Chapter two:
(A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. My muse was on a vacation. Hopefully this chapter is better. Enjoy!)
"Annette, please, accept your fate. Come to me." The man that comes in her dreams said. "What fate? Who are you?" Annette asked. "All will be shown in time." He said, gently kissing her cheek."Wait! What can I call you?" "Dracula."
"Ann! Come on! WAKE UP!" Someone shouted in Annette's ear. She jolted awake, hitting her best friend and roommate in the nose. "OW!" Ellie, her roommate yelled. "Opps. I guess thats what you get for waking me up!" Annette said, grinning. "I think you broke my nose." Ellie said. "I just did the first thing that camenaturally to me. Sorry." Annette said, getting out of bed. "Well, remember, we have a gig tonight." Ellie said, to Annette's back. "YOU BETTER NOT HAVE BROKEN MY NOSE!" Annette grinned. Her band played every night at well, where ever they could. Annette looked in the mirror. Her long black hair was streaked with blue. Her intense grey-green eyes gave her a goth like look. 'I need to get my streaks brighter.' She thought. But the phantom of the dream she had, still haunted her. 'Who was that man? He said his name was Dracula. Why is that familler?' Annette chuckled to herself. 'I'm really losing it. Now, I might see him every where.' Little did she know, she would.
Later that day, Dracula's POV
I knew that Annette was afraid of me. But, I know that she is in some band. I'll pay her a visit. Lead her to think that I am just some fan. When I walked into the small place, I was over come with sights, sounds, and smells. Every where I saw people. I paniced. But I remember that I was looking for Annette. "Excuse me." I asked a dark colored haired girl. When she turned around I heard her whisper, "Wow." "Do you know where Annette is?" "Oh, you mean Ann. She is right over there." The girl pointed on stage where I saw her, my Annette. She looked different from the last time I really saw her. Her beautiful black hair had blue in it. And her gery-green eyes were outlined in black. She seemed to be tuning some instrument. "Sup Ann!" Some young man asked, walking over to Annette. He kissed her cheek. I fumed. 'How dare he touch my Annette! I will get him! SHE'S MINE!' I growled in my mind. I will get Annette, and no one else can have her.