Disclaimer: Although one of my characters is based off of Stoker's Dracula, I do NOT own Dracula. I do own the likeness of my other OC's, but Dracula is not mine.
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©August 2012
I had a dream last night, but not just any dream where the most random things happen and you end up in different places and situations for no apparent reason. It was a dream that started off that way, yes, but eventually, it felt so incredibly real. I woke up later that night, sweat covering my face, my heart racing, I thought I was still dreaming and expected him to be there with me...
I was in my neighborhood, only everything was different, especially my house. In fact it wasn't even there. Instead, there was this gigantic White Castle that took up most of the plots where my neighbors' houses should be, but other than that, everything seemed- normal. Everyone was happy and waving at me but I had no idea why. Their faces, I thought, They're almost... artificial. I didn't know what to make of anything until he showed up. Despite it being a spectacularly bright and sunny day, the Count stood next to me, flashing a dangerously brilliant smile that made my insides do a million burning backflips.
I instinctively flinched away from him, I always hated that smile. He chuckled under his breath. "Why do you move away from me, sweet child?", he asked, his low husky voice ringing in my ears. His Transylvanian accent sickened me. Disgusting... "Get the hell away from me, Count.", I sneered, backing away from him slowly. If I move too fast he'll chase me... He laughed that wonderful, horrible, seductive laugh that made my skin crawl. I hate him... He took a step toward me, "Now now... There's no need to be nasty." He took another step and opened his arms like he expected a hug and said so mockingly, "Come to me, my dear sweet Liyrra. Come and embrace your fate." I gasped, practically stumbling backwards away from him. My heart began to thump like a rabbit hopped up on caffeine. What the hell is he talking about?!... I wanted to desperately run away from here, this place, but most of all, him. My muscles were tingling in anticipation. He chuckled again, "Running would be a very foolish decision, my dear." My eyes widened in alarm. How did he know?!... I froze as he began to walk towards me, "Besides, you have nowhere to run to; your home, your friends, even this- ," He raised his arms above his head to gesture towards his surroundings, a look of disgust on his face,"-ugh-lovely neighborhood all belong to me." He finished with a cocky smile, never ending his advancement towards me. I was frozen with fear, my heart about to pound out of my chest. What? What do I do now?! ..
His lips curled into a wicked smile as the sky began to turn a purplish- gray. His maniacal laughter was overshadowed by rolls of thunder and lightning cast the shadow of his dark silhouette over me. I felt so small; like a bug. He was getting closer, but I couldn't budge; I was too afraid. It was only when I saw him bare his horrible fangs did I feel the urge to move. Run... I bolted away from him as fast as my legs would allow me. My muscles screaming at me to move faster and faster, sprinting away like how a frightened rabbit runs away from a monstrous wolf. I need to get away, I need to get help!.. I ran toward the nearest house and furiously banged on the door. "Please!", I yelled, "You have to help me! Is anyone there?!" No one was there. I continued this for what seemed like forever, banging on door after door, finding no help. I was absolutely terrified. I had no idea what to do, where to turn. Just empty houses... Tears started clouding my vision. "No", I said to myself, shaking, "I won't cry in front of him." I wiped them away with my shirt sleeve, my other hand brushing straying strands of my raven black hair from my hazel eyes. Wait, Where is he?.. The thought that he might be right behind me chilled me to the core.