Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fic so please review to tell me how I can improve. No characters from Young Dracula appear until Chapter 2 so if you don't like my OC then hold up till chapter 2 which will be in Wolfie's POV. Shall be uploading each chapter as soon as possible so I will be quick to update. I apologise for the shortness of the chapters but I assumed it should make for easy reading. I own Elizabeth, the Magustre's and anything else out of my imagination but apart from that it all goes to the BBC. This is also a re-upload but nothing major has changed just a few adjustments as I have returned back to it after several months. But Enjoy!
Summary: Elizabeth Penn Grey, aged 15, arrives at the Dracula's grounds after escaping a tough past at Castle Vastellum.
Scene 1 (Narrator's POV)
She ran. She ran as fast as her legs would go. Pushing herself forward, away from that dreaded place. That castle. Where they abused her, and scarred her flesh with bruises and bites. Elizabeth Grey, just 16 years of age had just escaped the worst place in her life. Castle Vastellum (Vas • tel • umm). It was home to a family of vampires, the Magustre (Mag • nuss • tray) Family to be exact. Each day they would drain a small amount of blood, savouring her taste like the last bottle of a vintage wine. She would fight against them but the one sided fight was never won by Elizabeth against their abnormal strength.
They kept her locked up in a dank room with dark oak furnishings and large velvet drapes that stopped any glimpse of sunlight from entering the room. For days, months even, she was not knowing when or how she was going to get out. But now she was free, thanks to a bit of planning and perfect timing she had managed to slip out without anyone noticing. Now her only hope is that she can find shelter and protection before they hunt her back down. She ran up a muddy road, made cautious due to recent rainfall, when she saw a large stone building in the distance.
She ran in its direction hoping she could settle there. She slipped a few times but placing her hand on the ground to prevent falling she sped on, eager to be accommodated. As she ran uphill she got weaker and weaker. She reached the entrance of the building, a big rust metal gate, before her legs gave way beneath her. She collapsed forwards onto the pebbled courtyard. She lay with hardly enough energy to stand knowing that she had made it, for this place would be a nirvana compared to Castle Vastellum.