Post by Alaric Dracislav on Jul 4, 2020 19:29:35 GMT -5
Alaric wipes his hair out of his eyes, his dark brown, dry tufty fringe collapsing down his forehead, so he can better see his reflection in the mirror. He sees himself, his tired eyes. His pale skin. His unshaven stubble. In this moment, he doesn't look very much like a vampire.
As he squeezes his extra strength gel onto his hair, runs black rings around his eyes with eyeliner, pops in his fangs, and place the lighter/cross necklace given to him by his mother around his neck. Alaric looks up at the mirror, and despite the physical changes, still sees the same defeated man beneath.
He wanted to see the fierce and terrifying Alaric Dracislav. But he only saw Jerry McDonald.
His phone buzzes, a call is coming through. He answers quickly.
Alaric Dracislav
Hello?
Voice on Phone
Hello, Mr. Dracislav?
Alaric Dracislav
Speaking.
Voice on Phone
Perfect. Just been told by the AWF Marketing Team to give you a call, are you free on thursday? We're hoping you could head by the studio so we can take a few scans of you for your action figure.
Alaric's face lights up. A big toothy grin.
Alaric Dracislav
Really? An action figure!? Of me!?
Voice on Phone
Of course, there's high demand for you sir.
Alaric Dracislav
There is!? Oh wow! I'm honoured, yes, thursday, I'll swing by!
Voice on Phone
Great. Leslie will be there too. We're doing you as a two-pher, as to promote your new tag team.
Alaric's face drops.
Alaric Dracislav
What? Is this call for umm… Alaric Dracislav?
Voice on Phone
Oh sorry, no, we're looking for a Kolotov Dracislav?
Alaric hangs up. His phone clatters along the floor as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. Tears emerge in his eyes, but he tries hard to fight them off.
But it's a losing effort. And there he stands, looking at the crying face of the man he hated being. The worse brother. The unsuccessful, unloveable, Alaric Dracislav. The man who thought day and night about his brother, seeing his raging success. His constant wins. His television career. His constant influx of auditions. His friends.
And he felt like it was his own fault. Alaric remembered how he used to speak to his brother, he remembered his harsh tones. He always told himself it's what his brother needed, but now, without him, is when his brother has thrived. Was he too harsh? Is it too late to change everything?
Yes. Yes it was. Kolotov wasn't coming back.
He'd lost his brother.
Alaric had enough of looking at himself, and punched the mirror. It didn't break, Alaric only howled as he clutched his bruised knuckles.
Alaric Dracislav
Owie owie owie!!!
Priscilla Kelly
Thought Vampires didn't have reflections.
Alaric Dracislav
EY!!!
Alaric tries to hide that he just jumped almost halfway across the room from fright, but it's too late, and he stands looking on edge in the middle of the room. There, leaning on the doorway, is Hell's Favourite Harlot, Priscilla Kelly.
Alaric Dracislav
You! You're the one who told me to confront Barron Boneius in the first place! You're the reason I'm in this mess!
Priscilla Kelly
Excuse me?
Alaric Dracislav
At your party! You told me to confront the Barron and-
Priscilla Kelly
Sure did, Alaric. Is there a problem?
Alaric Dracislav
Well, my brother-
Priscilla Kelly
Did what? Left you? Because you were trying to stand up for yourself? We all saw how that skeletal fuck treat you, it was awful, and you'd had enough and what? Your brother didn't stand by you, like you'd stood by him through all those years, just because a bit of fame was coming his way?
Alaric Dracislav
Well. Actually I was, starting to think maybe I didn't treat him so good-
Priscilla Kelly
Maybe Alaric, if he was willing to leave his own brother high and dry just for a role in a sucky TV series, he didn't deserve to be treat so good in the first place. That night, I pushed you to do what was best for you, and it may not seem like that's the case right now. But I can assure you, it is. I've kept my eye on you, you're impressive. You really are. You're not relying on others to find success like your little bro, you're trying to claim it yourself, and that's admirable. It really is.
Alaric nods, a feeling surges within him, one that's felt foreign to him for weeks now. Confidence.
Priscilla Kelly
Don't think about your brother. Think about yourself. Once you're done in your match tonight, come find me. We'll have a little chat. Things'll start looking up soon Alaric, trust me.
Priscilla winks at Alaric, before she starts moving out of the room.
Priscilla Kelly
Nice leather jacket by the way, you look like Blade. It's sexy.
And with that, she's gone, and Alaric's relieved, as she doesn't see him go bright red, and she doesn't see the involuntary smile that emerges on his face. He looks back at himself in the mirror, and a different face looks back.
There he is.
There's Alaric Dracislav.