Dracula: The Series
Companion
Chapter 3
It was past midnight, the café was closed and the last of the employees was leaving.
Lucard stepped from the shadows as she locked the door. "Can I walk you home?"
She jumped, a tiny sound escaped her. Lexa turned with a hand at her throat.
Lucard couldn't help but stare at her hand; the scent of her blood hit him again. He'd fed already, but he was hungry again. Strangely, the blood-hunger didn't' rise to full strength. It was over powered by that same feeling he had dealt with days ago.
"Mr. Lucard, you scared me." She said.
He looked up to her face and inclined his head, sweeping his arms wide. His cape whispered as me moved.
"Forgive me, Miss Graham, it was not my intention."
"How did you get here?"
He swallowed his first response, "I walked."
She arched a single a brow, amusement sparked in her eyes. "I see."
"May I walk you home?" He repeated gently.
Her eyes moved to the shadows and back to him, "I've heard of dangerous things happening to girls who say yes."
He smiled, he couldn't help it. "Then I must insist, no harm will come to you while you are with me."
She ducked her chin down, "How can I refuse?"
"You can't."
Luard walked with her, the early morning air wrapping around them. As they walked, her thoughts rolled around him; they were quiet but constant. He listened in once in a while. She was focusing on the evening, the darkness of the sky, the glitter of stars. Occasionally she would think of him, but those thoughts were quickly shut off and she would redirect her thinking.
"It is a beautiful morning." He remarked casually.
"Yes, this is my favorite time to walk. There's something between midnight and six a.m. that really appeals."
Lucard caught the sudden wash of fear through her mind. It caught his interest. Why was she suddenly afraid?
"I agree," He commented, "It's as if the world actually sleeps during this time."
She looked at him, "You are up this late?"
He turned his head, meeting her eyes, "I live for this hour."
Her gaze dropped and he looked away.
Silence stretched between them, strangely enough, it was a comfort to him. As he walked he felt his hungers stirring and moving. He wanted to bite her, to taste the sweetness of her blood. But every time he considered acting, something strong would stop him. It was as if the thought of biting her unsettled him. That reaction alone unnerved and yet intrigued him.
"Mr. Lucard?"
He blinked and looked down to her, "Yes?"
"My stop is the on the corner, thank you for walking me home."
He nodded his head, "My pleasure."
They came to her home; she placed a hand on the front gate, but paused. Lucard watched her as she stood thinking. She turned her head slightly and met his gaze.
"Have a good day, Mr. Lucard."
"Same to you, Miss Graham." He took a step back from her, signaling she was safe.
She stepped behind the gate and walked up the path.
It was only then that he noticed the slight limp on her right side. A sudden rush of chilvary made him step up to the gate; he wanted to carry her into her home.
"Miss Graham," he called her gently, she turned as if anticipating him. "I would like to see you again."
She tried to hide her smile but he caught it. "Are you sure that's proper? I mean you are my dad's boss."
"How about lunch, tomorrow?"
She nodded, "I would like that."
"I will be here at noon."
He watched until the door closed and then he listened. She moved through the house with ease; she paused a moment at her father's room. Her words were soft and loving as she spoke to him. A moment later she went to her room and was asleep a short time later.
Lucard stepped back from her house and took to the sky as a bat.
