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Dmitri and His NephewsThis is a gift for all the people that have commented on this story so far. Your reviews always make me want to write more.
Alexander Patrick Vasile was a disgusting little toddler.
He had blonde hair, blue eyes and the most adorable little laugh. He greeted you with the warmest smile you could ever imagine and held his arms out for a hug; a most trusting and sunny little boy. And at such a small and tender age, he viewed his grandfather Jan as the most wonderful human being he had ever encountered, not that he had encountered many at all. He used to force himself up onto the old mans lap, carting a book with him and asking with only his smile if dear old grandpapa would read for him (voices included of course).
This usually resolved with the toddler being flung off onto the carpet and Jan storming away in a mood. But Alexander seemed to like being thrown on the carpet. Perhaps he thought Jan was playing a game
You'll Never Live Like Them The English term was derived (possibly via French vampyre), from the German Vampir, Dmitri read monotonously aloud, his nephew unable to hold back a smirk while he listened to the boring lecture, which in turn is thought to be derived in the early 18th century from Serbian vampir, or Hungarian vámpír. The Serbian and Hungarian forms have parallels in virtually all Slavic languages: Bulgarian вампир (vampir), Czech and Slovak upír, Polish wąpierz and (perhaps East Slavic-influenced) upiór, Russian упырь (upyr'), Belarusian упыр (upyr), Ukrainian упирь (upir'), from Old Russian упирь (upir').
Dmitri took a deep breath and was about to start reading from the manuscript again when Nicky threw his pen at him. Dmitri watched it fly past him and raised his eyes to regard his audience.
Unhappy ChristmasChristmas 2001 was a gloomy affair.
Not just for the Vasiles. It was as if a cloud of fear and despair had settled upon the world which seemed difficult to shift. Spending was down. Merry-making was down. There was mistrust in the air and everyone glanced sideways at their neighbour as if they suspected something. Very few spent the holidays abroad; instead families retreated back to the home and hearth.
It should have been a rather jolly few weeks for the Vasiles. The house had never seemed so full with the cousins over to stay. Nicholas was still trying to figure out what to call the Romanian branch of the Vasile family. Bozena and her siblings were not his cousins; their parents were cousins. Was it correct to call them second cousins? Or were there other labels for such members of the extended family?
It was far too confusing for his young mind but he welcomed it with open arms. Such ponderings distracted him from the fact that it was not Dmitri decorating the tree, nor was he doin
Open Up and Say AHThis one was a biter, Jan said proudly to a horrifically pale man that Nicholas did not recognise. Jan clapped his hand on Nickys back and smiled down at the child, You cant imagine how proud I was when the nursery almost banned him. He kept biting all the other children!
Nicholas did not feel that this was actually anything to be proud of at all. He felt quite ashamed.
But the other vampire widened his eyes, impressed, so this one was actually born a vampire? I did not think that was possible.
Oh it isnt, Jans smile was so wide that his fangs were completely on show, but he was born with quite a few characteristics. And between you and me, I never thought that would be possible considering that Irish mortal mother of his.
Hey! Nicky glared up at his grandfather but Jan ignored him.
Have you seen the eldest? Jan continued regardless, such a disappointment. As much spine as
Knowledge is PowerIf anyone had bothered to ask Nickys opinion, which they didnt, he would have been able to tell them the real problem with the Vasile family.
It had nothing to do with being denizens of the night, the horrors that lurked in every shadow. It had nothing to do with long black capes, or big fangs or the occasional blood guzzle. That sort of thing only distracted from the real problem.
It was simply that there was not enough communication. Nobody really talked to each other. Or if they did it was only to one other family member whether they liked it or not. Grandfather Jan told everyone what he thought when he thought it and why he thought it but he never listened; especially not to his daughter-in-law Jennafer and her son Alexander. Jennafer was similarly into everyones business and listened to every little quibble, every little concern. She fixed everything. But she rarely told anyone how she felt, and the only telltale signs was the way she occasionally flared her nost
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