My Vladislaus Dracula

The gypsy woman came into the restaurant and picked up Amelia’s hand off the table. A chill ran down Amelia’s back as the woman stroked her hair and continued talking in a heavy Romanian accent. “What is she saying?” Amelia asked Genose. “She is old and foolish,” a young woman stated, coming from the kitchen. The gypsy released Amelia’s hand, but continued talking as the young woman led her out of the restaurant. The young woman came back in from the alleyway moments later. “Mother tells me you are the woman saving my father,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “What is your name?” Gaining her composure. “My name is Amelia Justine Kari,” she smiled. “What is your name?” “My name is Nelle.” the young woman stated. “Can you tell me what the woman was saying please?” Amelia asked nervously. “She says you are having a baby boy,” Genose interrupted, waving his hand nervously at Nelle. “You must forget this.” Amelia got up quickly and took off her hospital smock. “I’m not having a baby.” she said, showing off her thin figure. “Do not think of her again,” Nelle said nervously. “She talked for a while,” Amelia was confused. “What else did she say?” “Legend says,” Nelle stared at Amelia. “Dracula returned five hundred years after his death. They say he looked similar to his old self but was less violent and fit in well with the times of today. It was also said that he never died. The man beheaded was a decoy who looked like him, and now Dracula carries his coffin around with him to keep him alive.” Amelia looked over at Genose, who was now holding his hand over his mouth. “That’s what she said?” Amelia shook her head. "I don’t believe in vampires.”