OK! Here's chapter 15! It's really short and crappy, so bear with me, lol! The writer's block ended, but this chapter is not very good. Anyhoo, i'd like to thank all of my awesome reviewers!! Your reviews really make my day and really encourage me to keep up with my story! If you guys have any ideas...ANY at all, let me know!! I would be so happy to know them!! Read and Review!! :)
CASSIDY'S POINT OF VIEW:
"CASSIDY!!!" I heard a muffled scream and I opened my eyes. Was that my imagination? I listened again…. "CASSIDY!!!" Thomas? I sat up and groaned. My ribs are killing me. Is it just me or is it a bit drafty in here? I glanced down and yelped. I'm naked! I grabbed my covers and pulled them up and over my chest. I heard a sigh and something moved around my waist. I shrieked and jumped off the bed. I wrapped the sheet entirely around me and looked to see what was around my waist. There…on the bed…was Dracula. He had his arm lying out to the side. He was holding me. I began to blush like crazy when I noticed his unclothed state. I thought about last night and began to drift out into my own little world. "CASSIDY!" I ran to the door and opened it. I glanced out into the hallway, making sure no one was to be seen. If anybody saw me coming out of the Master's bedroom chambers with nothing but a sheet on…they would start to wonder. I looked at the sleeping form of Dracula before running out of the room. My bare feet did not make a sound on the cold marble floors. "CASSIDY" Thomas called again. "Thomas! I'm here!" I shouted back. I turned a corner and there he was. When he saw me he ran towards me and wrapped his arms around me. "Oh my goodness! Where have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere!" He cried. "I-I-…uh…well, I was bored and I took a walk and found a piano. I must have dozed off." I sputtered out. He looked at me oddly a moment before looking me up and down. "What's with the sheet?" He asked. "Uh…" I started, but then Thomas cut me off. "Oh! Of course! You don't have any clothes do you?" I sighed in relief; glad I didn't have to explain. I nodded and allowed him to take my hand and lead me down the golden hallways.
After getting fully dressed, Thomas and I headed towards the kitchen. On the way there, Thomas blurted out, "Are you feeling any better? Are your ribs…better?" I chuckled silently and nodded. "Yes…they're much better, thank you." He nodded and we entered the kitchen. I walked over to the table and took a seat. "You hungry?" Thomas asked. I nodded frantically and he laughed. He began to grab a bunch of things out of the many oak cupboards. I watched in silent amusement as he poured vanilla, butter, and eggs into a large bowl. He grabbed a spoon and stirred crazily. He grabbed more ingredients and did little funny tricks with them to entertain me while I waited for food.
A few hours later, Thomas and I were laughing and eating cookie after cookie. All of a sudden, the doors burst open and in glided the Brides. They gasped when they landed their eyes on me. "Cassidy! You're up!" Marishka cried. "My dear, how do you feel?" Verona asked. Aleera did not say a word. Good. "I feel fine, thank you." I said with a fake smile. Marishka stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Oh, that's wonderful, darling! Could you perhaps do some laundry? My, it has been at least a week since it has been done. There must be plenty for you to do!" She said with a smile. I glared at her. I finally stood up and grabbed one last cookie before walking towards the door. "Cass, I can do all that, it's no trouble." Thomas offered. "No…I have the time…it will give me something to do." I said before leaving and closing the door behind me with a slam.
I cursed under my breath as I began the long process of the laundry. There was a week's work of it and this could take all night. I dropped a basket and sighed in frustration. I bent down to pick it up, but then yelped in pain as I felt my ribs crack with my sudden movement. "You shouldn't be doing that," a low voice said. I whipped around to see Dracula. He didn't look very happy either. I stumbled back into the wall at his menacing gaze. "Why did you leave me?" He asked as he came closer to me. "Well, I…" I started but he pressed his cold finger to my lips to silence me. He then placed a kiss on my lips and pulled me into an embrace. I was scared to death for some reason. Why was he acting so…romantic and…threatening at the same time? I allowed him to hold me and to play with my hair. He pulled out my ribbon with disgust and pulled away from me suddenly. My chestnut curls fell gently landed on my shoulders. He took a ringlet and began to fiddle with it. "Your hair…" He whispered.