Dracula: Hearts of Fire (Dracula Heart's) by Albert Gallant Page B

Allison said to her daughter, but she was guessing that it was. “Dracula has a lot of famous friends you know.”
     
        Jenny showed her mother a smirk. “That would be some coincidence Mother. You know it’s mine. I t might not be so bad to have Dracula as a father after all . I’ll bet he could buy me a seat on the Russian Soyuz. ” Jenny ran into the house and found Dracula sitting on the sofa talking to Piers Anthony. In between them was the cat Moon Diamond.
     
       Dracula turned to his daughter. “Hello Jenny, this is the author Piers Anthony. Piers, this is my daughter.”
     
        Jenny was immediately disappointed. “ Mister Anthony, i s that your car out there? It is, isn’t it?”
     
      Piers looked up at Jenny. “As a matter of fact it isn’t.”
     
        Jenny stared at the Siamese. “What a beautiful cat. Is that MY car? ”
     
        “He is quite fetching, isn’t he.” Piers petted the cat which made it stick its butt in the air, and of course that irritated Zacharia.
     
        Jenny turned her attention to Dracula and waited for him to say it. Allison entered behind her. Jenny and her father both stared at one another waiting for the other to speak first. Piers was enjoying the pseudo confrontation. Allison was aware of the awkward silence and the grin on the author. Jenny glanced at the cat and then back at her father; she was gett ing weird vibes from the animal that was gazing up at her. The cat gave the Master a high five for having such a beautiful daughter.
     
        Dracula finally spoke. “Jenny, what’s my name?”
     
        She smiled. “You don’t know your own name?”
     
        “What’s my name?”
     
        “Dracula? King of the vampires? The head honcho? Chief biter? Did that cat just give you a high five? ”
     
        “What’s my name?”
     
        Jenny hesitated as both Piers and Allison waited to see if she would say it. “Father?”
     
        Dracula nodded. “There you go, that wasn’t so difficult?”
     
        “Yes, F ATHER, it was difficult . Is that my car in the driveway or isn’t it ?”
     
        And again Dracula nodded. “It is.”
     
        “I knew it!” Jenny ran out the door and jumped in the car. In less than a minute they could all hear the music blaring from insi de the Ferrari . Allison gave him a stern look but didn’t want to say too much in front of the author.
     
       Dracula shrugged. “I know but look how happy she is . She deserves something nice because of you lying to her for all those years. It’s a good distraction don’t you think? ”
     
        “I thought we agreed not to get her a freaking Ferrari!”
     
        “It was on sale.”
     
        “Oh, it was not. Those things don’t go on sale. ”
     
        “Half price.”
     
        “Dracula, you are not the least bit funny.”
     
        “This is Piers Anthony, the author. And Zacharia here is an old friend of mine. His soul is trapped inside his cat.”
     
        Allison turned to Piers. “Is he being funny?”
     
        “I’m afraid not,” said Piers . “I’ll let him explain it to you.”
     
        Allison sat down on the love seat facing them as she stared at the cat. “I’m listening.”
     
        Dracula thought before he spoke. “ I’m getting tired of telling this story I can tell you that. Zacharia had this cat and instead of letting it perish of natural causes, he used a small part of his soul to keep it alive.  But when he was killed in a fight, his soul, instead of moving on it was pulled into the cat.”
     
        Allison scrunched her eyebrows and looked confused. “What happened to the cat’s soul?”
     
        “T hey’re both in there. Zacharia has no body to return to so he’s stuck in there.”
     
         Allison considered it but could n’t imagine it. “How awful.”
     
        “He’s getting used to it. At least he’s not complaining as much.