Alice closed Lucy´s diary. Pure, feminine angel-in-the-house Lucy, unpolluted and pampered.
How she hated such perfectness.
Alice looked the women laying in the luxurious bed. Older one was dead, her face was already turning to waxen yellow, and younger one was unconscious. The window behind was broken and she felt the draught of the night-air... and presence of someone.
Or something.
She turned around. Her master stood near the window, watching Lucy, and Alice felt the bang of jealousy, when she saw how he looked the angelically red-haired girl.
"Count... " She began, not sure what she wanted to say. She felt a bit dizzy, because she had to drunk some of the laudanum-drugged brandy with other servants to avoid suspicions.
"When I´m gone, put the garlic back." Dracula did not turn her eyes from Lucy, when he spoke.
"Yes, Count." Alice walked to the door. When she closed it behind her, she heard how Dracula said something in Roumanian and Lucy answered in English: "Yes."
Alice walked to the kitchen, where the drugged servants slept in their chairs.. She looked her glass, but did not taste it. Not yet. She saw something move behind the window and turned her head ; a big grey wolf, Berserker, looked Alice, raised it head and howled mournfully to the night sky.
Does it felt that it´s Master had betrayed it? Alice watched how the animal ran away, disappearing to the shadows. Alice hoped she could have done the same.