Chapter Nine
Poison flew in through the window and landed, changing to her human form just moments before he feet touched the ground. She looked around, the castle was empty and the only thing that could be heard was the soft patter of rain hitting the castle walls. Not even Dracula's servants, the werger were around which was strange as they were always working on something. After Poison's had been made a vampire, she always found the werger wandering around doing some sort of work. Also Poison's hearing had been heightened so she was lost to why she could hear no noise.
Poison didn't like silence; she enjoyed the company of others, as she had been alone for most of her life. She was going to get the attention she wanted even if she had to resort to childish behaviour.
"Dracula," she yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed off the walls of the large room. She waited, the silence continued.
"Vlaaaaaad," she whined. Her voice echoed again. She knew he was in the castle somewhere, she could somehow feel his presence. Poison had only seen a few rooms of the castle and knew that if she went out to look for him she would surely get lost.
"VLAAAADEEEEEEE," she screamed louder than before.
Finally the main doors at the back of the room flung open and Dracula walked in. He looked ruffled he hair was tied up messier than usual. Also he was not wearing a jacket, just his shirt, and the buttons had not been done up correctly. Poison looked down and giggled, he was wearing only one boot. He looked at her angrily, the way a father looks at his child when they have been caught misbehaving.
"My name is Count Vladislaus Dracula, and I do not take kindly to other names," he grumbled, trying to straighten himself up.
"And I'm supposed to be able to pronounce that. Pfft. And maybe if you hadn't taken so long I wouldn't have had to use other names. What the hell have you been doing anyway?" she asked.
Dracula gave Poison a 'you know exactly what I have been doing' look.
"Eww, information not needed," she cringed.
She shut her eyes and tried everything to stop thinking about what Dracula and his brides got up to. This was not successful. It just added fuel to her thoughts. She began to feel queasy, opening her eyes to shake off the feeling; an image became visible in front of her face. It was a photograph of Dracula and his brides vividly enjoying each other. Before she knew what was happening, she had turned around and thrown up on the floor behind her. She collapsed in a heap next to the pile of blood she had just thrown up. Her throat burned like she had just drank acid.
"I... I didn't think we could do that," she slurred, gently wobbling backwards and forwards.
Dracula had squatted down next to her putting his hands on her shoulders to comfort her; he rested his chin on her shoulder.
"We cant," he replied.
"Oh... Well that can't be good," she muttered still not entirely with it.
"Come Poison," Dracula said lifting her up gently by her underarms. He looked down to see if she had got her footing, in doing so he noticed he had forgotten to put on one of his boots.
'No wonder it felt strange when I was walking,' he thought to himself.
Although Poison had her footing she was still slightly wobbly, Dracula knew she would need him to support her. He took her right hand in his own and move forward so her back was leaning against his chest. He put his other hand on her left hip. Poison was shorter than Dracula, the top of her head stopped just below his nose.
He begun to lead Poison to his storage room, he was hoping that after he gave her a gift that showed she had been accepted as a vampire she would feel better.
Dracula didn't understand why Poison had been sick in the first place. He knew she was different to his brides and the others he had made vampires, but there was no logical explanation for this. Dracula knew little of anatomy, but he knew that it would be impossible for a vampire to throw up; as they did not digest the blood they drank. Dracula was also confused at why Poison had felt sick in the first place. She was no innocent; she had had sex before, so why was she disgusted at the thought of him with his brides.
Dracula continued to lead Poison to the storage room. It was a small room hidden behind a fake wall. Dracula knew that no one would go to the trouble of locating his castle to steal things, but he hid his prized possessions out of habit.
When he reached the location of the room he took his hand off Poison's hip.
"No. Please don't leave me," she cried. Tears rolling down her face. This was another thing vampires couldn't do. Also why did Poison suddenly long for his company, when the thought of him had made her sick before, and she wasn't quiet about her hatred for him.
Poison turned her body in Dracula's arms, until her head was resting on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in closer to her. Dracula was in shock and didn't know what to do. He held his arms in the air out of the way of Poison, eventually when she stopped moving he wrapped his arms around her. Poison's tears were seeping through his clothing and he could feel them dribble down his cold dead skin.
He rested his chin on the top of her head and stroked her hair.
"I won't go anywhere," he whispered in her ear, "Now come on."
He turned her around and took her hand in his own, pushing the door open with his other hand.
Poison was in awe at the beauty of the room. Candles sitting on metal stands lined the walls of the room. In the centre of the room was a magnificent wooden coffin painted jet black. A marron velvet cloth was draped over the bottom half of the coffin.
Dracula led Poison to the back of the room, where a small wooden box sat on a steel pedestal. Dracula pulled Poison up to the box. He opened it with his free hand, as Poison still hung tightly to the other. The second Poison saw the contents of the box she reacted negatively.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screeched yanking her hand from his grasp.
Dracula stared at her dumbfounded. He didn't know why she had had such a negative reaction.
"I have brought you here to offer you your selection of jewellery form this box. This way you shall look more like one of my brides..."
"I don't want to be one of your bloody brides. I don't want your crummy jewellery either. I cannot be bought. I only wear jewellery with sentimental value." She held up her ring finger to Dracula, showing him her wedding ring, "This is all I need."
"You'd prefer that to all of this?" Dracula asked angrily, as he did not like being rejected.
"I don't need anything from you," she yelled storming out of the room.
Poison was so angry with herself for letting Dracula touch her, and she was angry with him as he took advantage of her. In her anger she had forgotten to pay attention to where she was going. She became frustrated at herself, she had raced up and down so many corridors she had lost count.
She heard footsteps behind her; she turned around to study the area behind her. She continued walking with her head still turned. She bumped into something, something warm and alive. She turned her head to see a young man with shoulder length brown wavy hair, his face needed a shave as he had a five o'clock shadow. His pale brown eyes studied her.
"Velkan?"
"Hello Poison."
