Hello!
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL OF IT! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (starts getting beaten
with a stick) Ow! Ow! Ow! (growls) fine. I only own Casey. And the
Count, but nobody can know that.
Verona Dracula: Hello again! More for you!
Anthem82: Thank you!
Meg: Woah... (cue Twilight Zone music) Weird... yeah, we should. Money good for me.
Antigone Chaucer of Kells: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Thank you! I hope you didn't get too hurt
just then...
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After I get rid of most of the dizziness, I walk over to the door. I listen to the soft
pad of my feet on the cold stone. I reach for the doorknob, and turn it. Unlocked? I pull it
towards me, and it swings inward stiffly.
I freeze in the doorway, looking out. Why would he leave the door unlocked?
Seems odd, I could escape easier this way.
Unless... unless he wants me to wander around. That would be a good reason.
I shake this thought off, as it is probably the closest I am going to get to the truth
by just standing here. So, I step outside the door, and into a small hallway.
To my right is a solid stone wall, and to my left the hallway continues, curving to
the right. As I have no other way to go, I follow the hallway to my left.
Just as I get around the corner, I am faced with a flight of spiraling steps. At least
he was kind enough to light some candles on the stairway. I really don't like heights,
stairs included.
I take a deep breath, let it out, and start down the steps.
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Walking up the stairs, he can tell that see found the unlocked door, and is
following the stairs. By her heartbeat, he knows she is afraid of nervous about something.
"I hate heights, I hate being up high, I hate anything tall and steep..." She keeps
repeating this over and over as she makes her way slowly down the stairs, right hand
planted firmly on the wall.
As she rounds the corner, he sees that her eyes are tightly closed. He switches the
boots he is carrying to his right hand. Turning on the steps, he puts his left arm out,
blocking the path she will inevitably use.
When she is almost touching his arm, he sweeps her towards him, earning a shriek
out of her. His arm is just below her shoulders. He feels her shaking back against his
chest, her heart racing.
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"I see you found the open door." His lips caress my neck, just where you can feel
a pulse. I cock my head to the right, away from him. "I brought you some boots." His left
arm moves off of my chest and onto my left shoulder, his right comes around to hold the
boots in front of me.
Putting the boots on one at a time, I tighten the laces at the top, they end at about
my knees. Again, they fit perfectly, just like my other clothes. His hand has been resting
on my shoulder this whole time.
My heart rate has slowed, but my acrophobia won't let it be normal. He offers me
his arm, as any gentleman would do for the lady he was escorting to a formal occasion.
"Shall we adjourn to dinner?" I look at him with a blank stare. Then I put my left
arm around his, as my right is once again firmly planted on the wall. As we make our
way down the steps, his presence is more comforting and calming than the wall. This
makes my stomach turn.
The sheer fact that my mind will let me trust him this much sickens me. I will do
almost anything to calm my acrophobia down.
As if possessed by some unseen force, my hand comes off of the wall to rest on
his arm. I feel more secure with both hands on him then I did with one hand on the wall.
Almost as if he is more sturdy, more solid than a stone wall.
"Please tell me when we are off of the stairs." His other hand comes to rest on my right one.
"Of course. I hope you are hungry, I had my servant fix us a nice meal."
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"We will be having a young girl over for dinner, Romanian. Fix
something lovely for her, if you will."
"Yes master. But I will need a large pot or something to cook her in." Dracula
gives him a confused look. Igor (EYE-gore) has no trace of amusement on his face.
"No," the count makes a disgusted face, "Not like that. She will be eating with us,
not us eating her."
"Oh, Sorry master. I miss interpreted you." Dracula just shakes his head and starts
towards the highest room, of the tallest tower.
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yeah. Sorry, I just had to add the highest room of the tallest tower thing. Igor is from the
movie Young Frankenstein. Comic relief. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL OF IT! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (starts getting beaten
with a stick) Ow! Ow! Ow! (growls) fine. I only own Casey. And the
Count, but nobody can know that.
Verona Dracula: Hello again! More for you!
Anthem82: Thank you!
Meg: Woah... (cue Twilight Zone music) Weird... yeah, we should. Money good for me.
Antigone Chaucer of Kells: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Thank you! I hope you didn't get too hurt
just then...
444444444
After I get rid of most of the dizziness, I walk over to the door. I listen to the soft
pad of my feet on the cold stone. I reach for the doorknob, and turn it. Unlocked? I pull it
towards me, and it swings inward stiffly.
I freeze in the doorway, looking out. Why would he leave the door unlocked?
Seems odd, I could escape easier this way.
Unless... unless he wants me to wander around. That would be a good reason.
I shake this thought off, as it is probably the closest I am going to get to the truth
by just standing here. So, I step outside the door, and into a small hallway.
To my right is a solid stone wall, and to my left the hallway continues, curving to
the right. As I have no other way to go, I follow the hallway to my left.
Just as I get around the corner, I am faced with a flight of spiraling steps. At least
he was kind enough to light some candles on the stairway. I really don't like heights,
stairs included.
I take a deep breath, let it out, and start down the steps.
434343
Walking up the stairs, he can tell that see found the unlocked door, and is
following the stairs. By her heartbeat, he knows she is afraid of nervous about something.
"I hate heights, I hate being up high, I hate anything tall and steep..." She keeps
repeating this over and over as she makes her way slowly down the stairs, right hand
planted firmly on the wall.
As she rounds the corner, he sees that her eyes are tightly closed. He switches the
boots he is carrying to his right hand. Turning on the steps, he puts his left arm out,
blocking the path she will inevitably use.
When she is almost touching his arm, he sweeps her towards him, earning a shriek
out of her. His arm is just below her shoulders. He feels her shaking back against his
chest, her heart racing.
434343
"I see you found the open door." His lips caress my neck, just where you can feel
a pulse. I cock my head to the right, away from him. "I brought you some boots." His left
arm moves off of my chest and onto my left shoulder, his right comes around to hold the
boots in front of me.
Putting the boots on one at a time, I tighten the laces at the top, they end at about
my knees. Again, they fit perfectly, just like my other clothes. His hand has been resting
on my shoulder this whole time.
My heart rate has slowed, but my acrophobia won't let it be normal. He offers me
his arm, as any gentleman would do for the lady he was escorting to a formal occasion.
"Shall we adjourn to dinner?" I look at him with a blank stare. Then I put my left
arm around his, as my right is once again firmly planted on the wall. As we make our
way down the steps, his presence is more comforting and calming than the wall. This
makes my stomach turn.
The sheer fact that my mind will let me trust him this much sickens me. I will do
almost anything to calm my acrophobia down.
As if possessed by some unseen force, my hand comes off of the wall to rest on
his arm. I feel more secure with both hands on him then I did with one hand on the wall.
Almost as if he is more sturdy, more solid than a stone wall.
"Please tell me when we are off of the stairs." His other hand comes to rest on my right one.
"Of course. I hope you are hungry, I had my servant fix us a nice meal."
434343 earlier that day...
"We will be having a young girl over for dinner, Romanian. Fix
something lovely for her, if you will."
"Yes master. But I will need a large pot or something to cook her in." Dracula
gives him a confused look. Igor (EYE-gore) has no trace of amusement on his face.
"No," the count makes a disgusted face, "Not like that. She will be eating with us,
not us eating her."
"Oh, Sorry master. I miss interpreted you." Dracula just shakes his head and starts
towards the highest room, of the tallest tower.
4444444444
yeah. Sorry, I just had to add the highest room of the tallest tower thing. Igor is from the
movie Young Frankenstein. Comic relief. Sorry.