A/N: First off thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hadn't updated for a while and I got some reviews and I was like "it's a sign"… heh… anyways… um I had some trouble writing this chapter so if I could have some suggestions I'll probably be changing it a bit. So check back on this chapter if you're following this fic. Thanks again to the reviewers.
Myra hurried down the hallway as fast as she could without being noticed. She only stopped when she made it to the library. It became obvious then this would be her only place of comfort for the remainder of time. Quickly she pushed open the doors and swiftly entered, closing them again. A few moments passed as she leaned up against the gigantic doors before she sat down on one of the chairs. She no longer had much of a will to read after what had happened, so she just sat there and stared out the window.
If she were alive her heart would have been pounding then, for she was afraid. Although she was away from the Count that fear he had stricken in her still remained. At every noise she would jump and turn around. Whenever the wind blew, whenever the furniture creaked, or whenever the noise from the lab grew loud enough to be heard she would jump and spin around. But she soon grew weary of her skittish nature. "Pull yourself together Myra, you're stronger than that," she muttered to herself. As always she found comfort in her own voice. "That's it calm down," she said quietly and instantly she felt soothed.
Once she had calmed herself down she started thinking about what she had said. It was beyond her why she had called him Master; he wasn't her "Master" after all. The more she thought about it the more she found herself longing to slap him. Fear once again turned into hate and she clenched her fists. Once again that oh so familiar self-loathing washed over her. No matter how strong the feeling to go after him got she refrained. She was vindictive… but smart. No matter how angry she was being choked wasn't worth revenge. But with familiar anger she found the will to read once more.
So she got up off the couch and began scanning the shelves. Picking out a book proved hard, as she had no idea what she felt like reading. But on she scanned until she picked out a book about the history of Transylvania. It surprised her how much she actually knew, and disappointed her that the book was of almost no interest. So when she finished she sighed glumly and plopped it onto the table next to the couch. Although she was unhappy to be where she was, she had always thought it would be much more interesting in Castle Dracula.
The night dragged on and she remained in the library the whole time. A few times she almost went out to look around but every time she did so she thought about Dracula and just sat back down. It seemed as if hehad just sucked the will to be herself right out of her. She hated it. Butnothing happened until around morning when the doors to the library opened. Myra looked away from the window instantly and stared at the doors.
Dracula was standing there glaring down at her. "The sun will be up soon, we must get to my coffin," he ordered. Myra looked away from him and stared at the floor. After all that had happened the last thing the she wanted to do was sleep next to him. Dracula rolled his eyes. "Are you coming or not?" he asked although it was more of a statement. When she did not respond he crossed the room and grabbed her arm. "I think you are," he growled answering his own questionand pulling her out of the library.
He dragged her down the hall to his chambers andpulled her inside. Slamming the door behind both of them he pulled her over to the coffin and shoved the lid off to the side. With a low growl he got in and then faced her. Myra just stood there and stared out the window. The sun was becoming visible over the horizon. A dim light swept over the surroundings of the castle and it made Myra's skin throb. Dracula glanced out the window and then back at her. "Well?" he growled, although there was a hint of desperationin his voicethat Myra was surprised at. But despite it she still did not move. "Myra come on you're going toget hurt just get in the coffin," he said, almost a plea. The sun got higher in the sky and Myra still did not move. "Myra please just get in!" he yelled, grasping her arm. Just as the light was about to flood the room, and Myra could have sworn her skin was on fire, he yanked her in and slammed the lid.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" he yelled, glaring at her through the darkness. But his anger soon diminished as he heard light sobs through the dark. "Myra?" he whispered as his eyes adjusted to the dark. It surprised him how much it hurt to see tears streaming down her face. Dracula had known Myra for longer than she knew and he had never seen her cry before. "Myra?" he repeated unsurely. "Myra what is it?" A small whimper came from her.
"I'm… I'm frightened," she admitted finally. Dracula did not know why he was in such shock at the comment.
"Oh," he replied blankly, unsure of what else there was to say. It was such tight quarters that there was not much room for anything but awkwardness. "We can discuss this tomorrow night," he said shortly. She looked up at him just long enough for him to put her to sleep with that fatal power that he, whether she liked it or not, had over her.