I forgot to tell you, everyone has of course their own preference when it comes to the count, and you can of course imagine whoever you like, I'll be glad if you coud write me who it is. :) But my favourite is and always will be the wonderful Kevin Tarte, and this is how the count looks in my story.

Alfred stood quietly by the window, watching as the sun outside was slowly making it's way across the sky. He still had no idea what exactly happened last night, and his stunned brain was still not quite capable of coming up with an explanation. He was still alive, that much he knew. So was the professor, who was sitting in a chair next to him. After yesterday's unexpected events the count had simply thrown them, very reluctantly, into the library for the rest of the night and the following day, with the reassurances of their death should they try to escape, and that Koukol will bring them something to eat later.

The professor, who was always ready to make the best of things, immediately buried his nose in a nearest phylosophical book, and he hadn't spoken much since, so Alfred was left on his own. He tried to read as well first, but his nervous mind wasn't able to concentrate, and so, after a while, he put the book aside, and he went to the window, watching as the sun eventualy began to rise. It was nearly midday now.

He was thinking, he was doing a lot of thinking. He was thinking about Sarah, who, by the time they ended up here, had finished her transformation. He didn't want to think about her this way, no he didn't, but the way she looked at him when she suddenly turned her face from the count to look at him; the more he tried to forget, the more was his mind filled frightning thoughts as to what would happen if they did manage to escape and the count wasn't there to hold her back.

Speaking of, he really was wondering why they were still alive. Not that he was complaining about that, but they were trying to spoil the count's plans, they tried to kill not only him, but his son too, and since he wasn't that foolish, he was sure that the vampires knew about that, and they crashed the ball and tried to steal the count's chosen one. It wasn't like the count didn't have a good reason to kill them. So he wasn't quite sure what to make of all this. And he wondered about the strange newcomer. Who could she possibly be that the very sight of her caused the count to lose any interest in his revenge?

He wasn't feeling exactly save, but at least he hoped no vampires will get inside this library. Last night, just an hour before sunrise, he could here a familiar voice behind the door. It was Herbert, asking his father if he could go inside to visit his "darling", but the count has forbidden it with a voice, that sounded actually quite frustrated. It seemed the lord of the castle wasn't sure what to do with them, and it troubled Alfred to think about what will happen when the count will finally make a decition. He dreaded the slowly approaching evening.

He was thinking about Herbert too. Yesterday, during the night, when he was still quite shaken from just being here, the young vampire scared him to no end, but now, in daylight, it was easier to think about Herbert as a person and not as a vampire. He realised that the viscount wasn't so bad towards him up until to the point when he bared his fangs at him. Alfred knew now that Herbert had missunderstood him having the book as a sign of him being in love with vampire, and that the happiness of the discovery probably got the better of him. Alfred didn't know why he felt the need to defend the vampire in front of himself, it was probably his own, kind nature, but this was how he tried to reason with himself. Still, it didn't help much, for the feeling of Herbert's teeth slowly descending towards his neck, was still enough to send him into a fit of panic, no matter if Herbert meant it or not.

It was a few hours later when the door to the library unexpectedly opened and in them appeared Koukol, putting a tray of something on the floor before quickly slamming the door behind him, locking them in without sparing them so much as a look. The professor was sleeping soundly in an armchair, Koukol's interruption of their silence not bothering him at all. Alfred envied the old man, for he couldn't close an eye, let alone sleep since the nightmare after their arrival.

Carefully, he walked to the door, and took the tray from the floor to take a closer look at it. There were a few pieces of a roughty cut bread, which seemed a bit mouldy, but fortunately didn't look so bad, next to it was something that looked like several strips of dried meat, although Alfred wasn't quite so sure about the state of that, or about it's smell. And next to the meat was an apple, which looked, although the fruit was obviously old and it had more wrinkles than professor Abronsius, like the most edible thing on the tray. He wasn't very happy about this, but it could have been worse, and he was hungry, so he took the apple and a few pieces of bread, but as he was about to bite into the fruit, his eyes fell on the sleeping figure of his mentor, and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He put the apple back on the tray, and walked to the professor, gently shaking him from his sleep.

"Professor, sir." he said appologetically. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't wake you, but... Koukol brought us some food and I thought... We should perhaps eat it while it still looks we can eat it."

Professor Abronsius just growled something under his breath and sat up straight in his chair, before taking the tray from Alfred's hands. He took the apple, and after looking at it for a while with a doubtful expression, he took a bite a bite, and Alfred could immediately tell from his grimase, that it must have tasted quite bitter.

"Please eat, professor. You need to keep your strenght up." he said, but the professor just rolled his eyes.

"What for, my good boy? We are stuck here, waiting for the count to finally decide what to do with us. It's not going to take long now."

"But... maybe the count will be in a good mood or something..." Alfred mused, tearing a piece of bread before it into his mouth. "Maybe that vampire we saw yesterday persuaded him to..."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, boy," the professor said with slight annoyance. "Yes, that was an interesting turn of events. But still, it's either we get drained and killed or we get drained and turned. They are vampires. We are humans. Pure logic."

After that the professor continued his meal in silence, and Alfred decided to leae him be and move back to his window. He looked outside and sighed. The sun started falling down, evening was approaching.