Annabel

I woke up slowly, Dracula was sitting in the chair, his form fuzzy looking, I smiled at him as my vision sharpened, he got up and knelt in front of me tucking a strand hair behind my ear. He returned my smile gently, "Are you well rested?" He asked. I nodded, he smiled wider, it made me happy, he caressed my cheek gently. I got up off the couch and felt a lurching in my stomach, I sat back down, "Whoa, that doesn't feel good." Dracula looked at me worried, "What is it?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"I guess its nothing, I'm just feeling a little nauseated, I'll be fine, will you get me a glass of ice water, it helps." I said, looking at him, he nodded quickly got up and disappeared into the kitchen, I heard ice falling into a glass and then the water running and filling up a glass. Dracula reappeared with the glass, handing it to me lovingly.

"Thank you." I said taking the glass from him, our hands touching. I brought the glass to my lips and sipped the water shyly, calming my stomach.

"You don't have a fever do you?" He asked, placing his cool hand on my forehead and cheeks, looked at him.

"No, that's odd." He muttered, "Maybe its me." He said.

"How could be you?" I asked confused.

"I'm not too sensitive to heat, nor am I to cold but still, I'll go get a thermometer." He said, walking away returning after a few minutes with a thermometer. He pressed it to my forehead and pressed a button it was silent for a few seconds then beeped. Dracula looked at it with a distressed look on his face

"Well am I sick?" I asked, looking at Dracula.

"No you're not sick, maybe its because you haven't eaten today, come on, I'll make you something." He took my arm and pulled me up gently.

"You can cook?" I asked.

"I've had only 2000 years of experience." He said sarcastically, I smiled gently and allowed Dracula to pull me to the kitchen and sit me at the island, he fussed with this and that...

"So you've been alive since biblical times?" I asked, curious, I saw Dracula stiffen. But then he relaxed, "Yes, Annabel I was, but technically speaking I'm not alive, I'm a vampire."

Sometimes I really forgot that factor, he was just so gentle and beautiful, I've always imagined vampires with rows if bloodied fangs, blood dripping from there lips. Wild untamed hair, red eyes, Dracula had slightly messy hair, regular teeth, most of the time, and emerald eyes, again, most of the time. Dracula was a neat vampire, despite that one time when he came home there was blood streaming down his chin.

"Where were you when the Renaissance was happening?" I asked.

"I was generally in places where there was a large mass of people, so no one would notice a few people lying dead on the street. So Italy or other places like that." He said.

"So you've been all over the world?"

"Yes, I have. I liked Asia very much, it was peaceful when I was there, but it was where I was mostly hungry, they notice EVERYTHING in Asia." He said.

"I had to feed on animals." He shuddered. I smirked, "Aww, poor Dracula." I said sarcastically.

"It was awful, ever wondered why vampires feed on humans and NOT animals, its because animals taste horrible, have you ever had a bar of soap in your mouth?" I shuddered. "Yes."

"Its several thousand times worse than that." He told me.

"That's impossible."

"Well you've never drank animal blood." He said.

"Obviously." I replied.

"Point taken." He said, laughing.

"I can't believe we're having this conversation." I said. Dracula laughed, I joined him. Dracula walked to a cupboard and pulled out a few spices.

"Where else have you been?" I asked.

"I've been to so many places I can't even tell you." He said simply. Then another good question came to mind.

"How come every time I mention something about that's related to religion, you stiffen up?" He didn't reply at first, "Dracula?" I asked quietly, I heard a loud sizzle and Dracula jumped back, crying out in pain, clutching his hand.

"Dracula!" I jumped off the stool and to his aide. "Are you okay?" He looked at me.

"I'll be fine, I just burned my hand a little." I took his hand and studied it.

A little, what is his a lot, his skin burned off and bone is showing through!

The base of his thumb and part of his wrist was bubbling. I snorted and pulled him to the sink, running cold water over his hand, he hissed in pain at first but then the chilled water soothed the burn.

"This is my fault, I'm sorry, Dracula." I told him.

"No, no, its okay, I was the one who let my mind wonder and my guard down." He replied. I wasn't going to argue with him about it.

"I'm still going to tell you, you need to know." He told me, turning off the water with his good hand.

He guided me to the kitchen table and sat me down, along with himself. He sighed.

"My name is Judas Iscariot, if you're religious and you are Christian, you'll know why, I don't like talking about it." He said looking down, I nearly fell over, this was Judas, the disciple that sold Jesus out, what should I do, should I shun Dracula, or keep loving him, before I knew who he was, this was now an internal war.