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Cassidy ran to the kitchen. She burst through the doors, only to collide into Thomas. They hit the floor in a heap. He dropped all the pans that he had carried and they now resided all over the floor. Cassidy quickly got up and began to pick up the pans. Thomas sighed and helped her.

Cassidy: Oh, Thomas, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you like that. I was in a hurry!

Thomas: Oh, that's okay, Cas.

Cassidy smiled at him and loaded the pans back into his arms. Thomas was a servant here too, Cassidy guessed. He was the cook. Cassidy never really understood why the vampires needed a cook. Well, he was also a butler. He keeps the dining room and kitchen tidy. 'Well, he's lucky,' Cassidy thought. 'He doesn't have the chore of cleaning the whole castle and being bossed around by those brides all the time!'

Thomas: Where are you going in such a hurry?

Cassidy: The Master is not well and I need to get him blood...do we even have any?

Thomas: Yes, not much. Strange that you're actually doing something for the Master.

Cassidy: Yes...that's what I thought...well, I need to get that blood! Sorry again, Tom!

Cassidy didn't wait for a reply. She ran down to the cellar and lit a candle. The cellar was dark and dank. It had a low ceiling and thick cobwebs disgraced the walls. Cassidy grimaced as she stepped through one particulary sticky web. She brushed it off and checked the wine shelves for blood. You would think that the wine bottles held wine. No. They didn't. They held blood. Cassidy grabbed a bottle and checked the temperature. 'It'll do,' she thought. She gladly ran back up the twisted staircase and out of the cellar. She breathed in a breath of fresh air. It was quite musty down there. She ran out of the kitchen and sprinted down the halls to where her Master stood.

DRACULA'S POINT OF VIEW:

Thump, Thump, Thump. A heartbeat. I smiled. I could see Cassidy running down the hallways clearly in my mind. Her heartbeat was quick and her breathing was static. Her blood was pumping. I chuckled a little when I saw her fix her hair before she entered again. She didn't even knock. How could she be so bold?

Cassidy: Sorry, if I took so long, My Lord...I was detained.

Dracula: Hmmm. Yes. Knocking poor Thomas's pans to the ground.

I almost laughed at the expression on her face. Does she not know that I could see and hear everything that goes on in this castle ifI wish? I might just have some fun with this. But not now. I'm hungry. I reached out for the bottle.

Cassidy: Oh...blood...right.

Dracula: Of course, blood. What do you think you were sent after for?

Cassidy: Forgive me, Master.

She lowered her head and handed the bottle to me. I grabbed and tore off the cork with my teeth. I was probably a little too hard on the lass, but I'm always irritable when I'm hungry. I shoved the bottle to my lips and allowed the sweet thickness of the crimson blood slip smoothly down my throat. The taste was rich. And it tasted good. I could feel Cassidy shift uneasily as I fed. As I finished the bottle, I threw it aside and wiped my mouth off with my sleeve. Cassidy shuddered and took a step back. I smirked.

Dracula: What was theage on that?

Cassidy: I'm not quite sure, sir.

Dracula: I am thinking 34 or 35...perfectly aged.

She grimaced. I took a few steps towards her and smiled as I ripped off her bandage around my chest. She gasped as my wounds disappeared from sight and were replaced with a layer of new skin. I grabbed my undershirt and slid my arms through the sleeves. As I buttoned up the shirt, I looked at Cassidy.

Dracula: Thank you for your services, my dear Cassidy. You are free to leave.

She did a small curtsy before quickly leaving the room. I heard herquiet footsteps disappear around a corner. Strange how I never really noticed her presence here before. Well, I always knew she was here, but I never payed her much mind. I have a feeling after tonight, the next few days will be different.

CASSIDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I aimlessly wandered the cold hallways of the fortress. I could not help but think of Dracula. He was charming...in a scary sort of way. His low, Romanian accent sent shivers down my spine. But in a strange way, I liked it. I noticed I was going to be passing by Aleera's room shortly. It wasn't fair that her room had to be on the way to mine. Every time I'm on my way to bed, she comes gliding out of her room to have me do something for her. As I reached her doorway, I held my breath. I walked slowly and very very carefully by the door. As I reached the other side, I sighed in relief and began to walk normally...right when her door opened.

Aleera: Oh, Cassidy?

Oh Lord! Why can't she just got to bed? It's almost morning! I turned around and headed towards her room. She pointed to her bathroom. I sighed. Don't tell me that her bathtub needs scrubbed again!!!!!

Ok, that was the second chapter...kinda crappy, i kno!! If anybody has any ideas, let me know!! Please review!! I will send you muffins!!! :) Countess Alana