In this one: Agatha 'finds' Dracula again and questions him.

5 word crack summary: Denial and really bad communication.

Agatha knew she would seek him out again. It wasn't a matter of if but of when. She also knew how disturbing and unnatural this was-To be obsessively thinking about a creature like him. Their shared connection was eating away at her, especially when she constantly felt so much of him reaching out to her. She believed Dracula had become intent on ruining her life, possessive over those he considered his brides, as she had discussed with Sister Florence.

She would question him. Find out why he had dared to go back to the convent, figure out if her theory of his weakness was correct. She worried her need to look for him again was only an excuse to give in to the instinctive need to keep him around, but she tried to disregard the idea.

She leaned against the wall beside her bed, closed her eyes and concentrated, giving in to their connection. And it was very easy that night to find him again, just like it was easy to find him last time he was otherwise, well, engaged.

When she opened her eyes again, Agatha looked down a hallway she had never been in before. This must be his home here in England, she thought. Curiosity—and the smell of blood—made her want to step inside his world and outside of hers. But she tried her best to stay in her own surroundings and keep up a wall of some sort.

The smell of blood was strong and she felt hungry. Agatha stepped closer to the darkness when she saw Dracula on the floor, his back to her as he fed off of the same woman she had seen him with recently.

The noises of his messy feeding disturbed her—the suckling and low growls as he feasted on the woman. Agatha felt fear as she saw the empty shell of what was once a soul lying there, knowing the Count was the cause of her death.

Agatha couldn't bring herself to look away from him as he fed; a terrible act she was in some way fascinated by. He moved like an animal, his back muscles flexing as he eagerly lapped up and suckled on whatever life was left on the poor woman.

A strange feeling came over her and Agatha felt her hunger becoming satisfied by the second. She had the horrible realization that this was benefitting her, his own feeding connected to her and sating her own hunger somehow. She pressed a hand to her stomach, sensing a fullness, and frowned, backing away.

She saw it when he became aware of her presence. Dracula pulled away from the woman's neck and raised his head to inhale sharply. He stood and turned to her abruptly-his chin and white shirt stained with the woman's blood. Agatha quickly took a few steps back, catching herself and holding on to the corner of her bedframe. She needed to stay in the safety of her own surroundings, still with her.

"Agatha-" He moved towards her in a quick urgency that took her aback.

"Stay back," she said, and he came to a halt.

Dracula noticed she was fully dressed in her convent's blue habits same as when he had first met her. He hadn't seen her like this in a while. The cross around her neck kept him at a safe distance in case he managed to get through to her somehow. But some invisible barrier was between them, separating them. She appeared to be in a room he didn't recognize, probably the place she was sharing with the Detective.

"Where are you?" he said weakly. "Where have you been?"

"That's of no concern to you."

He wiped the blood from his face on the arm of his shirt, streaks of the liquid grazing the side of his face.

"Look at the mess you've made," Agatha scoffed, her attention fixed on his latest feeding. "You're insatiable. Feeding off the same woman you were frolicking with only a few nights ago."

"She came back for seconds. How could I resist?"

"Yes, how could I forget? You have trouble resisting anything," she answered.

"Come here." he said suddenly.

The look on his face was strange, as was his tone and demeanor, and Agatha couldn't decipher it. Agatha was surprised at his demand and thought he must be insane if he believed she would oblige.

"I'm not going anywhere near you."

"Ah," he smiled. "I've learned something about you. You like to watch." He raised his eyebrows. "But not participate."

"Watch your tongue," she stated before the subject. "I want to know why you thought it wise to the convent when I specifically told you never to go back."

"I didn't harm any of them-"

"Not the point."

"I was looking for you."

"Why?" she asked, her tone serious as she tried to appear unaffected.

He hesitated before answering.

"You know why."

"Yes, I'm beginning to. You told me once you wanted to travel to England to, and I will quote you on this," she smirked, "eat some atheists, and yet you keep binging on the nuns. You seem almost intent on ruining my life…Whatever your twisted reasoning is, you aren't getting any more of them. They know about you now, and I left them prepared to kill you," she said harshly.

"This isn't about them," he said, raising his voice, obviously annoyed now.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"If you hadn't disappeared-after you tried to kill me, by the way-I wouldn't have needed to go over there, but you decided to stay away and run off with your little friend."

"Of course I did."

"Alright," he said raising his hands in surrender. "I just want to stop all this and-"

"And you'd like me to allow you to lurk around in my life? No more of that. Besides, I'm in much better company these days."

"Agatha, that's enough—" he rushed over so quickly she stepped back once more on instinct.

Dracula wasn't able to step much closer, however. It was the same feeling…barrier, as when he wasn't invited in somewhere. Agatha on the other hand was surprised. She wasn't expecting such a reaction from a simple statement, but she made sense of it quickly, her analytical mind connecting the dots.

"…Oh." She said, and he sensed some sort of realization from her. "My Sisters were right. There is something wrong with you. Aside from the obvious, of course. Yes…" she said, pausing to think over her conclusion. She remembered her discussion with Florence.

"It takes some sort of toll on you doesn't it? You are extremely possessive of your supposed 'brides.' That's why you are so upset at your inability to find me."

"You expect me to explain myself to you?" he said, not trying much to hide his agitation anymore.

"Does that make you feel something? Harboring control over your victims?"

"Come here and I'll show you how I feel."

She tilted her head and observed him.

"Why would I go anywhere near you?" It was strange being around him like this, his behavior more erratic than the usual. "You really do enjoy being invasive, don't you..."

"Oh, I haven't shown you invasive."

"No?"

"Contrary to what you may believe, it wasn't always in my control, these little meetings of ours…" he said defensively. "How do you think I got there in the first place? Sometimes you were practically calling to me. You let me in…In fact, I find it amusing that you have the nerve to call me invasive," he continued darkly, "When you're the one getting in my head when I'm trying to-."

"And how do you think I got there in the first place?" she interrupted, throwing his own words back at him. "You were practically calling to me. You let me in."

He was silent for a moment. It wasn't like he could argue against that, anyhow. And he hated, if at all, partly loved, how well she could argue. He licked his top lip and looked down at the vast space between them, which he was so tempted to close. He wanted so badly get through to her to pull up this skirt of hers, this fabric that represented her faith and devotion to God, and taste her, feel her-something. Maybe kill her. That would simplify the whole situation. But he didn't dare touch her—couldn't even if he tried. He felt his chest ache with the restraint of denying himself what he wanted.

In the quick second he looked over her he wondered if she was responsible for planting these seeds in his mind through their connection, or her newfound powers. And she had just said it: "You let me in."

"What are you doing?" he asked suddenly.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" she said. She couldn't mask her confusion, unsure how to deal with his erratic nature. His sudden statements and demands that seemed to make little sense.

"Why were there the other night? What are you trying to do to me?"

"I have been living my life, Count Dracula. That is all." she regarded him as informally as she could, her voice stern. "The other night, I was just practicing. It's been very exciting having your strengths. Your blood has given me so much more than I anticipated. Thank you for that. Maybe I can actually kill you next time, unless the Detective kills you first."

She saw his jaw clench and some unrecognizable fury mask his features.

"Maybe I'll kill you first," he said. "If I get my hands on you again-"

"Don't threaten me when I can bend you into compliance with a single drop of blood," she said harshly.

"If you're so confident you wouldn't be over there keeping a wall between us."

"Fine," she said, momentary recklessness taking her over. She was too confident in her own abilities by now, and did not like to be undermined, even by him. "Go ahead then. I'll let you entertain the notion."

"What are you saying?"

"You should be able to get through to me if you're so almighty and powerful. So go on and try. I don't even have weapons this time," she said. "I'll tell you what. If you are able to get to me right now, you can do whatever you want to me."

She knew she could fail, that this was a terrible idea, but she couldn't help wanting to see how it would play out. Would he be able to cross through? He was seemingly unable to without her complete willingness. Would he try to bite her again, drain her and kill her? She doubted he would, but she wondered if she could stop him if he tried.

The Count's eyes gleamed with anticipation, until his gaze ran to her chest, where her cross was, protecting her. Agatha looked down at it.

"Oh, that's what's stopping you?" She wrapped her fingers around the necklace and pulled it off her. Agatha looked at the symbol in her hand, as inspecting it for something she had missed. Ridiculing him in her own way of his fears and repulsions.

"I had almost forgotten how weak you are to such a thing…but I am going to making things easy for you."

She seemed relaxed enough, but her eyes were fixed on him, prepared for whatever came next. Though sometimes her confidence was misguided, she felt much too empowered and couldn't resist the chance of showing her own control, when he had so many times disturbed her in dreams and even reality. With a small smile she placed her rosary down on the bed beside her.

"Let's see you try," she said softly, for the first time in the night regarding him with something other than cold detachment. Her curiosity and testing of his strengths and weaknesses seemed to excite her.

Dracula gave her a small smirk and stayed in place, giving her time to take a few steps back. He observed her like prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and she felt she was doing the same. Trying to keep her attention on him lest she break her concentration.

He suddenly rushed to her, managing to get through past whatever barrier she had put up, proof of his own power. But when he reached her she was gone, and he was alone again in the darkness of his own hallway.