The next night she awakens in the coffin once again and is alone. The panic returns in a wave and she pushes hard on the top of the coffin and it pushes off. Adrian holds it before it can bang on the floor and sets it down softly. She checks her pulse to assure herself she is still alive and walks around what looks like a bedroom, the blanket wrapped tightly around her and trailing on the ground behind her like a gown. Three torches in random areas around the room dimly lighted the large room. There was a very big window in one wall complete with heavy black curtains that would be able to block out every trace of sunlight, but that wasn't a problem now. The sun had just set no more then an hour ago and the full moon was still blocked by clouds and the tips of trees. She turned to finish her sweep of the room and walked over to the bed. The bed frame was made from beautiful wood and the blankets were a dark red color and stuffed with bird down. The pillows were stuffed as well and were covered by midnight black silk. She sat on the comfortable bed and looked at the wall the bed faced and saw the stone coffin. Adrian stood up quickly and backed away from the bed. This was Dracula's bedroom. She felt the full moon beginning to break through the clouds and she raced forward and closed the black curtains. She wanders the room opening all the drawers and cupboards, finding her pants and shirt. She quickly gets dressed and continues her exploration of the room. Finally, Adrian finds what she was wanting and pulls a rather large knife out from a cupboard. She holds it in her hands for a moment, getting a feel for it, then quickly puts it in the coffin under the layers of blankets. As she walks back to the bed, the door quickly swings open, letting in a small, odd-looking man with a hump on his side. He snickers seeing her out of the coffin and speaks, "You're suppose to stay in your coffin until Master returns from hunting with his brides."

Adrian raises an eyebrow at his disfigurement, "And who, or should I say what, are you?"

The thing scowls at her but stays in the doorway, "I am Igor, I stay here with my master."

"Igor? This is Castle Frankenstein?" She asks surprised and slightly frightened

"It is. Now back into your coffin." Igor makes a shooing motion with his hand.

"I am not dead! You can't keep me in a coffin!" She shouts, glaring coldly at him.

"If you refuse to get in the coffin," he states coolly "then we can always chain you to the wall of the dungeon. Dr. Frankenstein has been working down there and has some experiments to test."

Adrian would have made some smart remark but knew pretty well that Igor wasn't kidding. Enough stories had gone around about the things Frankenstein had done and she didn't want to learn what was real and what wasn't. Instead, she sat on the bed and glared at the creature Igor. Igor just rolled his eyes and mumbled, "What is wrong with people, normal threats just don't work on them anymore." He reached outside the door and came back with a large gun in his hands that continually spat sparks. He walked, or more of hobbled, toward her the gun pointed at her, until she had backed up to the headboard. The gun hit her leg, sending a minor shot of electricity into her body. She screamed and backed up off the bed and he followed. She wanted to pounce on him, rip his arms and legs off, but with her unarmed and him with a gun, she would have to wait, but the night was still young. She reluctantly climbed into the coffin and barley got her head down before Igor slammed the coffin shut. She huddled against a wall making sure to cover the side of blankets that hid the knife for easy access when she needed it.

She sat and waited for another hour or so before she became restless and started screaming and banging her fists on the stone. At one point, Igor came in and threatened her with the gun if she didn't shut up. It worked for about a minuet until she got bored and couldn't think of anything better to do but Igor didn't come back. A sudden voice made her jump and stop yelling, she hadn't heard anyone enter the room, "Must you constantly yell like that? If we are lucky you will throw your voice. Or I could make everyone happy and just rip out your voice box."

Adrian just kept calm, concentrating on keeping her heartbeat slow. "Why don't you leave me be, Dracula?"

"Would you prefer me to leave you in the coffin?"

She banged on the lid of the coffin, "Let me out! I'm going to die if I don't get food! Or is that why you are keeping me in here and having your little deformed pet watching the coffin."

The lid opened swiftly and Dracula looked down at her smiling, "I see you found your clothes. And is there anything else you found?"

"Igor interrupted my search. Rather rudely if I may add." She stated glancing at her bruised leg.

"I shall talk with him." He holds a hand out to her, which she refuses but stands anyways and steps out. He walks over to a door and opens it revealing a well-kept, yet unused, bathroom. "You may wash up here."

Adrian walks into the bathroom and looks back to still see Dracula. "You can leave."

"Verona has been watching the door eagerly waiting to visit you, and you want me to leave?"

"Despite the danger. Yes, I do. I can take care of it."

"Very well. You have beaten her before." He turns and before closing the door states, "I will return with food."

He walks out of the room into the massive hall and pauses in mid step. "Verona, come with me."

Verona crawls on the ceiling out of the shadows and allows herself to fall to her feet beside Dracula's side. "Master, I..."

He broke in, "Where is my dear Marishka? I have yet to see her since I brought the orphan."

"Master, she went for a hunt that night and has yet to return."

His eyes narrowed and he turned and glared at her, his voice practically hissing, "You and Aleera find her. Now!" With that last word Verona scurries off and Dracula continues down the hall.