Ena sat in a bleak silence. Suddenly she jumped up and kicked her chair screaming. Abraham looked dumbfounded at the raging girl; he had known her all his life he could remember, and he could never recall a time she had acted like this. Soon the chair lay in ruins and Ena was breathing hard. With a sweeping furious glance to the three others, she bolted out the door. Abraham was about to rush after her, when to his surprise Anna stepped forward.
"No, Van Helsing. Let me." Abraham paused, clenching and unclenching his jaw. Finally he sighed.
"She will be running up, probably to a tower, that's where she always goes." And with that Anna jogged out of the room, following the pounding footsteps of Ena.
Ena ran like she never knew she could. She didn't know where she was going but she just knew it was up. Images of Dracula danced in front of her eyes. That evil couldn't be her only blood left. She wouldn't let it be, it couldn't be! Stairs fell away as she sprinted up the winding halls. Tears hovered under her eyelids, but she was too angry to cry, to shocked, to hurt to cry. Suddenly she slipped and fell hard on the stony floors. She picked herself up and kept running, ignorant of the pain. She finally burst through a sold, rotting door, nearly shoving it off its hinges. Dust flew as the door swung violently, smacking the wall. The shutters were closed, but the stray rays of light identified boxes, trunks and crates covered in blankets. She saw she was at the top of the Manor, in a tower. Old habits never die. Suddenly her rage was too great for a mortal to hold, and with an outraged bellow, she began to kick anything in sight. Boxes toppled and she was sure she heard glass shatter, but she did not care. When she was done, she paced ceaselessly about the room.
"I'm glad we stored nothing of great value here." Said a soft voice from the doorway. Ena whirled around to see Anna leaning against the doorway.
"What do you want? Leave me alone." Ena snarled, and continued to pace. Anna raised a critical eyebrow.
"So you can move on to another tower once you have destroyed everything here? Unlikely." Ena swiftly stopped pacing and began to advance on Anna.
"You came here just to mock my pain? If you did, get out. Get out, get out, GET OUT!"
"NO! You think you are the only one who is suffering? Do you think that we too are not suffering?" Ena seemed to swell with fury.
"You're not the daughter of a monster! You have NO IDEA what its like, to live without knowing who you are, where you came from, who your family where. You have no idea to have your hopes shattered of reuniting with loved ones because they're MONSTERS!" At this moment Anna's eyes turned to slits and when she spoke her voice was low and dangerous.
"You forget, oh queen of suffering, that I have just lost my brother the curse of the werewolf. But you are right, Ena, I don't know how it is to grow up without a past. But I know very well, the feeling of never seeing a loved one again, without the risk of that person killing you. Don't you dare, tell me I have no idea." Ena looked away embarrassed. Anna was right, whether she wanted to accept it or not, they were all suffering. Possibly Anna had suffered more than she had. She knew her brother and loved him so much. She never really knew Dracula as a human, as a father. The tears that had clung so fiercely to her eyelashes, suddenly released themselves, and ran in little rivers down her cheeks. She shuddered and coughed a dry sob, then fell to her knees and could not help the sobs that wracked her body. Shivering and crying she hugged herself, but soon felt another pair of arms wrap around her shoulders. Feverishly she clung to Anna, and together they grieved for their lost family.