Chapter 7:
Vanhelsing and his companions marched through the night, and by the time they stumbled into Budapest, it was morning and they were truly exhausted. Vanhelsing looked around him, drawing his cloke in tight to hide his bite wounds.
Suddenly, a blast of wind struck them, and Carl stumbled back as Vanhelsing drew his gun. On the roof in front of them perched Aleera, clicking her tongue in dissaproval.
"So much trouble to my master, so much trouble." She said.
"What do you want?" Vanhelsing asked, irritated.
"The master, commands a trade. " she said, a look of hunger in her eyes as she looked at them. "The monster, " she said, as Frankenstien glared at her. "for the princess." She said, smiling at his distress as his glare continued.
"Somewhere public, lots of people." Vanhelsing said. Frankenstien's glare turned to look at him…disgusted and betrayed. He ignored him and continued. "Somewhere where your master will be less inclined to show his…other side."
She thought this over for a minute. Suddenly, he eyes lit up.
"Tommorow is Al Hollows Eve. Here in Budapest, there's a Wonderful masquerade ball." She said, talking like a little girl.
"Vilhova palace, midnight!" she cried. And with a cachal, she spun up into the air, dousing them with piles of leaves.
Mira tossed and turned in her sleep. She had settled and finally had time to unpack in the guest room, and laid down for a nap.
Mira woke with a start. Putting on her glasses, she climbed out of bed. There, laying on a chair, was a beautiful purple dress, with lace fringe, and a lovely scarf to match. There was a note there, as well.
Come down stairs. Were all waiting for you. –Dracula
"Uhh…" she said, clasping her head. "What time is it?" she said out loud, turning to look at the clock. 9:00 it read. Putting on her dress, she put her hair up in a bun as she walked down the stairs.
It was the same dream once again, accept…it had a different ending. Why did he bite me? She thought, recalling the end of her dream.
And as she walked down the stairs, there was Aleera, waiting for her.
AN: Sorry about how long this took! I had to go on this cruise, and I had writers block!