chapter 7 : The Secret Journal
Dracula's POV
Today was as usual, hunting for blood, and the most satisfing torture of peasants. Aleera wouldn't stop nagging me about last night's dream. It's as if she can read my thoughts now, but of course she can't. I do have a feeling she has been reading my journal, though, where I put my personal thoughts and desires. I caught her once, a long time ago, when I wrote after the mascarade ball with Anna. Anna is nothing compared to Arielle. But still, I know that Aleera reads it, seeing what I want, and I could tell that she was distressed by how I didn't want to be around them anymore. At least Verona and Marishka have enough sense to not bother with the matter. "Master, why do you not want us anymore? Does this Arielle please you like us? She is not even real!" "Aleera she is real, I know it, I can feel it. And you have no right to read my personal journal! I should punish you for it, but I am in no mood, you should be greatful you are even alive." A eyes were turning watery, and I called for Verona. Verona came in, meticulous in her appearance more than Aleera, coming to my side. "What do you wish me to do master?" "Please comfort Aleera. I don't want her in the library anymore, she keeps sneaking in to read my journal." "Yes master." With that both left, and I could hear Aleera wailing about not being good enough. I can never be pleased, anyone knows that, yet Arielle, even if not in real appearance, can make me feel so wonderful.
I felt someting strange, like maybe Arielle might be coming here...again? No it couldn't be that angel that I so desired, and now all grown up. Arielle being that angel, though, would be so perfect. I feel like if I ever met her, that I would instantly call her that without asking her name, and all would be so confused. Huh, yet I feel so...urging to have her. It's not the same without her. I would do anything to have her in my arms for real, and even still have her in my dreams. I returned to the library hoping that maybe I would fall asleep faster, so that I could be with her longer. I was reading my own journal, remembering everything that happened, and my dream pages were stained with Aleera's tears. Even if I put I love her, or anything about Arielle, Aleera's tears appeared. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE SO...ERRRRRRRR! I can't take her sometimes. Marishka came in, concerned. "Master, why does Aleera cry so much? What happened, and what does she mean by not good enough?" "I don't know why she cries so much my little lovely angel. Maybe she's just...humanly depressed in a way," I lied. I wasn't going to tell her about my dreams of course, or what I say. I guess she was pleased with that answer and left, leaving me in peace. I had this routine of dozzing off on the couch infront of the fireplace. But of course I opened it with open arms.
I instantly grabbed Arielle kiddingly around the waiste, kissing her neck. Sometimes I had control of my actions in my dreams, sometimes I didn't. She was giggling, "Stop it you tease!" I couldn't help but giggle myself. We had the dance floor all to ourselves, and it was love at first sight, even if I couldn't see her face. I stared at her, trying to remember her curves and every detail and outline of her. I wanted to remember her. "Arielle, will I ever have you?" "Maybe..." she smiled grinning madly and evily. "Please I must know, or would you rathe me do this?" He grabbed her tightly, and kissed her, our tongues touching. I didn't want to let her go, not ever. "That's a yes." I smiled. She buried her face into my unbottuned shirt revealing my chest. I could feel her soft skin, not wanting her to ever leave. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too. I love you so much my angel." "Why do you call me angel?'' "Because you are my angel...my little angel that I love so dearly. I saw you once, I think, and I want to see you again." "Where did you see me?"
I awoke to the door slamming shut. I raced over to the table where my journal usually layed undisturbed. It was gone. I knew it was Aleera, and I was furious. I willed every door to open with force, and I screamed Aleera's name. I finally found her cowaring into the corner. "Master..I..." "Shut up Aleera! How many times do you have to cause trouble? Save it for the villagers! Aleera, if you ever do this again, or even go in the library, you will not live to see another day." I stormed out of the room back into the library. I opened my journal to a blank page to write on. I just wrote what happened and my dream also, but what I wanted to know, was if my angel would ever come.