In the daytime is when the Vampires sleep. On this day however Aleera couldn't seem to get off her mind how the night before she'd started to remember. She sat in front of the small fire used for no in particular reason other than she had a bit of a fascination with it.
She starred at the flames, watching their mannerisms. How they licked at one another. She thought about all that she knew and had known. She remembered the night in her memory. The night Dracula first came to her.
FLASHBACK
Aleera sat at her chair looking into her vanity mirror.
"You will never be beautiful." she said to herself.
It was her 17th birthday and her gifts were: A comb, a candle, and a dress. Her mother had saved up to buy her something this year.
"You are beautiful, Aleera." A thick, deep voice came from the shadows followed by a set of piercing eyes.
Aleera gasped as she looked for the first time into true evil. "What do you want with me?" She asked as she stood and backed up slowly.
He stepped closer. "As I said," he told her walking to her. "you are beautiful."
She backed more until she touched the wall and was unable to back up anymore. "Stay away from me count. What could you possibly need me for?" she asked grimacing.
He leered at her. "Aleera, I have only one bride. I should much enjoy your company in Castle Dracula."
Aleera looked at him in disgust. "You shall never have me count."
He smiled. "Oh but see my dear, I will."
BACK IN THE SET TIME
Aleera shivered at the memory. "No." she told herself. "This cannot be truth."
"What do you fret about my dear?" Dracula's voice pierced her and she cringed at the sound of it.
She rose from the floor and smiled nervously at him. "Nothing, my love."
"Come." He said reaching his arms to her. "You will stay with me for the remainder of the day."
She obediently walked into his arms, as though pulled, and kissed him as they floated to his coffin and shut the lid over them.
Aleera had spent many days with Dracula in his coffin. She was his favorite when daylight neared. She didn't always want to go into the coffin, but he had a pull on her that made her want him. Made her forget everything. He had used this technique on her so often she had started to feel superior to all other women, and jealous of them.