Ena stared from her balcony, at the small town of ... trying with every inch of her to connect with Abraham. But her attempts were all failures. She struggled not to give in to frustration. But she knew something must have happened when she was changed. The night was cool, but clear. A slight wind blew but was just strong enough to lift a few hairs and scatter fallen leaves. Suddenly Dracula was next to her, stepping out from the shadows. These appearances had long worn off their shock on Ena, and she hardly flinched as he appeared next to her.
"A beautiful night, is it not?" He asked her. Ena ignored him. Ever since their talk in the laboratory, Ena had not said a word to him. He sighed and when he spoke again anger had begun to creep into his voice.
"I know you hate me my dear. But I am not so sure it is me you should hate. It is funny, you have been here for three days and your little friends have not come to try to rescue you." Ena turned to him coolly.
"They have not come because they would be walking into their deaths. They're not as foolish as you think they are." Despite her words, Ena's heart was sinking with each passing day. Abraham would have come for her the night of her capture if he could have, but who had stopped him? Dracula smiled coyly, seeing through her words and into her thoughts.
"You do not believe this. You face gives away too much. It is clear you are losing hope. But after all, we know Gabriel is not responding to your calls." Ena remained quiet.
"Oh yes, I know now of your little connection between you and him. You can feel each other sense each other. But if this is true, why has he ignored you?" Ena scowled at him, and stared once again in the direction of the manor.
"You can stop looking so damn pleased with yourself. Our connection was broken when you changed me, the moment I died. And do not play your mind tricks on me, Dracula. They will not work." Dracula gave a gentle shrug, but was still smiling, for it had broadened at the news of their broken connection.
"You know, it would not surprise me if Anna had somehow convinced Gabriel to flee...But no, no...He wouldn't forget her, over you, could he?" Ena's fingers gripped the stone railing.
"Never." She snarled. Again here words were uncertain and her mind began to stir. What if Anna had convinced Abraham to flee from this place? If they ran, where could they go? No wait. Ena surpassed a grin of triumph. They were on their way to Rome! With the monster! Ena almost laughed. It was perfect. Dracula expecting them to storm the castle, while each minute he waited they were closer and closer to Rome.
"Leave me." she hissed and disappeared into her room. Dracula was about to excuse himself, when a screech sounded from the brides, returning home from their hunting. They landed on the balcony rail and changed back into their normal seductive human forms. The copper haired one, Allera, was livid.
"Master, they're gone! We searched the manor for them but they have left! Where could they have gone?" Dracula, once smiling, now turned to Ena his face contorting with fury. He advanced on Ena and she ran for the door. When she opened it, there he was on the other side. He grasped her upper arms and shook her.
"Where are they? Where have they gone?" Ena pushed herself away.
"How should I know? I have been locked here for the last three days!" Dracula slapped her.
"What were you discussing the night we took you, in the study?!" Ena crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Carl was searching for why you called Abraham and I the names you did. It was then he found the book that recorded our pasts, who we were. It was then, not an hour passed before you took me, that I learned I was your daughter. There was no discussion of what to do with the monster." Dracula slapped her again.
"You lie." He hissed. Ena kept her head down then slowly looked him in the eye, forbidding herself to touch her smarting cheek. She thought that the dead could feel nothing but pain in their minds. She looked into Dracula's eyes, which were smoldering with fury. He raised his hand to slap her again, but then stopped. He glowered and then turned and stalked across the room ready to leave. He halted at the door, the treacherous smile returning to his lips.
"Find them. Take the Boyer and find them and bring back the monster and...Anna, bring Anna." Though slightly confused, the brides took wing and were soon lost in the night. Satisfied, Dracula turned to leave.
"What do you want with Anna?" Ena blurted before she could stop herself. Dracula turned slowly and smiled.
"That is for me to know, my dear. You will know soon enough."
The next night, a screech sounded from the air and Allera came soaring into the laboratory, holding a struggling Anna. Allera came alone. She dropped Anna roughly a few feet from the floor. Dracula looked to the window where Allera had just flown in.
"Where is...? Allera wailed again.
"He killed her master, and the werewolf too." At that moment, Ena came skidding into the Laboratory. Dracula was busy trying to console his only surviving bride. Ena slipped quietly to Anna. Anna was keeling and her hair hung in her face, her shoulders shook. Ena dropped quietly in front of Anna, and lightly placed a hand on hers. Anna looked up sharply, then softened when she saw that it was only Ena. Anna's eyes were brimming with tears and Ena hugged her. They embraced for not a moment, when fingers dug into Ena's neck pulling her backward. Ena hissed and worked to pry them off.