Authors Note:

HOMIGOSH! I'm SO sorry that this took so long! I've been up at my Uncles house and didn't have any time to upload…I'll make it up to you guys…I swear! Sorry the chapter is kind of short…but I'm not as Dracula-obsessed as I used to be. XD ok, I'll try and do more soon.

After some discussion (Lena thought it was more like an argument) Dracula had lead his new guest to what would become her room. For now, he wanted to leave her there until he knew what was going to happen next. He didn't want to make any rash decisions, so he thought it best to calm down before talking to her again.

She sat on her bed, staring at the door that Dracula had disappeared through. He'd just…left her here…he said 'stay here' and was gone. True it confused her, but it gave her time to think of Van Helsing, and when he'd be coming to get her once again. Also, she'd have to think of different ways of getting him to trust her.

Climbing off the bed and rising to her feet, she walked over to the large window. She stretched and yawned before finally looking out at the sight before her.

The crimson auburn of the sunset faded, giving way to the mysteries of the darkness. The moon itself seemed to illuminate everything from the distant sea to the castle below. Through her window she could see the entire castle, or what looked like it. She watched through her own, other windows that gave her a clear view of the laboratory, what appeared to be the kitchen, and other rooms that she wasn't sure she wanted to identify.

She jumped as the door opened, but turning, she saw no one. She furrowed her brow in slight confusion, but turned back to the window. She could feel a presence in the room with her, but every time she'd turn to look, there was nothing there. Instead, her thoughts turned to Karl and Van Helsing.

"Just let me know how long you're going to take…" She whispered quietly under her breath.

"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother taunting him." A voice beside her made Lena jump and fall to the ground. She closed her eyes, rubbing the back of her head where she'd hit the ground. Re-opening them, she saw Dracula hanging from the ceiling. So that was why she never saw him…

Yet he was right next to her, eyes fixed on her in a piercing gaze. He couldn't help but chuckle as her eyes narrowed towards him.

"You speak of the man who sent you." He leapt, flipping in the air and landing on his feet, yet again offering her a hand up. Reluctantly, she took it, knowing she'd have to gain his trust eventually.

"Yeah, I do." She muttered, dusting herself off.

"Ah, our history together." Dracula smiled, turning to look out the window. Lena watched him cautiously, knowing how powerful vampires could be thanks to Karl and his little lessons. "He has yet to remember everything that happened." He trailed off, turning to walk back out the door. Apparently, he just wanted to startle her.

"What happened?" Lena asked after him, turning to watch him go. He looked over his shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"That is for you to discover for yourself…" He continued on his way out the door, closing it behind him.

Lena snorted, returning to the bed and sitting on it, wrapping the covers around her. For a brief moment, she began to sulk, and then remembered that she wasn't home. Sulking wouldn't get her what she wanted like it would when she was with Karl. She laughed to herself, remembering a time when she'd wanted the 'Father' to make a one-of-a-kind sword for her, and asked Karl to tell him.

Yet when Karl told her 'no', she'd gone to her room and lay in her bed, her back to the door. Sure enough, he'd come in a few minutes later, trying to talk to her. All she'd do was glare at him. Finally, after about 15 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to talk to her, he'd stalked off and come back an hour later with the sword she'd wanted. And then she'd give him a large hug, kiss him on the cheek and squeal happily.

"Come soon." Lena looked out the window with a faint smile.