Hello to all the lovely readers! I have updated! It was at 2 am this morning, andI forgot to include sg important! I shouldn't be writing fic at night, please forgive me those who have read it already! (Sorry Agnes Fey! but I hope you the new part compensates you somewhat!)I'm hoping you'll like this upgraded version, I tried to make it sound neat! And thank you for all the reviews you posted, they were much encouraging!
Dracula escorted Agnes to the grand library. Agnes' face fell upon stepping inside: the bookshelves went up to the ceiling, with endless rows of books on them. There was a warm fire burning in the fireplace, illuminating two armchairs with high backrests, and a tea table next to it. Agnes sat down in one of the armchairs, and Dracula handed a bowl of fruits to her.
„ Have some darling, you must be hungry" he said, and then took a seat as well. Agnes was too hungry to resist the delicacies, so she took some grapes and began eating. She was sitting cross-legged, with the bowl in her lap, and was eyeing the smiling Dracula with mixed feelings of curiosity and some dismay.
„ I've already told you that there is no need for you to be afraid of me in the way you think. I only want to talk to you. Yet." he said „You probably wonder why I had you brought here"
Agnes didn't answer, but her eyes told Dracula that she was having itching ears about what he has to say. He held his hand next to his face, and slowly opened his folded fingers, letting Agnes' necklace drop hanging on its chain. She wanted to jump from her armchair immediately, but Dracula held out his other hand, calling for silence. Agnes remained in her seat, but she didn't like the situation of somebody giving orders to her.
„ I would like to know where this is from, Miss Agnes."
„ It is mine, and you shouldn't have even taken it." came the stubborn answer
„ I know its yours, but where did you get it?"
„ I didn't steal it, if that's what you think!"
„ I would never assume such a thing about you." said Dracula
„ It used to belong to my grandmother." said Agnes finally
„ Just as I thought" thought Dracula to himself
„ Can I get it back now?" asked Agnes impatiently.
„ In a few minutes my love"
Agnes didn't respond but went on eating the grapes instead. Dracula began talking after a few minutes of quiet.
„ I tired to kidnap your sister at first, but then you came in the picture. And you killed my demons with your knife. That was the first interesting thing about you: you owned a demon-slaying knife"
„ Lady Leila..." thought Agnes.
„ And then I saw your face, and all became clear." said Dracula.
Agnes looked confused at him, but the count enjoyed the situation very much. All her gestures and gentle moves were luring to him; like waving a red baize in front of a bull's eyes. He went on speaking with a small smile.
„ While you were busy getting wolf-traps in Gyergyószentmiklós, I used yesterday to look into your family history and found something remarkable."
Agnes raised her eyebrow.
„ What does my family have to do with my kidnapping?" she thought.
„ You have probably wondered why nobody knew anything about your grandmother's past haven't you?" he asked, while playing with his fingers „ I will tell you then. Have you ever heard about the legend of angels giving up their immortal life for the love of a human?"
Agnes was looking strangely at the count.
„ Is he mad or something?" she thought
„ Your grandmother was one of those angels, my love. She gave up her immortal life, and now you possess her abilities partly. And her blood." he said the last word with special stress. The count loved the amazed look on Agnes' face.
„ This jewel also shows her heavenly origins, a perfect match to an angel. And her descendants" he said, and looked at Agnes with tempting eyes that made Agnes' flesh creep.
" You have it in all yourself, not only in your blood. Even in your name. The very way you are called is from God himself; Agnus Dei, the sacred lamb of God. Agnes; pure, chaste and innocent. "
" And you are pure." thought the count to himself, and a strange fire was lit up in his eyes by the thought.
Agnes was listening to the count with doubts, but deep down she began fearing that it might be true what he says. All things seemed to make sense, but Dracula was still belying the her world as she knew it.
„ The strange thing is, that your mother and sister did not seem to inherit her blood in the way you did." Dracula said, then stood up from his armchair, and got behind Agnes. He leaned down to her, and hanged her jewel back to her neck gently.
„ And this is the reason for some of your special abilities as well. You are a half-angel my love, and sweet blood flows in your veins..." Agnes didn't dare to look up in Dracula's face; instead she began playing with her blouse's collar nervously. Dracula took her hand gently, and drew up the sleeve of her blouse. He noticed the deep scars on her wrist right away.
„ Each drop wasted, is much to be regretted!" he said, and began kissing Agnes' arm, then caressing it with his growing fangs. Agnes looked up at the count, and then jumped up from the chair screaming. The bowl dropped to the floor, the fruits were lying about everywhere, and Agnes was panting heavily, standing behind the other armchair, holding onto the backrest, not to fall over. Her legs were trembling with fear and she was looking at Dracula with horror.
„ What are you? And what do you want from me?" she shouted in a desperate tone. The count was approaching Agnes with a smile on his face.
„ A question reasonable enough, I never told you about it when first introducing myself. I am one of the undead, the prince of Darkness, a vampire." Said the count, and smoothed back his hair „ And what do I want from you? You'll find out soon enough"
„ A vampire?" the inscription in a book ran through Agnes' mind, which she read a few years before „ Evil creatures of the night, who feed upon the blood of the living. Blood...oh my goodness!" She turned on her heels and began running towards the huge doors of the library. She seized the handle, and started yanking it like a madman, but the door didn't move an inch. She turned around, and was expecting to see the count, but he was nowhere. Agnes stepped forward, and her eyes began raking the dark corners of the large room in panic. Then she could feel a cool breath on the skin of her neck. She turned around swiftly, and her eyes met the count's charming and hypnotic ones.
„ You cannot run away from me, my beloved" said the count, upon putting his hands on Agnes' waist and pulling her closer to himself. He enjoyed the feeling of having Agnes' warm body close to his cold one, and the wild throbbing of her heart. He was also charmed by the lady's delicate scent of Freesia flowers.
„ I believe have told you lots things to ponder on, my love. I shall bring you back to your room."
Agnes opened her mouth to speak, but the count put his hand on her forehead, and she began feeling dizzy. She wanted to run away and escape the count's cold embrace, but her feet have abandoned her. The last thing she could hear was the count's husky voice before she fell asleep in her abductor's arms.
„ You shall have dinner with me tonight. Or should I say, morning?" said Dracula, with a smile of delight. He picked Agnes up, and carried her back to her room.
Well, well, this was their first major conversation. I really ask you, please be kind and review. What do you think about Dracula? Is he written well? I'm constantly nervous about that! Thanks for reading and I can still send you drawings of Agnes and Midnight!
