Chapter seven, by Mouse.
Dracula slept with a smile on his face, which was the first time since he was alive. Anna had let him last night. He had enjoyed every moment of it. But he enjoyed it more, because he could sense Anna was enjoying herself.
When he awoke he sensed Anna had been awake for about ten minutes, but hadn't moved from the coffin.
''Good evening my love.'' He whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her. She didn't stiffen or say anything, she faced the pillowed wall away from Count.
''Not talking to me? Or maybe it would be better to say screaming to me...'' He chuckled at his own joke. She didn't move. Her mind was elsewhere.
Dracula didn't like the silence. His other brides which were now thankfully gone, never dared to ignore him. But, on the other hand, she wasn't them.
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''Look, it wasn't meant to be buddy. Maybe you should be like me, love food and inventions.'' Cal suggested to Van Helsing. They were in a small wooden house which they now owned in Transylvania, though Carl put up quite a fight against it.
''Well I don't want to be like you Carl. There must be some sort of reason...maybe Dracula has bent her to his will....or something! I can not think!'' Van Hesling growled. Looking up to the castle through the small window, he kicked the stool before him and stormed off to his room. Carl looked down at his hot cross bun,
''Maybe we should have got him a bun as well. Always cheers me up'' He murmured to it, before stuffing it into his mouth.
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Anna stayed in Dracula's arms for what seemed like hours upon hours but was only an hour and a half, before getting up. Dracula seemed to think that she wanted him near her, since he wouldn't let go.
''I don't want such pretty item leaving my sight.'' He whispered to Anna. That did it,
''WHY? DO YOU THINK I SHALL GO RUNNING BACK TO VAN HELSING?'' She shouted at him,
''No. I know you won't. But he may come here. So if that happens, I will be here for him, so I can get rid of him.'' Dracula murmured into her ear, with that, she ran. She didn't know where to, but she ran. She ran from the castle, from the grounds, to the village. She didn't stop running, until she found a small house. She ran and banged on the door,
''Please, somebody, help me!'' She cried, she didn't know what she was scared of, but she had to get away, she couldn't wait any longer, she pushed the door open. She tripped and fell to the ground.
''Anna? Is that you? VAN! VAN! GET IN HERE!'' Carl. Footsteps. Arms. Soft bed. Voices. Darkness.
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She awoke, the next night. Van was at her side. She moaned and shielded her eyes from the candle light,
''Ugh, Van H-Helsing? Is it really you? He didn't kill you? He didn't find me?'' Anna managed to say. Why was she so dizzy? Why were her eyes hurting? Why hadn't Dracula came? Why was Carl saying something, in English, but nothing she could understand,
''What are you talking about? It's okay.'' Van was whispering. Darkness. Agruing. Lifted up. Coffin. Dead? No. Back with Dracula. Worse.
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Anna sat up straight. Out the coffin, staring straight into Dracula's eyes,
''Where's Van Helsing?'' Anna demanded.
''Are you feeling well?'' He changed the subject,
''WHERE IS HE?'' She shouted,
''Not dead. He looked after you. But if I catch him one more time near you, he is dead. Is that understood? And don't you go near him, don't go running to him, You put him in danger.'' His tone flat. She did not want any harm to come to him. Instead of arguing, she nodded.
Dracula slept with a smile on his face, which was the first time since he was alive. Anna had let him last night. He had enjoyed every moment of it. But he enjoyed it more, because he could sense Anna was enjoying herself.
When he awoke he sensed Anna had been awake for about ten minutes, but hadn't moved from the coffin.
''Good evening my love.'' He whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her. She didn't stiffen or say anything, she faced the pillowed wall away from Count.
''Not talking to me? Or maybe it would be better to say screaming to me...'' He chuckled at his own joke. She didn't move. Her mind was elsewhere.
Dracula didn't like the silence. His other brides which were now thankfully gone, never dared to ignore him. But, on the other hand, she wasn't them.
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''Look, it wasn't meant to be buddy. Maybe you should be like me, love food and inventions.'' Cal suggested to Van Helsing. They were in a small wooden house which they now owned in Transylvania, though Carl put up quite a fight against it.
''Well I don't want to be like you Carl. There must be some sort of reason...maybe Dracula has bent her to his will....or something! I can not think!'' Van Hesling growled. Looking up to the castle through the small window, he kicked the stool before him and stormed off to his room. Carl looked down at his hot cross bun,
''Maybe we should have got him a bun as well. Always cheers me up'' He murmured to it, before stuffing it into his mouth.
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Anna stayed in Dracula's arms for what seemed like hours upon hours but was only an hour and a half, before getting up. Dracula seemed to think that she wanted him near her, since he wouldn't let go.
''I don't want such pretty item leaving my sight.'' He whispered to Anna. That did it,
''WHY? DO YOU THINK I SHALL GO RUNNING BACK TO VAN HELSING?'' She shouted at him,
''No. I know you won't. But he may come here. So if that happens, I will be here for him, so I can get rid of him.'' Dracula murmured into her ear, with that, she ran. She didn't know where to, but she ran. She ran from the castle, from the grounds, to the village. She didn't stop running, until she found a small house. She ran and banged on the door,
''Please, somebody, help me!'' She cried, she didn't know what she was scared of, but she had to get away, she couldn't wait any longer, she pushed the door open. She tripped and fell to the ground.
''Anna? Is that you? VAN! VAN! GET IN HERE!'' Carl. Footsteps. Arms. Soft bed. Voices. Darkness.
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She awoke, the next night. Van was at her side. She moaned and shielded her eyes from the candle light,
''Ugh, Van H-Helsing? Is it really you? He didn't kill you? He didn't find me?'' Anna managed to say. Why was she so dizzy? Why were her eyes hurting? Why hadn't Dracula came? Why was Carl saying something, in English, but nothing she could understand,
''What are you talking about? It's okay.'' Van was whispering. Darkness. Agruing. Lifted up. Coffin. Dead? No. Back with Dracula. Worse.
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Anna sat up straight. Out the coffin, staring straight into Dracula's eyes,
''Where's Van Helsing?'' Anna demanded.
''Are you feeling well?'' He changed the subject,
''WHERE IS HE?'' She shouted,
''Not dead. He looked after you. But if I catch him one more time near you, he is dead. Is that understood? And don't you go near him, don't go running to him, You put him in danger.'' His tone flat. She did not want any harm to come to him. Instead of arguing, she nodded.