Myra sighed as she looked in the direction that he had gone. She was debating with herself whether she should go after him or just sit on the windowsill and wait for something to happen. But then another thought struck her. She was now living in a new place that she knew nothing about. And she didn't like that, so she decided to have a look around. Sometimes her independence was a real problem, and now would be one of those times, but she didn't care. She was bored and she was curious, just enough motivation to get up and probably get herself lost. So she jumped off the windowsill much as she jumped out of the coffin, and went in the opposite direction that Dracula had stormed off in.
For the most part the corridor was pretty boring. Well of course it was boring it was nothing more than a corridor. Myra peeked into a few rooms and found nothing of real interest. Just empty rooms, maybe with a few chairs, but for the most part nothing she really wanted to look at. So she continued on down the corridor, taking random turns, and almost purposely getting herself lost. Eventually she came to a large set of doors. She looked up at them for a moment.
They were large oak doors that towered above her. Running up them were intricate yet symmetrical gold designs that swirled around the giant hinges. She moved closer to inspect the door a little better. Although to a mortal they would have seemed heavy, too heavy to move, Myra knew she was more then capable of it. So she placed her hands firmly on one of the doors and pushed. It opened easily to reveal what had to have been the biggest library Myra had ever seen.
The room itself must have been almost as big as her village. Every inch of the walls was covered in shelves. And those shelves were packed tightly with books. Slowly and with wide-eyes she walked in and began reading some of the titles. To her great delight she hadn't heard of any of these, which meant they would all be new for her. She hated walking into a library and having to scan for things she had never read, as she read a lot. So it was a lot easier to just be able to start at one end and work her way over. She was going to enjoy this, despite everything else.
Her explorations of the library continued until someone spoke behind her.
"Enjoying yourself?" the now familiar suave voice of Dracula said from behind her. She yelped in surprise and spun around, looking like a small child who had been caught doing something they knew they weren't supposed to.
"I was just… um… I got bored… so," she stuttered unable to explain herself. Dracula chuckled and dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand.
"It's fine… I hardly ever come in here anyway I've read everything twice over," he said and a cheeriness in his tone puzzled her slightly. But that was quickly pushed aside when she realized just exactly what he had said.
"Twice over? That's impressive," she said as she took another look around the gigantic room. Dracula nodded.
"I've had a lot of time… anyway you have more things you need to do tonight," he said, his voice returning to its usual stern tone. Myra sighed in disappointment as she heard this but once again pushed the thought away.
"Alright," she said dimly. Dracula walked over to the window, which was pretty much the only part of the library that wasn't covered in books, and swung it open. Instantly a gust of wind swept through the room but it quickly died down to nothing but a small almost undetectable draft. Eager to fly again Myra hurried over to the window. Without a word of warning Dracula transformed into his own hellbeast form and flew out the window.
Although Myra had seen this before in her village she had never seen it up close. It scared her a little and she found herself hesitating a moment before transforming herself and following him. She found it very difficult to do so. He was obviously much faster than she was and it seemed he refused to slow down for her. So she struggled immensely to keep up with him but somehow managed to do it.
After flying for about a half of an hour Dracula landed on the outskirts of a very small village. There must have been about seventy people living there all together. As they landed Myra realized exactly what they were doing there, and immediately tried to turn and leave. But once again his hand shot out and he grabbed her arm.
"Myra… if you don't feed… you will die… just do it," he said, almost pleadingly. Myra growled.
"I'd rather die then spend eternity like this and with you," she said coldly. Sadness flickered in his eyes but was quickly replaced with anger. But Myra saw that flicker of sadness and her cold expression gave way to a self-satisfied smile. "Alright I'll do it," she said. Dracula sighed.
"Thank you. Now all you really have to do is just pick out whomever you want… doesn't really matter to me… and go for their neck. You really won't have to worry about anything from that point on you're body will do the rest," he explained, once again as if he had said it many times before. Myra nodded in understanding once more and then turned towards the village.
As she observed the people hurrying around it hit her just how hungry she was. It was like something gnawing at the inside of her stomach. But she only noticed when she was around human blood. So she walked into the village, once again determined not to mess it up, and looked around for her first victim.
It wasn't that hard to pick someone, her body seemed to know what it needed. Almost automatically she focused in on a young man who was leaning up against a small building. He seemed to be observing everything that was going on within the small village. He looked to be about seventeen, not much younger than Myra. When he noticed her staring at him he looked up and stared right back. It took him a moment for anything to hit, until he noticed her dress. It was similar to ones that three women had been wearing five years ago. Those women were Vampires and he automatically made the connection that Myra was too.
As soon as it hit him the entire village seemed to realize it and began to run for their homes. Myra surprised herself when she smirked at their fear. Immediately she shook her head in yet another wave of self-disgust. So without hesitation she grabbed the man and focused in on his throat.
Dracula had been right. The second she did this she felt the hunger within her rise, and her fangs lengthened. Without even really meaning to she lodged her fangs into his neck. He let out a piercing scream that only made the hunger worse. A shiver went throughout her as the warm liquid flowed into her mouth. Once again she took greedily until the man was nothing but an empty shell. She dropped the body to the ground and wiped a few spots of blood from her mouth. It amazed her that she was satisfied already. It amazed Dracula too but he was glad they wouldn't have to spend too much time on this.
Without really caring much about the people who were still running around frantically Dracula walked out into the village and over to Myra. "Well done… can we go now?" he asked sounding annoyed. Myra growled.
"What is your problem? You're the one who brought me out here why are you so annoyed with me? It makes no sense that you're getting aggravated with me over being out here when you're the one who brought me out here in the first place!" she yelled. This time it was Dracula who growled.
"Myra you've only been with me one night and you are already starting to seriously annoy me. I suggest you take a new tone of voice or you're going to find speaking in general very difficult!" he yelled back. Myra was surprised at how scared she was of him but she did not let that get in the way.
"What makes you think that you can tell me what to do anyway? Since when am I your property?" she asked, her glare intensifying.
"Since I saved you from that pitiful lonely life you were living before," he said coldly as he shoved her into the building behind her. Fueled by anger she pushed him away. He was surprised she could do it. Without hesitation she transformed and flew back to the castle, the feeling of flight calming her slightly. Dracula roared and took off after her.
Myra flew along slowly almost wanting to be cought. Somewhere deep inside she hoped he would catch her and just kill her. She looked behind her and saw that he was getting closer to her, but she did not try to get away. Dracula slowed down in slight confusion.It soon because obvious what she was hoping that he would do.He had no plans of allowing that to happen. So he merely flew behind her, watching her, and to his surprise guarding her. Something inside him wanted her to be safe, but he couldn't place it. It had been too long since he had last felt that way that he hardly recognized the feeling. In fact he didn't recognize it at all, and just ignored it as best he could.
Myra could sense the struggle in him and had to fight off the urge to turn around and ask him what was wrong. She was surprised that she felt bad for him, because as far as she was concerned she hated him.
So in complete silence and confusion they both flew back to the castle. Myra flew into the library blankly and Dracula landed on one of the towers. Once again she was confused at why she wanted to sit up there with him. Out of frustration and confusion she grabbed some random book about Werewolves and sat down on one of the squishy couches to read.
A/N: I wasn't exactly sure how to end this chapter. If anyone has any suggestions for a better ending or whatever let me know and hopefully inspiration will strike and I can fix it.