A/N: this chapter focuses on Lesdause and his brides.
It was a rather quiet night at Castle Dracula, except for the screams of the Brides of Lesdause as he tried to tell them that their beloved Mariden had turned against them and must now be destroyed.
"But Master!!" Alacle cried, "Mariden would never... she was your favorite..." By the time Alacle finished, Josicin had already come up with a plan to get Mariden back.
"Master," Josicin said slowly, "What if we could bring her back and- and we could, well... actually you would have to and-"
"Just Say it!!!" yelled Lesdause.
"Well... Dracula had put Princess Anna Valerous in a sort of trance, and I was just wondering if you could do the same...?" She said nervously. Her master nodded and understood what she had in mind.
"And?" asked Alacle. Josicin laughed.
"There is no and, Alacle. If we can get Mari back, then Master can put her in the trance!!! Do you understand now?"
Alacle was always the slowest of the three Brides, having to have everything explained to her like a small child. Alacle was the most beautiful, with perfect blonde hair and hazel eyes. Joscin was the smart one. She had been a Bride longer than the others and had known Lesdause longer. She always had a plan and was always ready. Mariden had been the average one. Smart enough to have written a book, but not very understanding. She had had a very rough childhood and was, as she called it, saved the day she had been turned.
"Yes, Josicin," he said, stroking her face with his hand, "I like your idea. You and Alacle will fly tonight and bring back Mariden to me." He watched as both his brides took Vampire form and flew off to get his most loved one back.