1Hey guys, sorry for the long wait, but volleyball is really taking up all my time. I'm seriously not going out for the team next year because it just takes away from my life and writing time. I hope you like the chapter!
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It was nearly midnight and my werewolves cried their cries as the full moon came into the view of the sky. The clouds parted and I paced the ceiling while my children were below on the ground listening to Coach Fox yell at Annabelle for working the girls to sickness. They may have been on the other side of the castle, but we could hear them perfectly. I smiled at how Anna always had some kind of retort to shoot back at the whore even before she could finish a sentence. She was witty and smart, my favorite combination.
"Half of the team passed out on your watch!" exclaimed Coach Fox.
"It just means that they're weak and are spending way to much time fucking their boyfriends," my Anna shot back. I closed my eyes as the bliss I was feeling. Hearing her voice holding so much command just made me as horny as ever. I wanted nothing more than to ram my cock into her and hear her moans calling to me. I hopped down from the ceiling and landed soundlessly next to Samantha who was dancing with Damon to the rhythm of Annabelle's screams. Vincent watched in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.
"We should take the blood out of her meals," offered my son as he watched his siblings dance. "The masquerade is in a few weeks and we need her to see reason of our ways. Van Helsing is hot on our trail, he's been getting a little too close to the castle's grounds." I nodded, seeing the reason of my son's suggestions. He was the strategist in my family, Damon was the one who new the most about attacking, and Samantha was a mixture of the two. Anna, I wouldn't know what she would be in the family apart from the mother figure. If she let her instincts take her over, she'd know that the bride always protected the children and mate.
Their screams had stopped, a silence going through the castle. I gestured for my children to follow me as I opened the ballroom door and walked out into the hallway. Dimitri was there, sleeping. I whistled and he stood up in attention. My family continued our walk down the hallway while Dimitri led the way. He was walking towards the main room at the front of the castle. Murmurs were heard and I looked at Damon in puzzlement. He shrugged, then found the source of the murmurs. The whole entire team was crowed around the door that led to the dining hall. "I've never heard Annabelle so mad before," said a brunette. "Well Fox attacked her family," offered Nicole. "If you knew Anna as well as I do you'd know not to attack her family like that." Britney then added, "She does deserve the yelling at, but I think Coach went too far."
"What's going on?" asked Vincent as he walked over to the door.
"Well, you know how Anna worked us to death," said Britney. "We all forgive her because we think she's under a ton of stress because of the fact that it's the anniversary of her parents death and we all kind of faked passing out to get out of workout. Coach said 'You along with your fucking parents should be locked in a mental hospital.' Coach doesn't know that her parents are dead and the fact that her mother did spend some time in a mental hospital. They stopped talking and we're trying to figure out what's going on in there."
"That bitch," breathed Samantha. I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her. I was boiling inside though. My stoic expression masked the one of fury that was just itching to come out. I held back a snarl. That whore attacked my Anna, my Anna! I suppressed a growl as I made my way to the front of the huddled girls. Nicole gave me a sad expression before stepping aside to let me through. I knocked three times, then opened the door. Fox was on one side of the room with a smug expression on her face while Anna was on the other with blank eyes. Fox looked at me with a smile.
"Oh hello Vladislaus," she nearly purred.
"Is there a problem?" I asked in the most calm of voices. Samantha walked over to Anna along with Vincent when Anna started radiating hate off of her. They soothed her quietly with calming gestures and sayings.
"Nothing at all. Just some matters Anna and I needed to discuss." She smiled towards me, making me nearly shiver. "Did you need something?"
"I just needed to talk to Anna for a few minutes," I glared as Fox pouted and started to leave the dining hall. When she closed the door, I looked over at Anna who was now seated in my chair that was at the head of the table with Samantha and Vincent on either side of her. I hesitantly made my way over to her. She didn't even meet my eyes when I kneeled next to her chair. She looked too deep in thought. "Annabelle," I said softly while running my hands through her hair. She shoved my touch away and got up from her seat.
"Samantha, Vince, Damon, please leave your dad and I alone for a few minutes," she murmured while walking over to the fireplace to keep warm. Her skin was paler now and dark circles were under her eyes. Samantha gave me one of the weirdest of looks before she left along with her brothers. It was silent in the dining hall, only the cracking of the fire was heard. She didn't looked at me for a long while. She just stared into the slowly dying embers as I stood next to my chair with a stiffness in my back. The silence made me uneasy. "The legends are true," she finally said. She turned her head to the side to look directly into my eyes. "You truly are a cold-hearted bastard who deserves to rot in the deepest levels of hell."
I stared at her for a few moments, not even breathing. "I figured it out Vlad," she continued with a dark chuckle. "You were never misunderstood, you were just a selfish bastard," she spat while disappearing out of sight. She reappeared on the chandelier above the table, upside down. Her arms were crossed and lips set in a pissed off line. I stood my ground though. "How could you?" she whispered darkly. "How could you change me into a fucking demon? A vampire?!"
So she had figured it out? I looked away from her, feeling something rise up in me. Fury? No, guilt. "I don't have an excuse for my actions my love."
"Don't call me that," she warned while jumping down from her spot and landing on the table soundlessly. "You have no heart, you feel no love."
"I do feel love," I growled while turning to her.
"You have an odd way of showing it!"
I growled again, Anna didn't even wince. She was fearless towards me. "I feel love Annabelle," I repeated. "The first day I set my eyes on you I could feel it. We belong together."
"No, you think we belong together."
"You do to!" I exclaimed. "What about the moments we shared when no one is looking? When we danced, laughed...kissed."
"For fun, a good laugh, and hormones." God, she was giving me every excuse in the book. I just wanted to shake her and tell her that she loved me and I her. I could feel that reluctancy to return my love for her in her voice and in her aura. "You ruined my life Vlad."
"How the hell did I ruin it?"
"You turned me into a monster!" she screamed at the top of lungs. I took a step back at the sight of her eyes that were an angry red and her fangs out. "How do you think it felt?!" she continued. "Finding out that you're a spawn of Satan? And you knew!" She accused me with a finger and tears in her eyes. "You knew..." she whispered. "I came to you too! Told you I was going insane from those damned heartbeats. And you did was give me a damn excuse saying that it wasn't time for me to know." She fell to the ground and started to sob in her hands. It pained me to see her cry like that. I took a step towards her and another. She didn't notice until I was kneeled down to her level and running my hands through her hair. Anna looked up at me like a lost child. She looked distraught as well. She looked at my hands, swatting them away before standing up. "So my father was telling the truth..." she trailed off in a light voice. She laughed, one that didn't match her voice. "Funny..." she giggled. "And to think I thought it was all just a myth." She continued to giggle for a long while as I just stood frozen in my place. "You know what he said about you?" I shook my head, afraid to know the answer. "He said," Anna giggled. "That the only reason that Dracula ever chose a bride was to either satisfy his needs or have his bride bear his children. So am I just your whore then? Is that why you turned me? Hmm?"
"Look...Annabelle that wasn't in any of my intentions. I turned you before I even got to know you." She snorted in response. "I would be lying if I didn't say it was a foolish decision. Samantha told me you were perfect for me and I let my groin lead in my actions. I'm sorry."
"Well sorry won't change me back to human will it?" she sneered as she turned away from me. She seemed to be staring out the window. Snow was falling down from the sky, almost dancing.
"Annabelle, how can I make this up to you?" I pleaded. I had never pleaded before in my life. "I..." I could say love. I just couldn't. It was too soon to. "I truly care about you," I decided to say. "I've never cared so much for a woman like I do to you," I confessed. She didn't turn around, she just continued to stare out the window. I took a step toward her. "Whenever I'm not around you I feel incomplete...Every damn time I see you smile I just want to run up and kiss you to an oblivion."
She remained silent for a long while. I couldn't take the silence. It was maddening! "Please say something my love," I pleaded in desperation.
She finally turned around, her eyes brimming with more tears. "How could I believe something so touching from the son of the devil?" she asked. That struck me like a sword piercing my immortal heart. "You could be lying and I wouldn't even know it," she said with nothing but honesty in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she left the dining hall. The main front room of the castle was empty. I followed her, almost on her heels.
"For what?" I asked.
Anna paused, turning her head slightly to where I could see her eyes looking at me with pure sadness. "I'm just...sorry." Then she disappeared out of my sight. It took me a few minutes of just standing there to comprehend what just happened. When I was back to reality, I took a look around. Damon was in front of me, almost shaking me with Samantha sobbing in Vincent's arms.
"Father!" exclaimed Damon as he shook me even more. I just stood there, now an empty shell without my Annabelle. "We have to find her," said Damon to his sister and brother. He looked distraught. "I'll take him upstairs and then we'll search the mountains." I could've sworn I saw Phoenix peering at me through a portrait with a snicker on his face.
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Dustin and I were combing through the forest trying to find any hidden passage ways towards the castle. So far our source was saying that Annabelle was showing lots of signs of distress. I couldn't blame her. It must've been a hard thing to go through the change. The church had never even thought about taking a vampire under their wing until they heard of the Dragomir case. Anna was lucky to have had a father who was so close to the church. Dustin stumbled on a fallen log and I rolled my eyes when he got up. He was as clumsy as his grandfather, but somehow twice as smart. It freaked me out sometimes.
"Do you think she is fully turned?" asked Dustin.
"No," I said while examining the broken branches from deep within the forest. Werewolves had to of made them. "She may have all the vampire powers, but she can't change into a full blown creature until she drinks Dracula's blood. He won't do that until the ball if he hasn't changed his ways. All she can do is disappear and reappeared in different places."
"Wouldn't that be more useful? That way she isn't noticed."
"No," I said again. "Vampires love to fly, it's a second instinct and it makes them less traceable to other vampires."
"Ah," was all Dustin said. It was silent from there on out. At least until we heard a snapping of something from a short distance. I looked at Dustin who took out his pure silver gun with silver bullets within it. I took out my holy water bullets and loaded my gun before walking towards the sound.
There was a clearing beyond the trees that I could see a figure pacing in through the trees. I slowly poked my head through, see a pale girl with red eyes walking around while kicking the ground. She cursed before falling to the ground and sobbing. Dustin gave me a look of sympathy, it was Annabelle. I nodded, stepping into the clearing with my gun to my side. She stopped crying, looking up at me with questioning eyes.
"Who are you?"
Well, you know the drill. Review. My volleyball season will soon be over and updates will mostly likely be coming very fast.
Missa.
