Wow…one review…have I truly sank as low a writer to have one, single, review? Oh well, I guess maybe later I will have more reviews…

In other words, I am quite tickled that someone likes my work enough to review it. I hope you like this chapter too, Aleera 13…

Chapter 2: Resurrected

I came out of my short spell with ease, but freezing. I felt really stupid when I could have taken some of my stakes in my jacket and used them to burn for warmth. So I slowly managed to raise myself to my feet, and stumbled off the ledge.

"Ouch! Why didn't I just climb down the stairs?" I thought to myself. I then remembered that my mother always had a nickname for me: Clumsy. I was always made fun of in school because of my lack of grace. Being a werewolf, mum always said, you would think that you would be quick and graceful like your father was. My mother was the vampire, and she met father on her way to save her clan from a rabid werewolf attack. He helped her, and fell in love with her. That was how they had me.

Mum always told me that I would one day grow into my grace. I waited and waited for that day to come, but it still hasn't arrived yet. Mum said that maybe when I met my true love, I would become graceful for him. But she did not understand that when I fought in battle, I was swift and sure in attack and graceful in my defense. Every other time I was just a complete klutz.

As I thought about this, the room started to get warmer, and I realized that I was giving off heat and energy to the rest of the room. The lights flickered and the electrical equipment started to hum. Then, Dracula's skeleton started to hover in the air, and attach itself to the equipment. I looked down at my hand, where I had unknowingly laid my hand on the main electrical switch. But I still didn't know how the skeleton managed to get up on the gurney. I started to run when the skeleton started growing muscles, skin and hair…

Then, It rose from the gurney, body and finally the face coming back together. It opened its eyes, and stared at me. I turned to the mirror and started running and screaming like a banshee. SLAM! Into the mirror I crashed, and down I fell. He came closer, still not speaking yet, and lifted me up by the scruff of my neck. My hand went to my sword, and I drew it.

He forced me to stare into his eyes. Chocolate brown, with a shine to them that could have made me whimper for mercy if he wanted it. "Boo," he said, and I screamed.

"Ok, now I'm finished!" I said and drew my sword. He chuckled and scrunched his grip even tighter. I howled and slashed wildly with my sword, connecting with his cheek. He let go, and gasped with surprise. He did not expect me to have so much strength in one wild blow. I took this opportunity to roll out of the way of him catching me. Then I stood there, ready to fight again.

"I did not mean to frighten you so, but I see that I have very much underestimated you. You have a lot of strength for a vampire," He said with a sly grin, as he materialized in behind of me. I reached behind me and pulled him over I shoulder, sword right over his neck.

"I am not just a vampire, Dracula…I am half werewolf as well, and I have trained in the best ninja schools and academies during the duration that I lost my mother and father to the H.U.N.T.E.R. gang. I hope that I am stronger than I look to you."

"You can try to kill me, but I am already dead. If you let me get up, I could fight you in a fair duel, with just swords, and you could have a sparring partner. I have no other choice but to challenge you," He said with a smile. With slight hesitation, and never willing to pass up a challenge, I removed my sword and gave him my hand to help him up. Little did I know that it was just a ruse to distract my attention from his real course of action. Soon he had me in his arms, sword against my neck.

"Very good," he whispered in my ear, his deep, Romanian voice sending chills running down my spine. "But not quite good enough to keep your freedom."

"I am no one's servant. In fact, you would be crazy to think that I would make a worthy servant. I am a klutz, and I would simply ruin plans instead of create them," I said, giving up.

"That can be mended, and I can help."

"That is something no one can save me from." He lifted my sword from my neck, and threw me back to the floor.

"If you will not be a servant to me, then perhaps you would become a bride."

"You are an evil undying vampire! Why would I consent to marry you?"

"I am lonely. Since Gabriel killed my three beautiful brides, I have been left alone."

"And you think that a clumsy half-breed makes perfect company?" I asked, standing to my feet. He nodded, and took my hand in his, and kissed it gently. His eyes seemed to have locked me in a trap, that I felt pity for. He reached one of his arms around my neck, and the other across the front of my waist. He bit the tip of my ear, but did not draw blood.

"I can take you to a world that you have never dreamt of in your short life, an ecstasy you have never before experienced. All it takes is just one yes and a vow to stay with me…" He whispered into my ear, and was about to bite me when I pulled away.

"If you want me, Count, then you have to find me and catch me!" I said backing away and starting to change into a werewolf. The wings sprouted, and I took off, through the tower, faster than the fastest falcon. Dracula wasn't too far behind…

Gulp…Did I know exactly what I was doing? Or was I asking for more pain and abuse?