was all he talked of, all he dreamed of. By the same token it was obvious that Damien was destined to be a werewolf. Vlad had been planning to wait until he went to university to become a vampire, when it would be easier to fit in with his studies, and Damien was still young to survive the transformation. For over a year Vlad had been to trying to win the heart of a local university student, Vanessa Terrano, my mother. As I have mentioned before, as you can see in this picture, Vanessa is not human. Now, I suppose, I had better explain. ''

''The Terrano household had three members, Stella, Nova and Vanessa. They were all aliens, but they came to Earth, and the town of Aridia, to study at our university, La Fiesta Tech. Nova and Vanessa were brother and sister; Nova was my uncle, my friend. Nova and Stella had been dating for many years, and when they came to Earth together, the three of them decided to share a surname. Vanessa was a very outgoing girl, well adjusted to Earth and more intrested in partying than studying. I am sorry to say her grades suffered because of this. Stella and Nova were quieter, more absorbed in thier subjects. Nova never fully adjusted to Earth, and could often be seen wearing strange outfits he thought were normal. ''

''Some disliked or mistrusted them because they weren't human, but to someone from a family like my father's, hanging around with aliens probably felt like a bit of light relief. With them Vlad was not expected to try to conform, nor did he want to. Inevitably, as is the way of such things, love blossomed between him and Vanessa. When she finally agreed to be his girlfriend, it seemed like things could next not get any better for Vlad. His parents were happy for him, and by all accounts Damien was grugdingly proud of his older brother, even if he wouldn't admit it.''

''The next day, Angua brought home a new friend to meet her family, and the group of supernatrual friends she had aquired over the years. If they had known what was ahead, would they have changed the path they were on? Maybe they would have thrown Calista Fuchs from their home, maybe they just wouldn't have converted her. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The world is full of What-ifs and Maybes.''

Chapter Five: Calista Fuchs
''I've mentioned Calista Fuchs before, although not by name. She was part of my mother's friendship group - can you find the reference? It was around the time I discussed how my mother became a witch. Calista Fuchs was the human who was trying to get into the lifestyle my grandparents led, which is strange, as a lot of the people I know who are currently living the lifestyle would like to get out.''

''Calista came to our house so that she could be present to witness the ceremony when Vince became a warlock. My father spoke of how moving it was, and I have been to these ceremonies for my friends and I agree. There is always a certain something in the air when you watch a person accept thier wand, it can bring tears to the eyes of someone as old as me. Or perhaps I am getting sentimental as well as forgetful in my old age.''

''Calista was exactly the kind of wannabe Vampire that I despise. She saw how goth's dressed and thought that's how we dress. Why do people always make this mistake? The only similarity between us and the goths is that we both dress in black. I admit, at one time, it was fashionable to dress in gothic clothes, or in angry, rebellious clothing, but to think of it now, we just looked like sullen teenagers who all try to express thier individuality in exactly the same way.''

''Nonetheless, my grandmother thought of her as a friend, as I had not be born yet, so Calista was welcomed into thier household with open arms. She even supported my father when, at the end of the ceremony, he announced that he was not going to study the path of light, like my father had, but instead was going to study the evil magics, as was expected of a vampire. I am grateful I live in a more enlightend time, when Vampires are viewed as neithier evil nor good, but people in thier own right, with thier own choices! I suppose it is true that if Vince has tried to be a good warlock he might have been punished by his superiors at work, but that would be allowed no longer.''

''What actually happened that evening is uncertain - there are so many conflicting accounts, no-one saw everything, and no-one saw what they thought they saw. This much is known;''


 * It was a week until Vlad went to University.


 * It was two weeks since Damien had become a teenager, old enough to survive the change to a werewolf or vampire species Picture9.jpg


 * After the ceremony, after Calista had defended Vince, she asked to talk to him quietly outside, where she begged him to bite her and turn her into a vampire. He agreed.


 * Angua followed outside a few minutes later and thought she saw Vince attacking her friend. In her attempt to save Calista, she scratched her, infecting her with werewolf venom as well as vampire venom. It was after dark, of course, so Angua was in her werewolf form.


 * Disorientated and in pain (one change is not easy or comfortable, two changes at the same time must be an ordeal) Calista ran inside to escape my grandparents. As she did so, Damien grabbed her arm to see if she was ok. Without thinking, Calista swatted him away, but her neatly trimmed nails had become ragged claws, and she scratched him as well.

''​My Uncle was ill in bed for three whole days. He got worse during the day, and better at night, and even as he slept in the daytime he tried to escape the sunlight shinging through gaps in the curtains. On the third day, for what must have seemed like hours beyond count, they weren't sure if Damien would even survive the change. Then his fever broke, and by sunset he was sitting up in bed and talking, running his tounge over freshly formed fangs and blinking red eyes. His reflection had dissapeared from mirrors, and it was apparent that Damien De Crypt was a vampire. Then sun set, and my grandmother left for her nightly change into her wolf form. Imagine her surprise, when she returned to Damien's room, to find he had done the same! This is the first recorded instance of someone becoming both a vampire and a werewolf. My grandmother had barely caught her breath when the doorbell rang. When she answered it, who should be there but Calista Fuchs! She, too, had become both a vampire and a werewolf, the first of thier kind.''
 * Calista ran out of the house and was not seen again for some days. Damien was quickly taken ill and had to go to bed. Damien had been infected as well, but it was not a large enough dose to change him instantly as Calista herself had not yet finished the change. He had picked up a little venom, and his body was slowly changing, cell by cell, but no-one yet knew if he would be a vampire or a werewolf.



''This seems like a happy ending, but the chapter is not over yet. My father is about to go to University, and on this day, tradegy strikes, and strikes hard.''

''I said day, but night would be more accurate. Damien bit his brother a few nights later, and it turns out that vampire-werewolf hybrids can control what species they turn other sims into. My father became a vampire, not a werewolf or a vampire-werewolf cross. The next night Angua drove Vlad to university, which has always been very understanding when it comes to different species of students. My father was moving in with Vanessa, Nova and Stella. Angua and Vlad locked the house when they left, forgetting Damien was still outside in the garden. The plan was for Angua to get Vlad to uni, unpack his room before sunrise, and drive home during the day whilst Vlad slept in his coffin. ''

''How terrible it must have been for Damien, to realise what had happened. To hear my grandfather call from the window as he went to bed, a warning that the sun would rise soon. To push his luck, to stay up longer than Vince, daring the sun to hurt him. To finally try and get in, only to find all the doors locked, that he was unable to get into the house, into safety. To call out, desperatly, pointlessly, as his father slept the sleep of the undead, and couldnt be waken. ''



''I have been out after daybreak only once, and then only for a few seconds. I still remember the terror I felt as I fled for shelter, I still remember how my back burned. I still have the scar. Damien was outside for hours, and eventually he burned to death. Vince and Angua De Crypt buried my uncle in the garden.''

TO BE CONTINUED