Ena opened her eyes to a cover of darkness. She pushed herself onto her elbows and shook her head a few times, trying to lift a feeling of...she didn't know what it was. She sat up gingerly as not to disturb her ailing rib, and was surprised to feel no pain at all. She twisted her torso from side to side, knowing that that would definitely cause her pain. Again she felt nothing. She prodded her rib and gasped. It was entirely healed. It was only then that she could feel the differences within herself. She could feel the presence of Dracula many floors beneath her. The brides were near-by. One was brushing her hair. She heard a water-pump drip somewhere, and the spiders move across the walls. And her teeth...She moved her fingers along her teeth but felt nothing unusual. But something was amiss. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, the rustle of fabric caused her to look down. Her clothes had been changed. She wore a black tunic breeches and boots, everything was black. Her tunic was cut a little lower in the front, a little more feminine. Her cross that had been around her neck was gone, replaced by a pendent. She unclasped the pendant and studied the crest upon it; Dracula's of course. She felt someone coming toward her door and she quickly clasped the necklace around her neck again. Keys jangled and a lock clicked. The door swung ajar and a bride entered. She was in her human form, and she was very beautiful. She smiled and tossed her red curls off her shoulder. Ena looked warily at the girl, there was something dark and suspicious in that smile. She beckoned with a finger.
"The Master wishes to see you. Come." Ena swallowed nervously and nodded. She crossed the room and walked past the bride, who followed, shutting the door behind her. They were in a brightly-lit corridor; torches lit every few feet. Ena took a deep breath and walked down the corridor. When the corridor came to an end she stopped. Two halls stretched to her left and to her right. An irresistible pull told her to go to the right.
"Follow your senses. You'll know what to do." Purred the bride. Ena refused to move and the bride let out a laugh like a child's.
"Do not try to fool me. I know you can feel it. Now go." Ena ground her jaw and turned right, ignoring the triumphant grin she knew bore into her back. After a few more stairs and corridors, which all had a distant familiarity. Soon she found herself walking into a even more familiar hall. Of course, this was the hall that led to the laboratory. Within minutes, Ena and the bride turned and walked through the vast doorways of the laboratory, and Ena cringed. The sparks no longer showered from the ceiling, and the Dwergi paid her no mind. In the center of the room stood Dracula, his back to them his hands clasped behind his back. When they neared, he turned and smiled.
"Welcome home, my daughter." He strode slowly to her until he was immediately in front of her. Ena cast her eyes down and did not look at him.
"My child, my dear Enadria." He laid his hands on either side of her head, and kissed her brow. Ena's hands clenched and unclenched, taking all her will power not to reach up and strangle him. Not that it would do anything accept anger him, for you can't kill what's already dead. Ena paused in her thoughts. What's already dead...Ena pulled away and put her hand over her heart. Nothing, there was nothing. Ena looked up into the face of Dracula, her father.
"You killed me." Dracula shrugged.
"Only for a moment. But you seem...lively enough." He smiled coldly and tears hovered beneath Ena's eyelids. But she could contain her anger no more. She lunged at Dracula and fiercely beat her fists of his chest. The vampire was shocked for a minute, then frowned and grasped the flailing fists. Ena looked down, her hair hung over her face, and she cried.
"I...don't want...to be...what...you are!" She hissed. Dracula sighed and dropped her wrists and lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
"But you are. And there is nothing you can do to change that."