-1Sorry this chapter is not very long but oh well! Review but no flames!
Watching
High above the lobby floor of Castle Frankenstein, Count Vladislaus Dracula lay back on a great oaken beam, staring at the dark ceiling and occasionally taking a sip from a great goblet filled with a dark red liquid. Blood. Cold blood to be precise. He would have rather had some fresh blood but there was no point in hunting at this hour when there was a large storm brewing overhead. Everybody would be indoors.
It was 6 years since he had come back and he had found that his life was empty, even though he had his daughter. Well she wasn't his daughter, she was a part of him, but it was the closest thing he would ever have to a daughter. He had had to pay the price for her. The scar where his blood had been drawn from, was still there on his wrist, razor thin and white. He rubbed it slowly, it stung, still as painful as the day it was made.
Suddenly his flow of thoughts was interrupted by a small thump, barely detectable to the human ear, but one that he could hear clearly above the thunder outside. It was quite a large noise for the silence of his home. He sat up quickly and listened. The thump was followed by another thump, slightly louder this time, and accompanied by a heartbeat. He grinned slightly and waited.
About 30 seconds later, the doors opened and a young girl stepped into the lobby. Dracula looked at her in interest as she undid her pale blue cloak. She had golden brown hair, and large baby blue eyes which glowed softly in the dim light. She was dressed in white silk dress with a blue corset around her slender waist. A small gold bracelet hung around her right wrist and there was a matching one around her left ankle. She was barefoot, he noted.
Raising a finger lazily he flicked it causing the doors which she had just come through to slam shut. He did not want this girl going anywhere just yet. He watched the girl scream and chuckled slightly to himself as she blushed. This girl was around 15 years old and he had never seen such a beautiful girl in all of his long life. Indeed her beauty surpassed the beauty of all his brides together.
But for all her beauty, the fear still showed through on her face. She clearly did not want to be in his castle. She slowly revolved slowly on the spot looking up at the roof. From the shadows Dracula could see her beautiful face, her soft lips her soft eyes, her silky hair. Within him he felt a deep longing and he knew that he would make this girl his.