Dracula returned to the room with a silver plate of food to see Adrian
standing in front of a large mirror, a towel wrapped around her. Unaware of
his presence, she brushed her brown hair every now and then twirling a
strand of light blond in her fingers. He places the plate on the bed beside
her clothes and looks at her, clearing his throat to get her attention. She
jumps and drops the brush, letting it fall to the ground with a bang. She
looks at him evilly, holding the towel around her, "What the hell do you
think your doing!"
"I brought you food. It is what you asked isn't it?" He asks innocently.
"It is but you should have the decency to knock first!"
"Why should I knock? It is my room, after all."
She walks over to the bed and grabs her clothes. She glares at him, "Will you leave so I may get dressed?"
He puts on an expressionless face, still rooted to the spot.
"Ah, yes, the 'your room' thing. Would, at least, you be a gentleman and turn around?"
He gives her a smile that warms her inside, "That I will do." He turns and faces the other wall.
She turns her back to him and dresses quickly, knowing he is probably watching her in the mirror. She lets out a sigh and wraps her arms around her soft familiar clothes and turns at the exact moment Dracula does. They stare in silence for a moment until Adrian breaks her gaze from his dark eyes and sits on the edge of the bed beside the plate. She gazes at the food longingly, feeling starved and weak.
"Please eat. Help yourself to the food, I have no use for it." He speaks so casually. Adrian looks up and sees him approaching her. She looks back to the food. Cut up apples, and warm bread that appears to be thinly spread with honey.
She stares at him spaciously, "Why are you acting this way, like you care about my health? A few moments ago you didn't seem to care if I live or die, now this." She motions to the plate.
He sits on the other side of the plate, "I still don't care if you die or not. You are a guest in my castle and until you do something wrong," there was a hint of threat in his voice, "you will be fed. But if you wish I can take the food back." He places a hand on the plate in an attempt to pull it away from her but her hand quickly reaches out and holds tight to the edge of the plate. Dracula smiles and releases his grip on the plate, letting her have it. Adrian sets the plate on her lap and reaches for the bread when Dracula interrupts, "Into your coffin."
Adrian nearly drops the plate in disbelief, "WHAT!"
"You have showed me that I have been overly generous with you. It is not fair to my other prisoners."
"No! I will not return to that god awful sarcophagus again!"
"Then perhaps I could chain you to a wall in the dungeon and assign Igor to your feeding."
She gets an idea and stands holding the plate. She faces him, spits at his feet, and then walks to the coffin, him following her as planned. She knees at the outside of the coffin, placing the plate in and feels him lean over her. She moves fast, grabbing the handle of the large knife and plunging it into Dracula's non-beating heart so that the blade tip is showing itself through his back. She lets go and he stumbles backward giving the look that he is hurt and raises his hands to his chest. Adrian stays in her spot watching with fascination that reminded her of the way young Kathryn listened to her story. Dracula let out a sigh then, with one hand, removed the blade from his own chest as if unsheathing it.
He looked the bloodstained blade over in admiration. "I thought you were more intelligent in knowing how to kill a vampire. Steel and sliver do not harm us. Normally a person uses wooden stakes, crosses, holy water, and even fire and sunlight. But yet none of those can harm me, just normal vampires." He waves the large knife in front of her eyes, "That was a bad and desperate move for you." He tosses the knife to the side. And pulls something from his pocket. "I'm guessing you would have been better with this though." He grabs her by the neck and throws her across the room. Knocking the air out of her when she hits the stone floor. He lifts her again by the arm and tossing her on to the bed on her back. He puts a knee on either side of her and pulls her hair away from her face showing her the gleam of the knife he stole from her. "Yes, it is much more compact and much sharper than the one you used on me." Dracula lowers the blade to the base of Adrian's neck. "Shall we test it?" He presses the knife against her throat, blood welling up slowly.
Suddenly the door opens with a loud bang and a frightened voice cries out. "Master! Dracula! Please don't harm her!"
"I brought you food. It is what you asked isn't it?" He asks innocently.
"It is but you should have the decency to knock first!"
"Why should I knock? It is my room, after all."
She walks over to the bed and grabs her clothes. She glares at him, "Will you leave so I may get dressed?"
He puts on an expressionless face, still rooted to the spot.
"Ah, yes, the 'your room' thing. Would, at least, you be a gentleman and turn around?"
He gives her a smile that warms her inside, "That I will do." He turns and faces the other wall.
She turns her back to him and dresses quickly, knowing he is probably watching her in the mirror. She lets out a sigh and wraps her arms around her soft familiar clothes and turns at the exact moment Dracula does. They stare in silence for a moment until Adrian breaks her gaze from his dark eyes and sits on the edge of the bed beside the plate. She gazes at the food longingly, feeling starved and weak.
"Please eat. Help yourself to the food, I have no use for it." He speaks so casually. Adrian looks up and sees him approaching her. She looks back to the food. Cut up apples, and warm bread that appears to be thinly spread with honey.
She stares at him spaciously, "Why are you acting this way, like you care about my health? A few moments ago you didn't seem to care if I live or die, now this." She motions to the plate.
He sits on the other side of the plate, "I still don't care if you die or not. You are a guest in my castle and until you do something wrong," there was a hint of threat in his voice, "you will be fed. But if you wish I can take the food back." He places a hand on the plate in an attempt to pull it away from her but her hand quickly reaches out and holds tight to the edge of the plate. Dracula smiles and releases his grip on the plate, letting her have it. Adrian sets the plate on her lap and reaches for the bread when Dracula interrupts, "Into your coffin."
Adrian nearly drops the plate in disbelief, "WHAT!"
"You have showed me that I have been overly generous with you. It is not fair to my other prisoners."
"No! I will not return to that god awful sarcophagus again!"
"Then perhaps I could chain you to a wall in the dungeon and assign Igor to your feeding."
She gets an idea and stands holding the plate. She faces him, spits at his feet, and then walks to the coffin, him following her as planned. She knees at the outside of the coffin, placing the plate in and feels him lean over her. She moves fast, grabbing the handle of the large knife and plunging it into Dracula's non-beating heart so that the blade tip is showing itself through his back. She lets go and he stumbles backward giving the look that he is hurt and raises his hands to his chest. Adrian stays in her spot watching with fascination that reminded her of the way young Kathryn listened to her story. Dracula let out a sigh then, with one hand, removed the blade from his own chest as if unsheathing it.
He looked the bloodstained blade over in admiration. "I thought you were more intelligent in knowing how to kill a vampire. Steel and sliver do not harm us. Normally a person uses wooden stakes, crosses, holy water, and even fire and sunlight. But yet none of those can harm me, just normal vampires." He waves the large knife in front of her eyes, "That was a bad and desperate move for you." He tosses the knife to the side. And pulls something from his pocket. "I'm guessing you would have been better with this though." He grabs her by the neck and throws her across the room. Knocking the air out of her when she hits the stone floor. He lifts her again by the arm and tossing her on to the bed on her back. He puts a knee on either side of her and pulls her hair away from her face showing her the gleam of the knife he stole from her. "Yes, it is much more compact and much sharper than the one you used on me." Dracula lowers the blade to the base of Adrian's neck. "Shall we test it?" He presses the knife against her throat, blood welling up slowly.
Suddenly the door opens with a loud bang and a frightened voice cries out. "Master! Dracula! Please don't harm her!"