FASH: Hello, here we are with the forcing of the talking and such... Yep, fun. So then, how's life, and school, and other various topics? Good? Good! Now let's get going!

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Anka slowly woke up with a groan, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked around she was in the same room as before, but something seemed different. And it only took her a moment to notice what it was. "What are you doing here?" She asked, crossing her arms, right about now she didn't really care if Dracula decided to make a meal out of her, he was annoying, and hot, not that she would ever admit that. 'Stupid undead monster.' She glared up defiantly at him. "Well."

"My dear, dear girl. This is my castle; I may come and go as I please." He answered back offhandedly from the dark corner he was in, slowly walking forward. "And I don't want to go just yet." He sat on the bed beside her, Anka would have scuttled away, if she could move.

"I asked your mother this question once." Anka felt her hand move up, but not by he own will. "How does if feel to be a puppet on my string?" Anka glared into his mocking eyes, spite filling her. "What the HELL is wrong with you? You're such a pedophile! Honestly, you're over four hundred years old and I'm twenty!" Her voice rose to higher decibels with each word until she was all out yelling. "I mean, talk about ROBBING THE CRADLE! I-" Anka was hushed as Dracula's lips pressed against hers and she found herself kissing back. 'Oh for the love of God.' She managed to gather her will power and pull herself away. She would have asked what the hell he wanted, AGAIN, but he had made it pretty clear what he wanted, and she wasn't giving it to him.

"Now then, Anka, how are your parents." His eyes narrowed and he glared at the wall, before he focused on Anka's downcast eyes. "What is wrong?" Anka sniffled a bit before answering in a wavering voice. "They're dead."

Dracula was, if only for a brief moment, in shock. His greatest rival was dead, Gabriel Van Helsing no longer walked the Earth. 'Well, at least I don't have to worry about them interfering.'

Anka internally scoffed at her weakness, but the tears kept flowing. 'How long will it take till my eyes are dry fro all the tears I've shed?'

Dracula's eyebrows rose slightly when he saw Anka crying, her sobs grating on his ear drums, oh how he wanted her to stop. So he did something he saw Verona do to Aleera when Marishka and their children had died.

He slowly and unsurely wrapped his arms around the crying girl, who stiffened slightly at first, but soon enough she was crying into Dracula's shirt and mumbling things about how she hated being alone.

"It's alright." He ran his hands through her hair slowly, trying to comfort her. "You're not alone, and you never will be again." 'What is this that I am feeling? I am supposed to be hallow, but, I feel... Warm.'

Anka didn't know what to do, her father's greatest enemy was comforting her, and she felt relaxed, and she didn't want to be alone anymore, she hated being alone. 'But, I can't be with father's enemy, I can't.' She slowly pushed herself away from Dracula. "I can't be with you." 'Just remember what he's done, all the people he's killed, you don't want to be attached to him!' "I just can't."

Dracula's eyes darkened and he felt his fangs start to grow from his anger. "And why not?" He asked, a deadly tone in his voice and his eyes darkened even more as Anka stuttered to find an answer. "Answer me." Anka looked everywhere but his eyes as she began to supply her answer. "You're my father's worst enemy, you tried forcing my mother to become one of your brides, you are incapable of love, or any emotion for that matter, you would only use me for some sort of carnal purpose, you aren't actually alive." Anka paused to take in a breath. "You've killed multiple people and I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

Dracula blinked. 'Has she been thinking about all my faults all her life, or is she just good at recalling things.' "My dearest Anka, how do you know all these things are true?" She gave him a look. "Yes, I was you father's worst enemy, yes I did try to force your mother to become my bride, yes to all those other statements as well, but do you really know if I can't feel love, or if I'd use you for some carnal purpose?" Seeing the thoughtful look in her eyes, he decided to continue. "I could have any woman in the world I wanted, do you really think that I would put off with you and your antics if I didn't feel something for you? There are many women in the world, women more beautiful than you, but you are different from them, you have a fighting spirit, much like your mother did." His face was now inches away from hers, somehow, what he said didn't give Anka much self confidence. "I can see the emotions running through your eyes, you are strong, but loss has made you weak." He intertwined his hands in hers. "I'm sure that gaining something." 'Like a relationship.' "Will help you gain what has been lost."

Anka was confused, she felt as if there were two people, each holding one of her arms, and yanking her in different directions like she was a tug a war rope. She wanted a relationship filled with love, not emptiness, but at the same time, Dracula intrigued her, he didn't seem as foul as her parents always said, didn't seem like the monster that haunted her dreams as a child, but still, could she trust him?

FASH: Well, that was an 'interesting' quote unquote chapter. I think... Review!