Pleasure

As Vlad sat in the sleek ride, enjoying the not-at-all awkward atmosphere that was being produced by the three individuals that sat across from him, he could not help but come to the realization that it was only his second time sitting in a car since he was born in this world.

There was a time when he loved cars, road trips, and sometimes just taking a drive around the block while listening to something dope or an audiobook when he wanted to wind down.

It truly was a simpler time.

However, that time was gone.

Now, there is only the complex. The intrigue. The mystery.

Or at least, that is what he would like to tell himself as he sat across from the Addams family. Them watching him, all sides analyzing one another.

He knew this game of cat and mouse must come to an end.

No matter how trying, Vlad would have to swallow his pride, and be the first to break the silence that enveloped the black beast.

*Crack*

Psych.

For a split second, Vlad let a portion of his energy escape his body, then pulled it back like it never happened.

All proof that he did anything could only be acquired by looking at the back window that has a crack running through it that was not previously there and the sweat that seemed to blossom out of his soon to be family members.

He could not help but chuckle, on the inside. He could finally understand why Wednesday enjoyed tormenting her family so much. They were a funny bunch.

"Ahem", Gomez cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, as he gave his wife's hands a reassuring squeeze. "So, Mr... I'm sorry, we never got your name." He drawled out smoothly. The only indicator of his fear being his eyes.

Vlad had to admit, the man was calm under unknown pressure.

As was Morticia.

And Pugsley.

Yes, he could definitely understand why his little death enjoyed tormenting them. They just didn't react nearly enough to satisfy the purpose of messing with them in the first place. If anything, they looked more curious than afraid.

Not cool......wait a minute.

'Why the hell am I trying to intimidate them in the first place,' Vlad thought to himself. I'm supposed to be trying to make a good first impression and my first instinct is to dominate the situation? Ah, I see. This is what happens when one spends too much time going unchallenged. They forget how to operate amongst those who require them to take a step back. Once again, I must thank my incredible mind and amazing body for allowing me to reach such a level of introspection in the time it takes mere mortals to count to three really fast. Tis a perk of being me, I suppose.'

As Vlad came down from his high level introspection, he noticed a look in the eyes of Wednesday's mother. A look that he was familiar with, but did not expect to see on anyone outside of his precious one. A look that filled him with an, unnoticeable to outside world, sense of dread.

'She knows I was getting my self love on! But how? Is Gomez a fan internal monologuing? Is she? Is everyone!? Eh, let's pivot.'

"My name," Vlad starts out with his velvety voice, that definitely surpasses Gomez's. "Is Vlad Dracul," he bows slightly while seated, "genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist".

"Chichichi," Vlad hears Pugsley give a low chortle. His eyes take in the boy.

"That's from Iron Man."

Vlad feels the urge that his mouth has to twitch, but he denies the impulse.

'Are you fucking kidding me. The fucking Marvel comics are a thing in this silly fucking world, but Blade likely isn't. Man, I really need to do my research.'

"Right you are, Pugsley." Vlad says, never missing a beat. "I felt only that line fit the modern standards of my awesomeness." He finishes with a light smile, getting comfortable for the first time.

"Are you?" Morticia asks. "A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

"Indeed," Vlad says, sitting straight, and smoothing out the rumples in his shirt. "Though, genius is relative, my money is endless, I only play with one girl, and I do give it away to those in need...if I like them."

"Well, you sound like a very good young man." She responds.

"Thank you very much, Morticia. Though, it is only proper courtesy that I inform you, that I am actually older than you." He smiles once again, only this time with a hint of mystery...and frivolity.

He enjoys the looks of surprise that dance across his audiences faces.

"Older than Tish? Are you a vampire of some kind?" Gomez asks.

"Ah, there in lies the conundrum you see," he pauses, enjoying the dramatics. "For I am not a vampire of some kind, my dear Gomez, I am a vampire of the only kind. The only true kind."

"What do you mean?" Morticia asks. He can see the wait for the big reveal is eating them up and he loves it.

"In my time, there was only one kind of vampire. All others, came from this one. The one known as The Progenitor, The Prince," instantly the atmosphere shifts, becoming dark and cold, as his fangs come out to play and his eyes shift to their predatory form. "And The Impaler!"

*Boom* *Zzzzzzzzz-Pang* *Boom*

Lightning and thunder roll across the sky, seemingly out of nowhere in a continuous loop, which provide the only light to the now dark interior of the car. And with each flash of lightning the three occupants are allowed to feast their eyes on the wide smile of Vlad Dracul in all its glory.

Now, some would not have the decency to admit when they get slightly carried away, but Vlad is different. He completely acknowledges the fact that he definitely went overboard, however fuck if it doesn't provide a cool visual. One that they will never forget. Actually...yep, he definitely did them a favor. Now, they will always have something to talk about at dinner parties. They are welcome.

With a *snap* of his fingers, everything returns to normal.

The sky went back to a grey overcast. Daytime once again resembled daytime. And the car was no longer enveloped in darkness.

Like a flip had been switched, all was as it was.

Almost.

Pugsley had fainted.

Gomez was shielding his wife with his arm.

And Morticia...she looked ecstatic.

He could definitely see the resemblance. No wonder Wednesday felt like she was always competing with Morticia. The two were just too much alike. Both hot as shit, and get turned on by incredibly dangerous situations...hot as shit, indeed.

As tensions settled, Vlad donned his customary gentle, yet elegant smile, that told the world, it's alright, I am here.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Addams family. I will be your son-in-law."

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(A/N: Additional Chaps are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter .)