The book was of no real interest to her. Myra was already well informed about Werewolves. How could she not be? She lived in Transylvania after all, and there was definitely an abundance of Werewolves in Transylvania. So she flew right through the entire book, and finished without even really realizing that she had. It took a few seconds to realize that she was staring at the back cover of the book blankly. When she did realize it she put the book on the table that was next to the couch and stood up. Although she soon sat back down again realizing she had nowhere to go, and she didn't want to read anymore. So the only thing that she could really do was to sigh blankly and stare at the opposite wall.

It was silent for the most part, except a sound that she could not place that was playing in the back of her mind. It was coming from somewhere outside, and although she knew that where ever it was it was quiet, and the only reason she could hear it was because of her new acute hearing. So once again she got up off the couch and walked over to the gigantic window.

It took her a few moments after opening the window to place exactly where the sound was coming from. The sound was still too faint to place exactly what it was or what the cause of it was. But she could easily tell where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from a tower off to her left. She squinted into the night to see if she could find the source of the sound, but it was raining, making it impossible to do so. So she gave up on trying to see from where she was, transformed, and flew towards the unidentified sound.

As she drew closer to the tower the sound became more audible. It sounded like screaming. It sounded like someone letting go all of the anger and sadness that they had been holding in. It sounded dangerous, but Myra, having the issues with curiosity that she did, continued to fly towards the sound. She was thankful that whoever it was didn't seem to notice her. Once she was in sight range of the tower she flew lower, as not to be seen, and then flew around to the back. Once she was where she wanted to be altitude wise she hovered next to the tower and peered over the edge. To her surprise, the person screaming and yelling was Dracula. Although he was the onlyother person there other than her she expected maybe one of theWerewolves that was kept there.Instantly she was frightened and wished she wasn't so curious all the time.

"WHY MUST I ALWAYS MESS THESE THINGS UP? WHY MUST I ALWAYS HURT AND SCARE AWAY THE PEOPLE I WISH TO BECOME CLOSE WITH? WHY DO I LET THESE THINGS HAPPEN? WHY?" he screamed as he fell to his knees. Myra was glad she had seemed to have come into this near the end of his yelling match with himself. He was now breathing heavily and staring downward. Slowly and quietly she flew up onto the tower and transformed back to her more human form.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, unsure if she should say anything. Dracula spun around and got to his feet in one swift motion. He glared at her,eyes burning with anger. Instantly she assumed he was mad with her and backed away, preparing to fly off. But as he saw how frightened she was he calmed down and sighed.

"Yes… yes I'm fine. I'm sorry I was just…" he started but she cut him off.

"No… no I understand what you were doing I do it all the time. It is good to let things out. But what's wrong? If I may ask," she inquired, not really expecting an answer. He sighed again and stared at his feet.

"Nothing that I want to trouble you with, please go back inside, it's raining and you're shivering," he said quietly. Myra was surprised because without realizing it she was shivering.

"I didn't think I could be cold," she said blankly, realizing that she was in fact very cold. Dracula nodded.

"You can be… anyways please just go back in, the sun will be up soon," he said, turning away from her. Myra looked disappointed and angry.

"Do I have to sleep in that retched coffin with you again?" she asked. He turned slightly so he was looking at her.

"You will always have to sleep in a 'retched coffin' and for now you will have to sleep in one with me. I apologize that I am not your man of choice," he said, anger hinting in his voice. There was something else in his voice too. Was that sadness? No it couldn't have been. Myra felt bad she, somehow, did not want to insult him.

"N… no I'm sorry I just… I… small spaces," was all she was able to get out.

"Oh… yes I somewhat forgot about that. I'm afraid there is not much that I can do about it now," he told her and he really was sorry. She sighed unhappily.

"I know… but I would rather be in a closed space than get burnt so I suppose I will just have to deal with it," she replied with a very tiny hint of humor in her voice. A smile flickered on his face.

"Well come on then, we should be getting in," he said with closure. He transformed and flew off towards his tower. She transformed as well and followed him.

Once they were both inside he pushed the coffin lid off for her and allowed her to get in first. Once she was settled in he got in as well and closed the coffin lid as he laid down next to her, and to her surprise, wrapped his arm around her. It was not the grasp that didn't want her to escape, but the grasp that did not want her to get hurt. He didn't know why he did it, and she didn't either, but she liked it, somehow.