(the long awaited) Chapter xxv
Aluka's pov
The world was floating. Nothing was real. She was in pure bliss. She drifted along, not thinking, like in an unfocused dream. Then her cerebral qualities began to kick in.
Why am I just floating along? she asked herself. Aluka tried to shake off the feeling, but to no effect. She was being led by the most wonderful man in the world. He was her master.
What? No one is my master, she thought. Yes, a little voice in her head said, you do have a master. I am your master.
Aluka turned to see this "master", and screamed. This had to be a bad nightmare or a horribly not funny joke someone was playing on her. Much to her dismay, however, the scream shook her out of the trance she was in.
Memories and thoughts came rushing back. She began to regain her sense of self. Aluka surveyed her surroundings. She was in a larger room than the one Dracula had put her in previously. It had a large wardrobe, and a squishy looking divan. When Aluka looked down, she was not surprised to see her hands shaking and whiter than could possibly be normal.
She continued to be surprised when she realized the clothing she was in was not her own. She looked up at Dracula, who was smiling smugly, with a look of self-satisfaction.
"Did you- I mean, you know, like do anything to me?" she asked him quietly, not sure if she wanted to know the response.
"Not yet."
Van Helsing's pov
Time seemed unreal to Van Helsing. He did not know how long he had been looking for her. Carl was pleading with him to give it up for tonight and continue in the morning.
But he couldn't just stop.
The rain pounded down as he rode through out the woods, riding over places he had surely been before. She had to be here, lurking just out of sight. She just had to.
"Van Helsing! Please, please can we search in the morning?" Carl asked.
Van Helsing did not respond, and Carl took that as a no. At least for the moment, anyways.
Aluka's pov
For the first time in her life, Aluka did not know what to do. She was stuck. Everything was at a standstill. And she was with Dracula. She put her hand to her neck, where she kept her cross necklace. It wasn't there. And now she had no protection whatsoever against Dracula.
This is just great, she thought.
"I know, isn't it wonderful?" Dracula responded. Aluka rolled her eyes, having temporarily forgotten his supernatural powers. She decided that talking would at least add a few minutes to her life, which she thought would certainly come to an end any minute.
"So…" she started.
"Yes?" said Dracula, staring at her with his cold eyes.
"Um, why me?"
"It's really rather simple. You are the key," he said elusively, walking towards her.
"The key to what?" she said, stepping away from him. He only stepped closer to her.
"Why, the key to all," he replied, putting his hand to her cheek, and caressing it slowly. Aluka was lost in his touch, no longer in control of her thoughts. He leaned in to kiss her, and as their lips touched, Aluka regained herself. She struggled against him, but to no avail. His tongue entered her mouth, and she screamed into his. Then she did the only thing she could think of, kicked him where it hurts. This was effective, and he broke the kiss.
Aluka was breathing hard, and tears were rolling down her face. Dracula was looking both irritated and smug. Aluka walked over to him, raised her hand and slapped her. He was giving her a very dirty look.
"Damn you, Dracula." Dracula glared at her, and in turn slapped her back. She did not, however, just shake it off. Aluka flew through the room, and hit the wall on the far side of Dracula.
"You will join me for dinner," was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.
Van Helsing's pov
Van Helsing was starting to think that it was hopeless. He was ready to turn in for the night.
"Why is it Carl, that every woman I meet is lost to Dracula and his evil?" he asked, sadly.
"That isn't true Van Helsing," said Carl, but without any real conviction.
"Yes it is," said Van Helsing miserably, "Let's just go back and search in the morning."
"Van Helsing, are you sure?" asked Carl, amazed that Gabriel had decided to turn in so quickly.
"Yes. Let's go." As they began to ride their horses back through town, Carl noticed something shiny, like a piece of jewelry, and was about to stop, but rode on.
When they arrived back at the manor, Van Helsing slept, while Carl wondered whether or not he should have stopped for the object that, now that he thought about it, had a vague resemblance to Aluka's necklace.
Okay, that is the end, but I promise that updates will be coming sooner! Thanks for hanging in there! You guys rock, so please review!
-the evil platypus of doom