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Mr. Dragulia was giving us the grand tour of the castle. I could seriously say that I needed a map. This place was huge! I thought it was big from the outside, but it seemed to extend into a never ending castle. We were currently in one of the ballrooms that had balconies up high to look over things. It must've been where important people back in the day hung out during balls. The ceiling reminded me of a darker version of Harry Potter though. It was painted as a dark sky with demonic creatures on it. Some were winged and pale while others were furry. It kind of looked like a war and the winged ones were winning. There was a red sheet draped over something. I looked over at Vlad who was busy telling everyone how to get in and out of the ballroom. I was half listening as I walked over to the drape and peered behind it. It was a huge mirror, but why was it covered? I replaced the drape and nearly jumped when I saw Damon at my side.
"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that," he warned. "My father kind of hates mirrors." He put his hand on the middle of my back and guided me out of the ballroom with the others. His hand was really cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I met his ice blue eyes that had a mischievous looked within them. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but looked at his rather sharp canines. My eyes widened when his mouth went back into a frown. He looked over at his father who was looking at him with a warning glare before leading us to the ballroom that had the volleyball courts set up. It was big enough to hold seven. I was in heaven. There was even a huge crate of volleyballs for us to use. Damon chuckled at me before getting a volleyball and tossing it to me. By reflex I set the ball perfectly towards him. He bumped it back to me. I spiked it down at him and he missed. "That was not fair," he grunted as he got up from the floor.
"All is fair in volleyball Damon," I smirked as I looked around. Some of the girls were playing while the coaches talked to Vlad. Vincent was watching from one of the balconies above along with Samantha. I turned to Damon to find that he wasn't there. I looked around, finding him in the same balcony as his siblings. That made me drop the volleyball that was in my hand and stare at them. I could've sworn I saw Damon wink at me as he started a conversation with his brother. I shook my head and blinked a little. How did Damon get there so fast? I was only staring there for about a few seconds. I looked around for any secret passages in the room and found none. What was going on with me? I went over to a wall and sat down. It was probably almost five in the a.m. I was starting to feel really, really tired for some reason. By the looks of the team, so were they. They had immediately stopped playing and we all looked over to Mr. Dragulia.
"I'm sure all of your need your sleep. If you don't mind, I'd like you guys to covert to night hours which I'm sure won't be hard," he smiled. "It works better with my schedule." He had an amused look in his eyes that gave me the feeling he wasn't telling us the whole story. I got up from my spot on the floor and followed the group to the front of the castle. Once there, I trudged slowly up the stairs and turned right while the others turned left. Dimitri appeared by my side as I walked, I was too tired to even care how he got there. He gave a small sigh as we walked into my room. I looked down the hallway before I did and saw Vlad making his way in the same direction. I suddenly got a shiver down my spine as I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. My room looked kind of scary with me being alone and all. Dimitri walked over to the dog bed in the corner and sat down to sleep. I walked into the closet, quickly changing into a pale blue tank top and really short black shorts. I crawled under my covers. I fell asleep right when my head hit my pillow.
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The sun was almost rising as I walked into Annabelle's room. Dimitri looked up at me before falling right back asleep. I quietly appeared on Annabelle's bed to see her sleeping soundly. Her hair fanned out onto her pillow while a peaceful smiled was spread across her lips. I brushed a piece of hair out of her face, being careful not to have my icy touch on her warm skin. She smelt so good and the way her chest raised when she breathed was a beautiful sight. I could hear her steady heartbeat, swaying to its beat. She would be a beautiful bride for me to have. Even my children were warming up to her at she hadn't even been here a full day.
Her face scrunched up at bit, before relaxing again. I narrowed my eyes at her. Was she having a bad dream? Well, it wasn't surprising with all her friends talking about myths. Well reality to me at least.
"Annabelle," I whispered with a seductive edge to it. Her eyes shot open as she sat up, looking at me it a dazed look. I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning in and kissing the nape of her neck. She gave a small moan, making me smile against her skin. I raked my rough tongue against her perfect skin before my canines started to enlarge. My vision turned to one of a vampire where I could see all her veins that were beneath her skin. A soft growl came from within my chest before I widened my mouth and bit down hard on her neck. She gasped quietly, before going limp in my arms. The blood that erupted into my mouth was sweet and pure. It made me miss my old days where I could live off of virgin blood. It was the best to drink after all. Her change would be slow, about two months at the least. That gave me a third month to have her feed off of her friends. She'll probably have bloodlust sometime soon. And I'll be there to help her through it. I know Lucifer would be proud. Now, I'd get to toy with her mind just a little bit before getting her to fall in love with me.
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I woke up from a dreamless slumber. Outside, I saw the moon high in the sky and the sounds of crickets came to my ears. It was a peaceful sound that came with my peaceful mood. I slowly got up from my bed and walked out onto the balcony. It was a little chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle. I was overlooking a huge courtyard that kind of looked like a forest. I could see the other part of the castle from where I stood. It raised high in the air like my part did, only vines from the courtyard climbed up it. There was a fog on the ground that seemed to glow for some reason. I looked over at the other balconies, seeing that I wasn't alone. Damon was watching me from across the way. Vlad was right next to him with Vincent on Vlad's right. Vlad was in the middle of his sons, their gazes ever so eerie. The three made me feel very uncomfortable with their watchful stares.
"Boo!" laughed a voice from behind me. I jumped, turning around to see the most horrifying creature I've ever seen. It was sickly pale with wings that span to ten feet. There was an aura around it that made me squirm. I slowly made my way over to the other side of the balcony. It followed me every step of the way. That's when I realized that it was Samantha's face on the creature. "Is little, virgin Annabelle scared?" I couldn't muster any words to escape my mouth. This only made Samantha land only a foot away from me. She turned back to her human self. She wore a light blue dress with long sleeves on it that I could've sworn the wings that turned into. "Don't worry mother," she smiled while showing off her canines. "I promise you'll have no fear of us." She leaned in and kissed me forehead before disappearing out of sight.
I woke up, cold sweat drenching my skin. My breathing was ragged and my heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest. What the hell was wrong with me? I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm my breathing. I slowly peeled off my drenched sheet, getting up from my bed. The clock read: 7:35 p.m. God, I had slept all day. I looked out my window to see the moon rising in the sky. It reminded me of that dream and made me shiver. I walked over to my bathroom, immediately turning on the hot water for a bath. My whole entire body was sore for some reason. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking to see if I had gotten any bruises. None. Then why the heck was I so sore. It felt like my muscles were on fire or something.
Then I noticed something I hadn't before. There was dried blood on my neck. I put my hair up, giving it a better look. There was a crescent looking scar with two puncture wounds on identical sides. I took a wash cloth, damping it, and wiping off my neck. Yeah, it was a scar, but how did I get it. I don't remember anyone putting that kind of wound on my neck in the past. Wait, it looked like a fresh scar… "Weird," I whispered before undressing myself and hopping into the now filled tub. There was a jasmine kind of bath oil there, so I put it in since I like the smell. It was almost therapeutic.
My thoughts went back to that dream. Why did Samantha call me mother? Why was she that winged creature? I shivered at the thought. I had never had nightmares, even after my parents' death. All of my dreams were of good things and good people, not nightmarish creatures that belonged in folklore. I scrubbed at my body, feeling disgusted of dreaming such demented things. It kind of scared me too. I put my hand to my scar. Did something happen to me when I was sleeping? No, I was just being paranoid. That scar was probably from a sports injuring a long time ago. That's all…
I got out of the tub, putting a towel around my body and draining the water from the tub. I walked out of the bathroom and nearly jumped. Samantha was sitting on a chair near the fireplace. She looked up and smiled. I had suppressed a scream.
"Did I scare you Anna?" she asked with concern.
"No," I breathed. "Um…what brings you here?"
"My father wants to speak with you after you get all ready for the day. He'll be in his study." She stood up and left without another word. I stood there for a few seconds before going into my closet and dressing in a pair of jeans that had holes on the upper thighs, a white tank top, a black Hollister jacket over it, and a pair of my slip on shoes. I took out my cross I had packed and put it on. I felt safer with it on. My hair was put up in a loose bun on the top of my head with a white bow over the tie. I took a deep breath before walking out of my room and into the hallway. Dimitri walked to my side before I closed the door and we both sauntered to Vlad's study. I knocked lightly, hearing a "Come in," from behind it. I opened the door wide enough for me and Dimitri to fit in and then closed the door behind us. The dog walked over to his master who was looking over some papers. He looked up at me, smiling.
"Annabelle, please sit," he gestured towards the chair in front of his desk. I slowly walked to the chair, sitting in it while his eyes studied me. I could tell he was starring at my cross, or the cleavage that was showing right under it…or both. "Vincent told me that you felt guilty about having that room?"
"Kind of…" I said while looking down at my lap. "It's an extravagant room and all, it's just that everyone else's is, like, a fourth of my room's size. I guess I'm scared they'll be jealous of me."
"Anna, they're going to be jealous of your either way."
"Really?"
He nodded, getting up and walked around to the other side of the desk in front of me. He leaned against it, looking at me with a small smile. "I've seen they way those girl's look at you with those envious glares of theirs. You might be the nicest person they've ever met, but they're still jealous of you. You're beautiful, intelligent, you still have your innocence, you're nice, and motherly to those girls. Those are things those particular girls want, and they know they can never amount to how much you have of all of those attributes."
"Wait…how did you know I still had my innocence?" I asked.
He chuckled. "It's amazing what girls talk about when they think no one is listening."
"What did they say?"
"They wished they made the choices you did. They wished that 'that night' never happened to them. Most of those girls were waiting until marriage."
I smiled sadly. "I didn't think I had the effect on them."
"You'd be surprised…So will you please accept that room as yours? It would mean the world to my family. No one has ever slept in there in so many years…"
"Okay," I said in a soft voice. I guess it did mean a lot to him since he smiled in relief.
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I sat at the head of the table as the rest of those teenagers filed into the dining room for breakfast. Lawrence, my head servant, set out the last of the plates and disappeared inside the busy kitchen as everyone dug into the meal. Vincent sat to my left, while Samantha sat to my right. Damon sat next to her and across from him sat Annabelle. She was eating oatmeal while Nick kept on dipping his spoon in there and taking bites for himself. I held back a hiss as I drank my blood that the humans thought was wine. Coach Fox kept on sneaking glances at me and that pissed me off. Vincent noticed, but didn't say anything.
"Nick," giggled Annabelle as he took another bite of her oatmeal. "If you want some then get it yourself." Her smile calmed my anger for Coach Fox immediately. I shook my head a bit, how could she calm me with a smile. I drank more of my blood, trying to just concentrate of the two's concentration.
"It's more fun when I take it from you though," smiled Nick. I wanted nothing more than to wring his neck, or maybe I could feed him to my werewolf. That would be a good sight to see. "You can have a bite of my pancakes." She opened her mouth and he put a small square into her mouth. She chewed it with a smile before looking over at Britney who was doing her best to flirt with Damon. My son looked rather annoyed.
"Hey Britney, did you hear what happened to Natalie right after we left school?" asked Annabelle with a wink towards Damon. I chuckled at Damon's sigh of relief.
"No, what happened?"
"She went to Jason's house…Jason's parents were away on vacation and they were alone…" Britney's eyes widened as she took out her cell phone and started texting. "That should keep for busy for a few hours," she whispered to Nick who held back a laugh.
"Is that even true?" he asked.
"No," she said with a laugh. "Natalie is going to be pissed."
"So Mr. Dragulia," began Miss. Fox. "Is it really true that people around here believe in vampires and werewolves?"
"Most people at least," I answered.
"You mean people believe in the infamous bloodsucking Dracula?" asked one of the blondes of the group. Some of the girl's giggled. I noticed that Annabelle remained silent. She must've bee revisiting that nightmare the kids and I sent to her when she was asleep.
I nodded. "People fear our family because of it. That's why that man driving your bus wouldn't come near the gate." Well, they did fear us after all. And most people thought we were vampires, which was true. We still terrify some of the villages around the area.
"I think that's because Dracula was a psychopath," said Nick. "I mean giving his soul to the devil over some whore." I nearly broke the glass that was in my hand if it wasn't for Annabelle.
"I think people just misunderstand his actions," she said while taking a drink of orange juice. Everyone waited for her to continue. "Elizabeth was the love of his life you guys and when she died he thought that God had wronged him. So he pledged his allegiance to the devil as a sort of act of revenge. The devil gave him immortality, but the only way to sustain it was to drink human blood. That's basically how his history goes. He didn't do it for fun; he did it out of love." I smirked. She hit it right on the dot. She was smarter than I had thought, but what she didn't know was that Elizabeth killed herself because she was insane.
"Since when did you become keeper of Dracula's history?" asked Mrs. Shylon with a laugh.
"My father was a historian and he loved the Dracula folklore. I swear I think he believed in the whole mythological stuff."
"Your dad was weird though," said Britney. "And your mom."
"My mother was bipolar remember?"
"Oh yeah…" She went back to texting after that. Everyone went about their conversations after that, but I kept watch over Annabelle. She sipped her drink quietly while watching Britney text with annoyance in her eyes. That vampiric aggressiveness was starting to kick in. That was the first sign…
Evil Dracula! So, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I only got 2 reviews last chapter! Please review! I would really like it and possibly have the next chapter out by Sunday!
Missa.
