Thank You for Your Reviews! BTW, the story is set around the same time as
the Movie. It's probably my take on the movie. Anyway, Dracula and
Cassandra's relationship are basically platonic-for now at least.
2 Months Later...
By 9am, I was up. Not feeling hungry, I went to the library. It was too hot to go riding, nor was it a good time to try fencing, since no one could fence with me.The choice of books there was endless. I must have died and gone to Heaven's library. Taking a few moldy-paged books, I sat down and read. There were a few disturbing pictures though. Sickened I put them back and found-a William Blake book. As I pored over it, I felt a tinge of fear: One line had read, "One who restrains desires, it is only because their desires are too weak to be restrain." It felt ominous. A few servants had kindly prepared a meal for me. So I stopped for lunch-only to return to the books. As evening fell, I decided to close the windows as I felt a draft. As my fingers wrapped around the window, I looked out-and almost screamed aloud at what I saw.
I saw a winged monster fly through the air-and morph into.... Count Dracula! Then, he calmly WALKED up the wall. I silently left the windows and the library. Closing the door of my room, I fell to my knees-praying all I saw was a bad dream or a hallucination. The knocking of the door jolts me out of my reverie.
Dracula's POV:
That girl is quite unusual indeed. She has shoulder-length hair, yet clipped to resemble a beautiful young man. She wears pants and blouses. She enjoys the noble art of fencing-and HATES dancing. That girl is probably hiding in her room after catching sight of me: I could already smell her shock and fear and listen to her beating heart, which beat with the intensity of a fast-paced Fandango. I send Igor to get her. I cannot trust my brides to do that. It would be like sending three lionesses to fetch a little lamb.
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Igor came with a black dress in his arms. He said the Master requested I wore this. I told him I could hardly wear a corset. I HATED corsets.
"Let me help then,"
A familiar voice replied. Igor retreated at once.
I felt so very embarrased. But I quietly let him tighten my corset.
"It's all in the rage in England."
He said calmly. Well, HE wasn't the one wearing the corset.
"Well, women in England must have learnt NOT to breathe."
As he tightened it a little more, I bit on my tongue as I silently muttered unladylike curses. Removing my jacket, I asked him to give me a minute or two. He left then. I looked at the dress. It was lovely. Made of taffeta, it had ruffles and tapered sleeves. I put my cross on after putting on my dress before leaving with Dracula.
"Where are we going, my Lord?"
"The opera."
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Diary Of Karen Mouskeri:
3th August 1888
5pm:
I have just received a letter from Count Dracula. All is well there, according to the letter. My child is a Language person and a good student. Her interests are her forte: The Arts, for example. My husband Michael is still a little upset over allowing Cassandra to leave for Castle Dracula. I tell him to catch himself on. She is in good hands. And at least her letters back home sound happier than usual. And I have just sent a letter to Castle Dracula, asking if we could see her. It will be a week before I get a reply.
9.30pm:I am sleepless. Nightmares of fanged demons, wolves and a cruel yet seductive laugh haunt me still. Michael is not well and has to rest for two weeks, so I shall visit Cassandra myself.
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The opera was somewhat tragic. Then again, it WAS King Lear. I was in my room –still clothed in my gown-quietly praying when Dracula entered.
"Pardon my intrusion, "
he laughed pleasantly.
"Mind if I have a word?"
I agreed.
He sat down on a chair.
"You are really talented, child."
"Thank you,"
I stammer. I never expected this.
"Do you wish to stay here-
"Of course-
"Forever?"
"What?"
"You've been like a true companion to me-for that I give you-this..."
With that, he grabbed my neck and (was that FANGS in his mouth?!!) bit down hard on it. I squirmed-and cried, but it was all in vain.
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Dracula's POV:
After I nearly drained her dry, I stopped. Then, in a manner reminscent of Michealango's Pieta, I carried her in my arms and placed her in my lap. I cut a vein in my throat and press her weak mouth to it. She suckles like a hungry infant. I put her down on the bed and watch her until she rouses.
2 Months Later...
By 9am, I was up. Not feeling hungry, I went to the library. It was too hot to go riding, nor was it a good time to try fencing, since no one could fence with me.The choice of books there was endless. I must have died and gone to Heaven's library. Taking a few moldy-paged books, I sat down and read. There were a few disturbing pictures though. Sickened I put them back and found-a William Blake book. As I pored over it, I felt a tinge of fear: One line had read, "One who restrains desires, it is only because their desires are too weak to be restrain." It felt ominous. A few servants had kindly prepared a meal for me. So I stopped for lunch-only to return to the books. As evening fell, I decided to close the windows as I felt a draft. As my fingers wrapped around the window, I looked out-and almost screamed aloud at what I saw.
I saw a winged monster fly through the air-and morph into.... Count Dracula! Then, he calmly WALKED up the wall. I silently left the windows and the library. Closing the door of my room, I fell to my knees-praying all I saw was a bad dream or a hallucination. The knocking of the door jolts me out of my reverie.
Dracula's POV:
That girl is quite unusual indeed. She has shoulder-length hair, yet clipped to resemble a beautiful young man. She wears pants and blouses. She enjoys the noble art of fencing-and HATES dancing. That girl is probably hiding in her room after catching sight of me: I could already smell her shock and fear and listen to her beating heart, which beat with the intensity of a fast-paced Fandango. I send Igor to get her. I cannot trust my brides to do that. It would be like sending three lionesses to fetch a little lamb.
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Igor came with a black dress in his arms. He said the Master requested I wore this. I told him I could hardly wear a corset. I HATED corsets.
"Let me help then,"
A familiar voice replied. Igor retreated at once.
I felt so very embarrased. But I quietly let him tighten my corset.
"It's all in the rage in England."
He said calmly. Well, HE wasn't the one wearing the corset.
"Well, women in England must have learnt NOT to breathe."
As he tightened it a little more, I bit on my tongue as I silently muttered unladylike curses. Removing my jacket, I asked him to give me a minute or two. He left then. I looked at the dress. It was lovely. Made of taffeta, it had ruffles and tapered sleeves. I put my cross on after putting on my dress before leaving with Dracula.
"Where are we going, my Lord?"
"The opera."
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Diary Of Karen Mouskeri:
3th August 1888
5pm:
I have just received a letter from Count Dracula. All is well there, according to the letter. My child is a Language person and a good student. Her interests are her forte: The Arts, for example. My husband Michael is still a little upset over allowing Cassandra to leave for Castle Dracula. I tell him to catch himself on. She is in good hands. And at least her letters back home sound happier than usual. And I have just sent a letter to Castle Dracula, asking if we could see her. It will be a week before I get a reply.
9.30pm:I am sleepless. Nightmares of fanged demons, wolves and a cruel yet seductive laugh haunt me still. Michael is not well and has to rest for two weeks, so I shall visit Cassandra myself.
8888888888888888888888888
The opera was somewhat tragic. Then again, it WAS King Lear. I was in my room –still clothed in my gown-quietly praying when Dracula entered.
"Pardon my intrusion, "
he laughed pleasantly.
"Mind if I have a word?"
I agreed.
He sat down on a chair.
"You are really talented, child."
"Thank you,"
I stammer. I never expected this.
"Do you wish to stay here-
"Of course-
"Forever?"
"What?"
"You've been like a true companion to me-for that I give you-this..."
With that, he grabbed my neck and (was that FANGS in his mouth?!!) bit down hard on it. I squirmed-and cried, but it was all in vain.
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Dracula's POV:
After I nearly drained her dry, I stopped. Then, in a manner reminscent of Michealango's Pieta, I carried her in my arms and placed her in my lap. I cut a vein in my throat and press her weak mouth to it. She suckles like a hungry infant. I put her down on the bed and watch her until she rouses.