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Aluka's pov
Not knowing where you are when you wake up is one of the scariest things that can possibly happen. And that was exactly what Aluka was experiencing right now.
She opened her eyes and sat up, but as she did, she felt a searing pain in the back of her head. She clasped her hand to it and winced. Her memory flooded back, and she deduced that it was from where she had been knocked out.
Aluka looked around the room she was in, and was surprised at what she saw. She was sitting on a lavishly decorated bed, with deep blood red sheets and pillows. There was a window next to the bed, and she looked out it and saw only darkness.
She hadn't been out long, and whoever had taken her was awake and most likely waiting for her.
'Where am I?' she thought as she stood up and walked around the high ceiling room.
There was also a squishy armchair with a small table next to it, and a fireplace, with a layer of dust that clearly stated it hadn't been used for a very long time.
Aluka walked to the door, and was surprised when, before she even touched the door knob, it opened from the other side.
Van Helsing's pov
He followed the werewolf as it ran off, in close pursuit. It wasn't acting normally. Why did it want Aluka anyways?
Carl was right behind Van Helsing, following Gabriel out of pure loyalty and friendship.
"Carl!" Van Helsing yelled from atop his horse.
"Yes?" asked Carl, not looking at Van Helsing, concentrating hard on simply staying on the horse, which was now at the height of its speed.
"Take the left side of the werewolf! I'll take the right!" As Carl nodded, however, the forest came to a close, and the horses were forced to stop abruptly, while the werewolf couldn't be seen.
Aluka's pov
The mysterious door-opener walked into the room. As the door closed, and when she saw who it was, she felt the blood drain from her face.
Dracula stood before her, smiling wickedly; looking annoying pleased with him self.
"Dracula," uttered Aluka, barely louder than a whisper, but it was all Dracula needed.
"Yes, Aluka Tirana." She did a double take at Dracula knowing her name. He smirked at her look of terror and befuddlement. She quickly put her eyes to the floor, since eye contact was key in his mind control.
"And I know your last name as well, my dear." He continued to smirk as the look of horror increased on her downward face.
No one knows my real last name....she thought, confused. She regained composure, and attempted to arrange her face in a way so she did not look the least bit afraid.
"I know that no one knows your last name." Dracula chuckled as Aluka looked at him, her slight surprise showing through the mask she was trying wear so Dracula could not see her emotions.
"I know what you are thinking," he said, clearly very pleased with inflicting so much fear into her, in just the first moments of meeting.
"I know you know what I'm thinking," Aluka said, coolly. Dracula's face fell slightly at this, but he still looked smug.
"Oh. No matter, really. And with you, I now have the key."
"The key to what?" Aluka asked inquisitively.
"The key to life."
"No, Frankenstein's Creation was destroyed not long ago."
"The Devil has told me of another way."
"Is that so?"
"Indubitably."
"I'll leave you to that," she said, with a fruitless attempt to walk away from him.
"I don't believe you will be going anywhere out of here sometime soon."
"Um...please?" she said, knowing that this was absolutely pointless.
"No."
"And why is that?" she asked, slightly irritated that Dracula was still looking provokingly calm and smug. He clicked his tongue.
"So snappish. That is a very bad habit. Especially around me, when I am in a bad mood."
"Well, I will never have the misfortune of meeting you in a bad mood!" she said, lifting up a crucifix from inside her jacket pocket. Dracula screeched and grabbed it as it burned. Aluka dropped it, as did Dracula. He smiled coldly as Aluka realized that it hadn't worked.
"Tonight is your lucky night, as I now am in a very foul temper. You really shouldn't have done that, especially since we will be spending so much time together." Aluka quirked her eyebrow at this.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly. Dracula never answered her, he just lifter her chin and made her look into his eyes, and since her brain was unprepared, it was easily put under Dracula's control, and her fear died away.
Van Helsing's pov
He rode his horse around the edge of the woods, but the werewolf, wherever it had gone had left no tracks. Thunder was heard overhead, and it began to drizzle, and then in a surprisingly quick time, it began pouring.
"Aluka, where are you?" Gabriel asked himself quietly.
That is it for this one. If I finish my project, I will update near the beginning of the week, to make up for the long time I didn't have a chapter. Sorry again, but thanks for waiting patiently!
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