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Sorry for not updating for a while, it's been pretty hot out lately. I don't think very well when it is too hot, and school has started.
Disclaimer: Forgot this in the last chapter. I do not own the movie, I do not own any of the characters, except Casey. So don't sue me.
I was thinking of the song "The Music of The Night" while I was writing this. Mainly the part where she goes and talks with Dracula.
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Sitting on my bed, I rest my elbows on my knees. I have no idea how long I have been stuck in this castle. Three days, a week, two weeks, two months, I have no idea. There is a knock on the door.
"Come in." I say absently, being too exhausted to really care. Igor opens the door.
"The master wishes to see you." I nod, but otherwise don't move. "If you will follow me..." Getting up and grabbing my bag, I follow him, not really conscious of where we are going. At a door, he stops. "He requests that you leave your bag outside, along with your cross." Looking down at my hand, I realize that I had grabbed my cross when I got my bag. My bag I put down, but am reluctant to leave my cross. Gently, I put my cross on top of my bag. Igor opens the door for me, I walk in, and he closes it behind me. I have never been in this room before.
"Cassandra." Closing my eyes, I take a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out. I open my eyes. "Your parents have not come yet. It has been over a fortnight since you first came here." A fortnight? That's all? It feels like much longer. "Do you think that it is at all possible that they are not coming for you? That they do not care enough about you to conquer their fear of me to come get you?"
"My parents are not afraid of you." Though I try, I can't hide the slight tremor in my voice. Mama once told me that your voice is the gateway to your soul, and your feelings come out through it.
"If they are not afraid of me, then why is it that they have not come?" I have no answer for this. "Come," He spreads his arms, as if expecting a hug. "I am the only one you have." My mind is foggy, and I can't think straight. It may be just that I am so tired, but it may also be something else.
"No... no my parents wouldn't abandon me." Attempting to reassure myself fails, and I see the logic in his words, and the emptiness of my own. His smile widens. Slowly and shaking, I walk over to him. As I come closer, his hands come to rest on my shoulders, and he pulls me closer to him.
"They aren't coming. You can trust me to be there whenever you need me." He whispers. His strong arms wrap around me, and I lay my head on his chest, starting to cry. I relax in his comforting embrace as he lifts me ever so slightly and carries me over to somewhere. The softness of a couch greets my back as he lays me down, my head resting on the arm of it. I close my eyes.
I feel his hand on my cheek, and feel it turn my head away from him and raise my chin. I know what he is going to do. An odd combination of fear and longing fills me. Two small dots where his fangs touch my skin, and I start to shake. His teeth slip into my neck, and I gasp audibly, then sigh. That felt... amazing. He snakes his arms around my back, lifting me. My eyes open, and our faces are mere inches apart, and I close them again.
The softness of his lips meet mine, and I feel my own warm blood on his lips. He pulls away, and I look into his eyes. His dark eyes. Wait, they aren't black anymore.
They're red.
He takes my hand, and leads me to the wall. Putting his foot on the wall, he begins to walk up it.
"Oh, no no no no no. I'm not going up there." He smiles, pulls me to him, and I wrap my arms around his chest. I'm going up there. Oh, no. Please, don't let me have a panic attack while I'm up there.
"You are safe with me." I believe him, no matter how much I don't want to. Higher and higher up the wall he goes, carrying me with him. There is a change in something, and I know we are no the ceiling. Against all of my better judgement, I open my eyes. Oh, very, very bad idea. My stomach turns, my head spins, and I feel my pulse race.
"Cassie!" Papa? Through the swirling scene before my eyes, I think I can make out the shapes of Mama and Papa. It makes me feel sick, so I close my eyes again. Summoning all the courage I can, I let go of the count and fall.
I hear someone screaming, but it seems an awfully long way off. A sudden blooming of pain, then blackness.
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(maniacal laughter) Don't you just love cliff-hangers? I do.
The next chapter may be the last one, it may not.
A fortnight is two weeks, just in case any of you were wondering. I have no idea how long it would have taken them to get there, so that is my guess. If you don't like it, suck it up.