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Chapter 6

'Who is this girl? Who is this that my master holds tight on?' Aleera narrowed her eyes at the unconscious figure of Ava.

"I believe that someone is jealous…" Verona teased whispering in her sister's ear.

Aleera turned sharply from her bliss and gave Verona a ugly look and spat,

"Who is she? Why does he hold her so?"

Verona chuckled softly at her sister's demand and replied softly,

"You will see…in time…now my sister…we must depart to feed…" Verona pulled on Aleera's arm and dragged her to the window, Marishka catching the hint fast followed after them.

"My sisters do we feed with the Master?" Marishka whispered glancing back at Dracula still holding Ava.

"No my dears, we feast as a trio tonight, a women's night out you could say…" she looked over her shoulder and gave Dracula a wink and short smirk before turning back to her confused sisters.

"Why did we even…" Aleera began but was cut off irritably by Verona,

"Shush now, like I said I will tell you…but now…we go to eat…no more talk of this manner till the time is right…" Verona snapped transforming herself and leaping out the window, Marishka mimicked her, but Aleera looked back at Dracula and then at Verona and shook her head.

Verona's canines elongated, her eyes turned red- orange and she hissed venomously,

"I do believe my sister, that I as second in command, told you to come with us…now come…or else I will force you…and I am positive you do not want me to do that…"

Aleera's eyes widened in fear and she immediately jumped out the window and joined her sisters reluctantly.

…

Dracula could not help but grin at Verona's cunningness and intimidating composure, his first and most loyal bride. He watched silently as the trio flew into the night and into the village of Vaseria.

A soft groan brought the vampire back to his senses and he smirking now looked down at Ava, who was blinking her bleary eyes and yawning softly.

"Ow, why does my neck hurt?" a hand went behind her neck and felt a knot, a nasty bruise.

She was completely oblivious to that she was being held by Dracula, but began to think aloud frustrated,

"Alright, I really am starting to get mad…I hate waking up not knowing where I am…"

'Hey! Where am I?'

"I feel stupid and helpless…not two things I really need/ want right now…" she sighed exasperated and tried to sit up, but she couldn't…

'What the…?'

"You are very entertaining my dear…" Dracula responded amused his black eyes shining with mystery.

"Huh? What? Oh! Hey! Why are you holding me? Let go of me!" she demanded furiously and inwardly cursed herself repeatedly for her stupidity.

"Alright then…" he dropped her casually to the ground and grinned as she fuming stood up straight and looked him straight in the eye,

"You knew what I meant!" she growled rubbing her sore backside.

"I did?" he answered innocently.

Her eyes whitened, her fangs grew, and she seethed,

"Just who do you think you are?"

He laughed and began to circle her,

"I am Dracula, you will be my bride, and I will be your Master"

"In what century were you born in? You cannot just walk up to a girl and say your going to be my bride…that's is dumb!" she retorted placing her hands on her hips.

Ignoring her snide remark, he sneered,

"You are very bold to even dare speak to me like you are, to even challenge me…but that is why I chose you…"

"Chose me? Please! You bit me, changed me into a demon of hell, and now you want me to be your bride? You would have to seriously bribe me or make me smile before I would ever be anything to you!"

He growled and thrust her against the wall his face mere inches from her own,

"You stubbornness is going to kill you one day…no one defies me…no one…"

She spat in his face and snarled,

"First of all, if you truly wanted me to like you, you would not have thrust me into the wall like that…second, get you stinky, cold breath out of my face…"

He gave her a dangerous, challenging smile and whispered,

"You are not in Ireland anymore, your are in my hold, and if I were you, first of all, I would show some respect…because I can end your life as quick as I started it…" his eyes were red, his fangs long and gruesome.

She shoved against him angrily and he backed off smirking widely,

"You have no choice to the matter at all my dear, you will be my bride, or you will die…"

She turned into her demonic self, tears streaming down her ashen face,

"You are a hideous, ignorant ruthless, arrogant fool! I am already dead! Like I would care if you killed me? Go ahead! It would make my day!" she sank to the ground, clutching something in her hand.

Dracula's anger at once deceased; he walked over to her crouched figure, knelt down, and lifted her chin to meet her silver eyes,

"My love, I am sorry, forgive me, it is in my nature, arrogance is a prime…" his eyes flashed a deep midnight blue and he grinned.

"I see I am not the only one who forgives?" he lifted her hands to his lips, kissed them, and unbound them, revealing a small cross necklace.

Usually a cross of any type would burn a regular vampire's flesh to the bone, however; in this case, her hand was a burnt red, but now on fire.

She sadly looked down at the tiny cross and mumbled,

"I know what I am, and I accept it…but that does not mean I will forget my alliance to my Lord, I am a Christian, and I always will be one…I will continue to strengthen my faith, even if it does leave nasty scorches on my skin…"

Dracula frowned and thought,

'Odd, her skin turns red, but does not burn, maybe there is more to her than I know…'