Well, Anna and Igor are alike in the fact that they both do things against their willish, and have to answer to someone higher, be it family or a psychotic bloodlusting vampire, and yeah!

'Yes master,' is what it felt like to Anna. She was always told, always, to sharpen the swords, or make sure they had enough gun powder out of storage just in case of an attack. It was always her job, never Velkan's. That's why, when her father left, she was slightly happy. She was mourning the fact that he was more than likely dead, but she was happy she no longer had to take orders. The same couldn't be said for someone on the other side.

'But master, we've tried so many times before, please listen to your brides,' Igor moaned from under the weight of the equiptment. He was saying this for two reasons, this was the fifth time for this experiment, and the second reason was because he was tired of hearing the hair-raising cries of Dracula's brides.

'Igor, we will try until we succeed, or we shall die trying,' his master replied distractedly. He was looking at the room the experiment was supposed to take place in, and he was content with it. He personally thought it had much room for improvement, but this would work for short notice.

'I feel it will be the later of the two,' Igor mumbled to himself, setting the equiptment up. He was wondering where the others had been when they started showing up in large groups, and he gladly let them take over. His taste in people had changed greatly. Only a year ago he was working for a genorous doctor, and now he was working for a blood thirsty vampire. He now wished that he had made a better decision.

Valerious Manor

'Velkan, you don't have to go to that castle, father told told us he would be at the sea,' Anna told her brother. He was preparing to leave to check out recent disturbances in Castle Frankenstein.

'Anna, I know, but the villagers want me to, so you stay here, and make sure our weapons are ready for the next time we need them,' he said, almost exactly like her father.

After he left, Anna replied with, 'Yes master,' her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her taste of her family had gone from her loving them, to her hating them in a matter of one year. She wished she wasn't the youngest, and she also wished that she could run her own life and make her own decisions.