Myra knew that it truly was night now. It became quite obvious when she awoke and Dracula was no longer beside her. Another rather large clue was that the coffin lid was slid aside. At some point during her sleep she must have rolled over on her back, because she was now staring blankly at the ceiling. She didn't want to get up and face the "long night" that Dracula had spoken of. In fact, she never wanted to get up again, but she knew that it was no longer her choice. No… no it was her choice! She was still Myra Valiora and she could still do what she wanted! Dracula had no control over her! But for now she had not real choice but to listen to him, for she knew that without him, she would not survive as a Vampire. Not yet anyway.
A short sigh escaped her as she sat up. Dracula was sitting up on the windowsill, staring out the window. There seemed to be a sad longing in his eyes. It was faint, but it was definitely there. It was the look of someone who had seen too much. The look of a man who had seen too much pain and suffering and had gotten little love to comfort him. When Myra's gaze fell on him he looked over at her. He seemed almost reluctant to tear himself out of his thoughts and have anything to do with her. Myra could easily tell this and was utterly surprised with herself when she was deeply hurt by this.
"Finally. Is there something interesting on my ceiling?" he asked rolling his eyes. Myra could have sworn she detected a hint of humor in his tone but shrugged it off.
"No it's just more interesting than whatever torture you're going to put me through," she shot back coldly. He growled but held back on hurting her… for the moment. She smirked at the aggravation on his face before climbing out of the coffin. It amazed her how easy it was to hoist herself up and over the edge of the coffin. And it amazed her even more when she hardly felt herself touch down on the floor. The sensation of her feet coming in contact with the floor was so light that she found herself looking down to make sure she actually had.
That was when she saw it… the dress. It quickly became apparent as she looked down that she was no longer wearing her nightgown from before. Instead she was now wearing a black and purple dress of the lightest material she had ever felt. It felt almost weightless to her, and she immediately despised how naked she felt wearing it. And of course the low top and high stomach were not making her feel any more secure. The only thing that she felt was keeping her in was the oddly designed corset that she was now wearing. It was all black, and for the most part a normal looking corset. Except for in the front, which instead of being just straight, was made of black lace. Two crying roses crossed on her stomach, made of slightly thicker lace than the backdrop. This also made it obvious to her that the dress was somewhat in two pieces.
The sleeves were perhaps the strangest part of the ensemble. They seemed to be merely lain upon her shoulders, cutting off immediately at the very top of her arm. But they flowed back behind her in somewhat of a cape-like fashion. Part of them went out behind her, and the front part seemed to separate slightly and connect onto bracelets on her wrists. The bracelets were gold with black stones embedded in them.
And yet another part of the sleeves connected to her skirt, which had several slits in it. She supposed that the purpose of the slits was so that her legs would be exposed when she walked. She grimaced slightly, as she hated it when her legs were exposed. At the hips of the skirt there was a slightly thick trim made entirely of a solid material she could not identify. But she was thankful that it seemed tight enough to secure the skirt to her waist. Although she hated how dangerously low it went on her stomach.
At first the skirt was just black, but around her knees it faded into a deep purple, which faded into a brighter purple near her feet. The sleeves did the same thing. Myra kept her look of disgust. Dracula knew her favorite colors were black and purple, and she saw the dress as a way of mocking her. And although she hated to admit it, over all, despite how revealing it was, she liked the dress. But then another thought that horrified her even more cut through her mind.
"Who dressed me in this?" she blurted out, and she didn't care if she sounded rude or not. Dracula smirked.
"Would you really like me to answer that?" he asked as he slid off of the windowsill.
She opened her mouth to say something but before she could Dracula had swept across the room, grabbed her arm somewhat painfully, and began leading her out of the room.
As she had suspected as she basically ran to prevent from tripping, as he was pulling her along so fast, her legs became greatly exposed thanks to the numerous slits in her skirt. It pained her to see how high up on her thigh was visible. But there was nothing she could do about it at the time, so she just kept her gaze ahead, avoiding looking at the dress that covered, or rather not covered her.
They walked, well rather he dragged her, in silence. Myra didn't like silence and it was beginning to aggravate her. Finally despite her instincts that told her not to she spoke up.
"Where exactly are you taking me? Even better what the Hell do you plan on making me do?" she demanded. She was getting extremely tired of not knowing.
"Just shut up and follow me," Dracula said sternly, not slowing his pace at all.
"Why should I?" Myra protested, trying to pull her arm away. Once again trying to get away proved stupid because he only tightened his grip and put her in even more pain than she already had been in. Just to add to her difficulties he started to pull her faster. Myra, still being somewhat weak from the previous night, had great difficulty keeping up with him and almost fell several times. Because of this she was grateful when they stopped in front of a large window at the end of a corridor. Here, he loosened his grip slightly, to Myra's relief, but did not let go. "Alright so you dragged me all this way to show me a window?" she asked, putting her free hand on her hip and tilting her head rather snobbishly. Dracula rolled his eyes.
"Don't be an idiot. I brought you here because you need to learn to fly before you can feed," he explained in a surprisingly calm tone. Myra was excited at the thought of flying there was no sense in hiding it, but she was disgusted at the thought of feeding. So with such different feelings going on at once she just stared at him blankly, the only expression she could come up with. "Alright I'm going to assume that you know what you should look like in your… other form. You live in Transylvania there's no way you have not seen already," he said as if it were a speech he had recited many times. Myra just nodded, still at a loss for words. Her mute presence began to get on Dracula's nerves but he held back. "So just simply picture yourself like that and want to look like that and you will," he added. Myra rolled her eyes.
"But I don't want to look like that," she protested. Dracula growled.
"You will do as I say or I shall throw you out the window instead," he mumbled through gritted teeth. Myra smirked; she was having fun aggravating him. He placed his hand on her back and shoved her towards the window. Because of the force he had exerted she stumbled slightly and had to put her hands on the windowsill to prevent herself from falling. "Hurry up," he barked. She shut him out entirely and just concentrated on the task at hand.
It had always been easier for her to concentrate when she closed her eyes, so she did so. She concentrated on the form she wanted and convinced herself that's what she wanted to look like. Nothing happened for a moment, but then she felt herself begin to shift. It was the weirdest thing she had ever felt, and yet it felt natural at the same time. The first thing that she felt was her new dress melding into her skin. The odd sleeves that trailed out behind her soon disappeared and were replaced with gigantic gray and white wings. Her skirt just melted into her legs entirely, as did her corset, becoming the same color that her wings had. Her entire body soon turned this color. Her nails lengthened greatly and her fangs soon felt more permanent. Her feet, which had been bare before, soon warped themselves into odd feeling talons that she didn't particularly like.
When the transformation was complete she looked herself over briefly. Apart from her feet she was surprised at how good she thought she looked in that form. She also noticed how strong she looked, and felt as if she could do just about anything. Dracula smirked at the small smile that appeared on her face.
"You got that quick. I am surprised but you have done well," he said, his smirk turning to a more real smile. There was an odd sense of praise in his voice that Myra was caught off guard by. "But of course that's only the first part. Now you must learn to fly. Unfortunately I have to help you with this," he said sounding disappointed. Again Myra was surprised at how bad she felt that he did not want to be around her. Sadly she stared down at the floor. He noticed but chose not to say anything, as it would effect whether or not she listened to him later on. "Let's just get this over with so that I can move onto other things," he said moving a little closer to her.
"Yeah," she replied grimly, forcing herself to stare out the window. She shook these ridiculous feelings out of her head and jumped up on the rather thick windowsill. She had to regain her balance when Dracula jumped up, literally, right behind her. Once again his grasp was on her waist. He rested his head right next to hers.
"Now," he whispered right in her ear, "when you jump, you spread you wings to allow the wind to catch you. That should be easy enough, no one has ever failed at that. To turn right, dip your right wing slightly and you'll turn. The more you dip your wing, the sharper your turn. The same on your left. Once you start you'll figure it all out on your own it's natural for a Vampire." Myra nodded as she kept her gaze firmly in front of her. Although she did take the time to push him away with her wings. He growled and just leaned up against the wall.
She was determined to get this right. She was slightly surprised that she was eager to prove to him that she could do this. Quickly she forced herself to stop thinking like that. It didn't matter what he thought of her anyway.
Dracula continued to lean up against the wall waiting for her to go. She took a moment of mental preparation, keeping everything he had said in her mind, and then took her first jump. After a few moments of a straight dive she opened her wings. Immediately she felt the wind catch her wings, and she was lurched upward. Although it was a strange feeling she felt an odd satisfaction that it had worked. Once she was flying straight she dipped her right wing slightly as he had instructed. Instantly she turned slightly to the right. She dipped her wing even more and sharpened her turn. A grin appeared on her face as she realized that this truly was easy. A thought crossed her mind and she pivoted her wings slightly so that the front edges were pointing upward. The feeling that hit her was like being pushed backwards and upwards. Her grin widened as she completed a full loop and then swerved back towards the window.
With the greatest of ease she landed in front of Dracula on the window and transformed back. Her clothing reappeared and her skin returned to its normal color. Dracula seemed to shocked to say anything. When he did speak, it was a mere stuttering mess.
"You… most Vampires… loops… wow," was all he was able to get out. Myra just smiled.
"That's okay take your time I know speaking is difficult for a man of your intelligence," she said jokingly. Dracula growled and rolled his eyes.
"You are very lucky you just did so well, or that little remark would have earned you another trip out the window," he said coldly before spinning around, jumping off of the windowsill, and disappearing down the corridor, leaving Myra standing blankly on the windowsill.