A SECOND CHANCE CH.25
"Feelings and Home"
It was Saturday which meant that Anette had the day to herself. She walked through the forest, her forest, her enchanted forest as the breeze fluttered her hair as she ducked under tree branches and hopped over logs.
Little did the gypsy know that she had a stalker. The prince followed behind her silently on his black stallion as he plotted on how he would take her, take her away to be his..
"God what could she be to him? A mistress, a servant, a bride?" she asked herself aloud. "Why would he want her anyway?" she sighed plopping down underneath her oak tree. "Why would he want me? I'm just nothing.. Nothing special... Nothing important... Just a tool for free sex.." she sighed once more. "Hopefully he wouldn't cut me open like the other one.." Anette said remembering the idiotic mistress of the prince that got herself killed. "I wouldn't be that stupid to say that he got me pregnant.." Anette said. "Let the world see where I have been.." she imitated in a dark cold voice. Anette bursted into a fit of giggles. She always imagined the impaler prince to have a dark, cool, seductive voice. A voice that would make women's knees grow weak.. A voice that... that... seems so... familiar...
Anette couldn't place it. How did that voice seem so familiar? Why did it make her heart flutter and her knees grow weak whenever she imagined his voice? Why was it when she saw a picture of him she wanted to kiss those lips of his? Why was it when she read the battle manuscripts she wanted to stand up and say that they were wrong and that he fought nobly and wonderfully? Why did she have a passion to study him like mad? Why did she want to defend him whenever that dumb jock or prep said that he was a tyrant? Why did she act like she loved him? Anette blushed. "Maybe I do... love him.." she whispered.
Vlad opened the door to his castle.. his castle from over 300 years ago.. The Romanian government had recently handed over the property to him since he proved that he was a 'descendant' of the impaler prince. A raven swooped down and Vlad held out his arm to the bird. The raven perched on her master's arm. "Have you seen anything? Have you seen her?" he asked. The raven shook her head and cawed a reply. "You haven't seen her.." Vlad said his dead heart seeming to sink with disappointment. "I see.. Nice try Lenore.. Good girl.." he said giving the raven a pat on the head. Lenore cawed and let her master take her inside. Lenore flew up to the high ceiling and cawed down to her master. Vlad couldn't help but smile at his companion. Lenore was a helpful raven. Vlad had trained her to track, communicate, and to be a kind pet. Lenore swooped down and tried to snatch the hair tie out of her master's hair cawing the entire time. Vlad laughed. Lenore was a frisky raven. A sweet but frisky raven. Anette would have loved her... Vlad's dead heart was pained a little at the thought. Lenore sensed her master's pain. It was for the beautiful lady that was dead.. Dead for hundreds of years.. Lenore flew over to a portrait that needed dusting. It was of Vlad and a beautiful woman standing by his side.. She had long slightly wavy black hair, beautiful fair skin, and hypnotic aqua blue eyes.. It was Anette... He remembered standing with her motionlessly still for hours as it was painted. His arm was sore from having to hold Anette close to him but yet he loved it.. He loved being so close to her for so many hours.. Touching her waist for so long.. He chuckled. She had the most beautiful and perfect waist he had ever seen.
Lenore cawed at her master. Vlad was broken out of his train of thought and looked up at her. Lenore cawed in a guard dog type manner. Someone was near the castle. "So this is the castle?" Emily asked Anette. "Yep. It's beautiful isn't it?" she said. "It looks like it was rebuilt.." Catherine said. "It was.. Just a few years ago." Anette explained. "It also looks abandoned.." Jescee added. "No.. It was just handed over to a descendant of the prince." Anette said her eyebrows seeming to furrow at her words. "What's your problem?" Katie asked. "Nothing.. It's just that I thought that the Dracula name had died out several hundred years ago." Anette said. "That would make sense but you know some names survive." Emily said. "I guess so.. But it's odd.. None of us have ever heard of a descendant. He just came here.." Anette said suspicious. "Maybe he's a vampire!" Katie said cheerfully. "A hot one!" Makayla said her eyes showing eagerness. "DON'T THINK LIKE THAT." Jescee scolded. Katie and Makayla instantly lowered their eyes in shame. Anette laughed. "Come on let's go back to town.. Before the 'vampire' sees us." Anette said leaving the gate with her friends in tow. Vlad looked out after them. He saw a girl with long wavy hair..
TO BE CONTINUED.